Once Upon a Curse
Authors: E. D. Baker
Praise for
THE TALES OF THE FROG PRINCESS
'Taking a princess's-eye view, Baker reworks the traditional story into high-spirited romantic comedy. . . . This gives the well-known folktale a decidedly less than 'Grimm' cast, and fans of Gail Carson Levine's 'Princess Tales' should Leap for it."
-Kirkus Reviews on The Frog Princess
"Quests, tests, hearts won and broken, encounters with dragons, and plenty of magic . . . As tasty as its prequel."
-School library Journal
on
Dragons Breath
The elements that make Baker's first two entries in this series . . . so delightful are in full force here. Her vividly imagined fantasy world, so rich in the details of jousting tournaments, conversational horses, fire-breathing dragons, cranky cursed aunties, or rancid evil fairies, [is] irresistible and Loaded with humor."
-
VOYA
on
Once Upon a Curse
Books by E. D. Baker
THE TALES OF THE FROG PRINCESS:
THE FROG PRINCESS
DRAGON'S BREATH
ONCE UPON A CURSE
NO PLACE FOR MAGIC
THE SALAMANDER SPELL
ONCE UPON
A Curse
Book Three in
the Tales of the Frog Princess
E. D. BAKER
Copyright © 2004 by E. D. Baker First published by Bloomsbury U.S.A. Children's Books in 2004 Paperback edition published in 2006
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The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:
Baker, E. D.
Once upon a curse / E. D. Baker.
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Sequel to: Dragon's breath.
Summary: Emeralda, who is both a princess and a powerful witch, travels back in time to end a family curse so that she can marry her true love, Prince Eadric.
eISBN: 978-1-59990-400-9
[1. Magic— Fiction. 2. Witches—Fiction. 3. Time travel—Fiction.] I. Title.
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This book is dedicated to Ellie for being my first reader and critic, to Kimmy for being so supportive and to Nate and Emiko for their enthusiasm. I would also Like to thank Victoria Wells Arms for her questions and insight.
Contents
W
hen I was a little girl, I never gave much thought to doing magic. I'd watch my aunt Grassina perform it every day and she never seemed to have any problems. When I started practicing magic, I expected it to be as easy for me as it had been for her. I couldn't have been more wrong. My first attempts at magic were a series of small disasters. I made crab-apple tarts that grew claws and pinched us. My cleaning spells were so strong that my bed made itself even when I was in it, and a whirlwind swept up everything I dropped, including my shoes and hair ribbons, dumping them in the dung heap behind the stables. I became a frog because of one kind of magic, while another kind turned me back into a frog at the worst possible times. Sometimes my magic didn't do what I'd intended, sending me to the dungeon or making me prematurely old. When dragon steam enhanced my magic and I became a powerful witch, I thought that my problems with magic were over, but once again, I was wrong. Suddenly I had bigger problems to face—problems caused by magic that I soon learned only magic could fix.
I'd been visiting my aunt Grassina's workshop in the dungeon every day for the last few weeks and I had almost finished studying her parchments and the books she'd brought down from the tower rooms. With only a few more left to check, I was getting increasingly frustrated since I hadn't found a single spell that would help me.
When I'd arrived in the dungeon that morning, Grassina had dashed out of her room without saying where she was headed. Knowing her, she probably had some sort of mischief planned. I would have followed her to see what she was up to if I hadn't had something more important to do.
Massaging my forehead with one hand, I pushed the parchment aside with the other. I was tired of sitting in the dungeon. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, since there were plenty of candles and I'd dressed warmly, but the candles kept sputtering and going out, and the stink of decay was so strong it made my head hurt.
Something ran over my shoe, and I jerked my foot under my chair.
It's probably Blister,
I thought, shuddering. Once, before she changed from being the kind and gentle Green Witch to being the nasty, bewitched self she'd been for the last year or so, Grassina had kept a small, inoffensive, apple-green snake that had never bothered anyone. Now she shared her room with an old gray rat she'd found in the dungeon—Blister. He smelled awful, his fur was patchy and his naked tail was covered with sores, but his worst feature was his disposition, which was as nasty as my aunt's. I didn't mind the chill of the dungeon, the magic fogs that drifted from room to room or even the ghosts who popped in unexpectedly. Blister was a different story, however, since he loved tripping me and jumping out of shadows to startle me.
For the hundredth time, I thought about creating my own witches' lights so I wouldn't have to strain to see the words on the pages and the creatures that lurked in the darkened corners of the room. I knew better, however, because this was my aunt's workshop and she didn't like anyone doing magic in it except her. She was always nasty, but she was even worse if you did something she didn't like, which is why I'd gone to the dungeon in the first place. The feeble light from her flickering candles would have to do.
I'd been looking for a cure for the family curse for over a year. My aunt had been its most recent victim, and if I didn't do something about it before my sixteenth birthday, I might fall prey to it as well. Like our magical abilities, the curse had been passed down from generation to generation. It had started when my long-ago ancestor Hazel, the first Green Witch, had given out everlasting bouquets at her sixteenth birthday party and hadn't brought enough for everyone. A disappointed fairy had cursed her, saying that if Hazel ever touched another flower, she'd lose her beauty as well as her sweet disposition. Unfortunately the spell hadn't ended with Hazel, who had died centuries before I was born. Women in my family learned to stay away from flowers, with life-altering consequences if they didn't. They not only became ugly to look at, they turned so nasty that hardly anyone could stand them.
I finished reading another parchment and sighed. One more collection of useless spells for turning sows' ears into silk purses and lead into gold. The last spell, so long and involved that it had almost put me to sleep, had explained how to make mountains out of molehills.
