Chapters (59)
- Contents
- In Which We Find Ourselves in Hell, but Only Temporarily, So It’s Not All Bad News
- In Which We Learn a Little About How Hard It Is to Be in Love
- In Which We Delve Deeper into the Bowels of Hell, Which Is One of Those Chapter Headings That Make Parents Worry About the Kind of Books Their Children Are Reading
- In Which We Reacquaint Ourselves with Nurd, formerly “Nurd, The Scourge of Five Deities,” Which Was All Something of a Misunderstanding, Really
- In Which We Encounter Mr. Merryweather’s Dwarfs—or Elves—and Rather Wish We Hadn’t
- In Which Samuel Is Reunited with Boswell, and We Learn Why One Should Not Trust a Mirror
- In Which We Pay a Visit to Mrs. Abernathy’s House. Which Is Nice. Not.
- VIII
- In Which We Wonder Just How Smart Really Smart People Sometimes Are
- In Which Mr. Merryweather’s Elves Embark on a New Adventure
- In Which Mr. Merryweather’s Dwarfs Make an Unpleasant Discovery
- In Which Samuel Arrives, and Nurd Departs
- In Which Dozy Is the Bearer of Bad News
- XIII
- In Which We Meet a Ram, and Some Old Friends Are Reunited
- In Which the Forces of Law and Order Assert Themselves
- In Which Something of the Nature of this World Is Revealed Through Old Ram
- In Which Hell Gets Stranger, and the Scientists Grow More Curious
- XVII
- In Which the True Faces of the Conspirators Are Revealed, and an Ugly Bunch They Are Too
- XVIII
- In Which Those Who Will Be of Help to Samuel Begin to Come Together
- In Which We Encounter Some of the Other Unfortunate Residents of Hell
- In Which We Meet the Blacksmith
- In Which Nurd Considers Changing His Name to “Nurd, Unlucky in Numerous Dimensions”
- XXII
- In Which We Learn That There Is Always Hope, as Long as One Chooses Not to Abandon It
- XXIII
- In Which Mrs. Abernathy Loses Her Temper, and We Meet Up Again with an Unpleasant Personage from Earlier in Our Tale
- XXIV
- In Which We Speculate on What, If Anything, Might Be Worse Than Evil
- In Which a Familiar Odor Sends the Dwarfs’ Spirits Soaring
- XXVI
- In Which We Learn of the Difficulties in Re-creating the Taste of Something Truly Horrible
- XXVII
- In Which We Hear a Surprising Confession
- XXVIII
- In Which Everything Goes Horribly Wrong
- XXIX
- In Which Various August Personages Put Their Plans in Motion
- In Which the Watcher Is Torn
- XXXI
- In Which We Learn a Little of the Responsibilities of Command, and the Perils of Being Commanded
- XXXII
- In Which Samuel and Mrs. Abernathy Meet Again, Which Only Delights 50 Percent of Those Involved
- XXXIII
- In Which a Third Force Intervenes in the Conflict
- XXXIV
- In Which We Encounter Some Cunning Disguises
- XXXV
- In Which Battle Commences, and a Rescue Mission Is Mounted
- XXXVI
- In Which a Certain Someone Wakes Up with a Sore Head
- XXXVII
- In Which We Get to the “Happy Ever After” Part
- XXXVIII
- In Which We Discover the Limitations of the Term Happily Ever After
- Acknowledgments
And so Mr. Merryweather’s Dwarfs had been reinvented as Mr. Merryweather’s Elves, a cunning ploy that, incredibly, had somehow managed to fool otherwise sensible people into believing this was an entirely different troupe of little men, and not the horrible bunch of drunks, arsonists, and monkey shooters who had almost single-handedly brought an end to pantomime season in England. Elves just didn’t seem as threatening as dwarfs, and as long as Mr. Merryweather kept the dwarfs hidden until the last possible moment, and ensured that they were, for the most part, clean and sober, he began to believe that he just might get away with the deception.
That day, Mr. Merryweather’s Elves had begun what was potentially their most lucrative engagement yet: they were to be featured in a music video for the beloved boy band BoyStarz to be filmed at Lollymore Castle. If all went well, the dwarfs would appear in future videos as well, and perhaps join BoyStarz on tour. There would be T-shirt sales; there was even talk of their own TV show. It seemed, thought Mr. Merryweather, too good to be true.
And like most things that seem too good to be true, it was.
First of all, they didn’t want to do it, even before they knew what “it” was.
“I have a job for you lot,” he told them. “A good one and all.”
“Eh, it wouldn’t involve being a dwarf, would it?” asked Angry.
“Well, yes.”
“What a shocker. You know, it’s not as if we wake up every morning and think, ‘Oh look, we’re dwarfs. Didn’t expect that. I thought I was taller.’ No, we’re just regular people who happen to be small. It doesn’t define us.”
“What’s your point?” asked Mr. Merryweather wearily.
“Our point is,” said Jolly, “that we’d like to do something where being a dwarf is just incidental. For example, why can’t I play Hamlet?”
“Because you’re three foot eight inches tall, that’s why. You can’t play Hamlet. Piglet, maybe, but not Hamlet.”14
“Less of that,” said Jolly. “That’s what I’m talking about, see? That kind of attitude keeps us oppressed.”
That, thought Mr. Merryweather, and the fact that you all drink too much, and can’t be bothered to learn lines, and would pick your own pockets just to pass the time.
“Look, it’s just the way the world works,” said Mr. Merryweather. “It’s not me. I’m trying to do my best, but you don’t help matters with your behavior. We can’t even do Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in panto this year because you fought with Mrs. Doris Stott’s Magnificent Midgets, so we’re three little people down. Nobody wants to watch Snow White and the Four Dwarfs. It just doesn’t sound right.”
“You could tell them it’s a budget production,” said Angry.