Midwinter Masque 2/ The Sun Prince and the Winter Queen
There is an old, old story, older than Elua, about the Sun Prince wedding the Winter Queen to claim lordship of the land.Â
Because it is the privilege of Cereus House to elect the Winter Queen, it is the theme we maintain, in costumes of white and silver.Â
I knew the Dowayne in an instant, as she entered leaning on Jareth’s arm. She was masked as a great snowy owl, wearing a vast white-feathered mask that covered the whole of her face. It was rumored, I knew, that this would be her last Midwinter Masque, Jareth wore an eagle’s mask, white feathers flecked with umber. The adepts of Cereus House followed them, a white-and-silver fantasia of creatures and wintery spirits; I lost count, with the froths of silk and gossamer and silver piping, horned and hooded and masked.
It was the Longest Night; we had almost forgotten, all of us. But the horologists had not - they forget nothing - and the Night’s Crier struck the gong at a measured pace, cutting through the din and slowing the revelry. Dancers parted and the floor cleared, celebrants falling back. From behind a screen the Winter Queen reemerged…
Someone cheered, and was silenced. Everyone looked towards the fast-shut doors to the Great Hall, awaiting the Sun Prince. Once, twice, thrice; from the far side, a spear-butt rapped upon the doors, and they fell open at the third blow with a shivering sound from the musicians’ timbales.
He stood in the doorway: the Sun Prince.
He was a vision in cloth-of-gold, gilding his doublet and hosen, even his boots. His cloak was cloth-of-gold, falling to sweep the parquet floor as he entered. The mask of a smiling youth, gleaming with gold leaf, hid his face, and its rays hid his head.
(From Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey)