Chapter 37. A Fairy Story.
Freya had taken the camera off its tripod, and had been joined by Shaniya, whose job it was to do the last shift. She took the camera, put in a new memory card, and accompanied him to find Miss Lambert. When they eventually caught up with her outside the staffroom, she had her coat on and was about to leave.
âPhilip! How are you? Howâs the filming been going?â
Philip had wanted to see her for one reason only; to complain that the girls were keeping copies of their films, with all the most embarrassing bits in. But now he was face-to-face, his resolve failed him. Why would he tell on them? It would only antagonise them. And he needed all the friends he could get. There was something else. He liked all of them â well, maybe with the exception of Freida â and he felt a sort of bond with them now they had seen the most secret parts of his life. So he was suddenly at a loss what to say.
âOh, oh, er, very well, Miss Lambert. I just wanted to sayâŚitâs been funâŚoh, and to ask you â will I be included in the editing process? I just wondered. I think Iâd like to join the Society, and it would be good experience.â
âOf course, Philip. Iâm so glad you have a genuine interest. And weâre not just about filmmaking, you know. Look, sorry, I have to rush, but Iâll see you on Thursday then?â
âYes, miss. Thank you.â
He turned to Shaniya. âCome on, letâs get home. Iâm tired and starving.â
âIâm not surprised, Philip.â
He gave her a look. Word travels fast here, he thought.
His aunt was in uncharacteristically ebullient mood. She kissed him on the cheek, and embraced Shaniya. Surely she couldnât knowâŚno, impossible. In fact, she was in such a good mood that she told him he could wear anything he liked that evening, and was excused from maid duties. Well, they already had more maid footage than anyone could ever want, anyway. So he went and explored his wardrobe, and dressed in a long-sleeved lemon blouse, brown pleated shirt, tights and flat shoes. He also took the opportunity to refresh his makeup, and put on yellow earrings and a matching necklace. He felt very comfortable.
If I was always allowed to wear what I wanted, Iâd never want to wear menâs clothes again, he thought; then checked himself with surprise. Did I really just think that? He returned downstairs, where Shaniya and his aunt were engaged in animated conversation about Miss Tancred. He flopped into an armchair.
âThat outfitâs very pretty on you, Philip,â remarked his aunt.
âYes, Philip, it is. Please stand up and do a twirl so I can film it.â
He obliged. He was in a good mood himself. Filming was nearly at an end, and he could smell nice smells coming from the kitchen.
After Tina got home, they sat round and ate supper together. Tina and Shaniya started talking about fashion, and he found himself getting involved in the conversation.
âMy cousin seems to have very strong views on the subject, remarked Tina,â with a smile.
âWell, heâs one of the best-dressed students in the school,â replied Shaniya, approvingly. âHeâs always neat and tidy. They say girls are the worst for tidiness, donât they?â
âTheyâre the best at untidiness, for sure,â quipped Philip.
Shaniya had to be home by eight-thirty, and Tina offered to drive her. Philip said heâd like to go too. Shaniyaâs mother invited them in for a quick drink. She was very welcoming, and, after sheâd greeted Tina, she turned to Philip.
âIâve heard so much about you, Philip. You seem to be very popular with the girls. I can see why.â
He made some conventional reply. At that moment, a little girl of about seven, wearing blue pyjamas, wandered into the room.
âKimona â meet Tina and Philip. Philipâs at Shaniyaâs school.â
She looked at them curiously. âMummy, Iâm tired. I want to go to bed.â
âAll right, darling. Go up and get into bed. Iâll be up in a minute to tell you a story.â
âNo,â pointing at Philip, â I want him to tell me a story.â
Everyone laughed.
âSheâs taken a shine to you,â said her mum. âKim, dear, Philip hasnât got time right now.â
âI donât mind,â said Philip. He was thinking of Delia and Sammy. He missed them so much.
âCome up now.â
He grinned. âAll right, Kim.â And to the others, âExcuse me. I wonât be long.â
When Kim was snuggled down in bed, Philip sat next to her. He wasnât bad at stories.
âWhy are you dressed as a girl?â asked Kimona, bluntly.
âJust cos I feel like it. Boys and girls can dress just as they please.â
âWhatâs my story going to be?â
âDo you like fairies?â
âYesâŚâ
âOkay. Had you ever wondered why there are no boy fairies, only girls?â
âNoâŚ.â she said slowly. âWhy?â
âWell, Iâll tell you. All fairies were once babies, of course. But usually, boy babies are not allowed to be fairies, so soon after they are born, the Fairy Mother weeds them out and sends them off to pixie-land to be pixies. They grow up quickly and they all dress in little pixie suits, with tunics and little skirts made of leaves, and tights and little pointy pixie caps. Did you know, fairies and pixies grow up very quickly. Much quicker than humans. They grow as much in one year as we grow in fifteen. And then they stay how they are forever.â
âSo do they go to school?â
âNo. They donât need to, because theyâre born with all the knowledge and cleverness they will ever need, which is much more than we have.â
âDo the boys like being made into pixies?â
âOh, yes, very much. Usually, anyway. Theyâre only allowed to see the Fairy Mother, whoâs quite old and a little bit grumpy, so theyâre quite happy to be sent to pixie-land. But just occasionally, something goes wrong. Iâll tell you about one little boy baby. His name was Peter. He had had a busy day playing with his toys in the nursery along with all the other boy babies, and he fell asleep like all the rest when he was put down. But in the middle of the night he heard a sound, like the opening of the door, which woke him up. He was the only baby awake in the whole nursery. He opened his eyes, andâŚ.do you know what he saw?â
âWhat did he see?â
âHe saw the most beautiful thing he could imagine. One of the fairies â a very pretty one â had sneaked into the nursery to see the boy babies she had heard about.. She was wearing a beautiful sparkly silver dress, her hair was piled up and pinned nicely, and her little wings were opening and closing slowly with fascination. He watched her until she crept out of the room, and then he fell back to sleep. In the morning, he asked the Fairy Mother who she was. But the Fairy Mother just got angry, and told him heâd been dreaming. But he knew he hadnât been dreaming, and all he could think about was that beautiful fairy whoâd visited them in the night.
Anyway, after a few days, off he went with the other babies to pixie-land, They travelled in green coach pulled by purple and green caterpillars, which felt funny because the coach kept stopping and starting all the way. But when they arrived and were being unloaded, Peter made sure he was the last to be taken out, then hid under the seat. âOh,â said the pixie coachman, âI thought there was one more, but he must have gone. Well, Iâd better be getting back to fairy-land.â And away went the caterpillar coach, back to the fairy-land stables.â
âWhat did he do then?â
âWell, in the middle of the night, he crept out of the coach, and went wandering off. He discovered the stables were in the grounds of a beautiful silver palace. He was entranced. No-one had ever told him anything about such a place. The doors were made of glittery glass, and opened silently when he pushed them. Inside he could hear a faint distant sound, like a summer breeze across a meadow. He made his way towards it, along a silver corridor which seemed to be lit with moonlight. At the end of the corridor, there was a silver curtain. Softly he drew it aside. Do you know what he saw?â
âWhat did he see?â
âHe saw a long room, with a row of little beds on each side, and in each bed there lay a little fairy, her wings opening and closing as she breathed. Trembling, he made his way between the rows, looking at each one. And then he saw a figure he recognised. It was the little fairy who had been in the nursery that night. He stopped and stared at her. She must have felt his gaze, because she opened her eyes and stared back at him. Then she sat up. âHello. What are you doing here?â she said. Poor Peter was very shy, and didnât know what to say. But the fairy beckoned him over, and gently pulled him into bed, and cuddled him till he fell asleep. In the morning, all the other fairies were amazed to find him there. Mother Fairy was summoned, and was horrified to find a boy in fairy-land. What were they to do?â
âWhat did they do?â
âWell, they couldnât send him back to pixie-land, because then heâd tell all the babies there and half of them would want to come back. So they did the only thing they could. They let him stay and be a fairy, with fairy dresses and a fairy wand, and everything. And because of the magic air in fairy-land, as he grew, he grew a pair of filmy, rainbow-coloured wings, too. And he lived there happily ever after.â
âI would like to be a fairy,â said Kim, drowsily. âWould you?â
âYes, I would. Perhaps you will be?â
But she was fast asleep.