"Almost finished, Emma?" said a high-pitched voice. My friend, a bat named Li'l, peered at me from the ceiling where she hung upside down.
"It shouldn't be long now," I told her. Rolling the parchment into a tube, I set it beside the others that I'd already studied. I was reaching for the last two, when I heard scratching at the door. "Grassina's back," I said, pulling my hand away.
My magic had improved remarkably since the day I had learned that I had the talent. Not only had I become a Dragon Friend, but I'd also become the Green Witch after Grassina lost the title. I could do a lot of things that I would once have considered impossible. Now I knew who was standing on the other side of a door without opening it. This was particularly handy when I was trying to avoid talking to my mother.
The scratching came again.
"Why would Grassina scratch the door?" Li'l asked.
"Good question." I reached for the latch and had opened the heavy wooden door only a few inches when it smacked into me, and an enormous lizard bounded across the threshold. At least seven feet long, the stocky creature's body seemed to fill the room. It raised its head to hiss at Li'l, but didn't pay any attention to me.
Li'l shrieked and flew to the ceiling, trying to hide in the cracks between the stones. The lizard cackled and its edges grew fuzzy, then suddenly my aunt was standing in its place. "Why are you still here?" she asked me. "I thought you were almost finished."
"I would have finished days ago if you had more light
"There's enough light in here to do
my
spells, but if it stops your whining, I'll give you your rotten witches' lights. Anything to get rid of you sooner." With a wave of her hand and a few muffled words, Grassina sent a flurry of small globes bouncing against the ceiling. Instead of the rosy glow her witches' lights had made before she changed, these cast a sickly shade of green, making us look mortally ill.
A fuzzy little animal with a stubby tail and tiny ears scurried across the table. The creature squeaked as it ran off the edge and fell to the floor, where it lay on its back, twitching. Although it was about the size of a mouse, it didn't look like any I'd ever seen. "What is that?" I asked my aunt.
"A hamster," she said. "I saw them on my travels once. It used to be a spider, but hamsters have more meat on them. Being a lizard makes you hungry."
"That's disgusting!" I exclaimed.
"Do you really think so?" Grassina asked, her eyes brightening.
I looked up when one of the witches' lights went out. An ugly brown fog smelling of rotting vegetables was smothering the lights one by one. Grassina darted across the room to a barrel and rolled it to the center of the floor. The fog had almost reached the last witches' light when she muttered a few words and the barrel began to shake. Hissing like an angry snake, the barrel swelled as it sucked the fog through a small opening in its side. When the last wisp had disappeared, Grassina rammed a plug into the hole and rubbed her hands together. "Good!" she said. "I could use more of that."
"What do you need it for?"
"This," she said, stomping to her workbench and uncovering a bowl filled with lavender dust. "I distill the fog and collect the residue."
"What does it do?" I asked.
"None of your business," she said, slamming the cover back on the bowl. "You're too nosy for your own good. I think you'd better leave. I'm sick of seeing your face around here."
"I'm not finished yet. I have two more parchments—"
"Here, take them," she said, snatching the parchments off the table and tossing them to the floor. "And don't come back!"
Li'l fluttered from her hiding place in the ceiling while I picked up the parchments. We'd hardly crossed the threshold before the door slammed shut behind us.
"At least you got the parchments," said Li'l, landing on my shoulder. "I thought she didn't want them to leave her workshop."
"That's what she said when I first asked to see them. It's the only reason I didn't take them upstairs before this. Unfortunately these probably won't be any more helpful than the others. I guess I'm going to have to look somewhere else."
"Where else can you look?"
"That's a good question," I said. "My sixteenth birthday is next week and I have to find a counter-curse before then. Father has scheduled his tournament to start the day before. He says it's to celebrate my birthday, but I think that's just an excuse. He's invited Eadric's parents and half of their kingdom, so I think he's hoping to impress my potential in-laws before any marriage contract is signed."
Li'l looked puzzled. "Why do you have to find the counter-curse before your birthday?"
"Because the curse could change me anytime after I turn sixteen. If that happens, there won't be a Green Witch to protect the safety of Greater Greensward. At least Grassina had me to take her place, but I don't know anyone who could take mine!"
"There you are!" my mother called as I closed the dungeon door behind me. "I can't imagine why you spend so much time in that horrid place, but then you always were peculiar."
Hearing my mother's voice, Li'l slipped off my shoulder and fluttered toward the darker recesses of the corridor. I couldn't blame her for being afraid of my mother.
"I was visiting Grassina's workroom," I said, hoping to distract my mother from the fleeing bat.
Mother looked as if she'd swallowed something bitter. Since the curse had taken effect, she'd avoided my aunt as much as she did my grandmother.
I nodded to my mother's lady-in-waiting who was hovering close enough to hear her name called, but far enough away to appear discreet.
"Your Highness," she replied, curtsying lower than she used to before I was the Green Witch. Being a princess hadn't meant nearly as much as being the most powerful witch in the kingdom, and I now received a lot more respect than I ever had before.
Cradling the parchments in my arms, I joined my mother as she entered the Great Hall. "I told you," I said, "I'm looking for a cure for the family curse. Grassina has been letting me look through her books and parchments."
"Have you found anything?"
"Not yet."
"I'm not surprised. If all the witches before you weren't able to come up with a cure, what makes you think you can? Don't get an inflated opinion of yourself, miss, just because you're the Green Witch."
"I won't, Mother." I certainly wouldn't with her around. "I just think that they might not have looked hard enough or in the right places."
"More likely there's nothing to find. You're wasting your time when you should be seeing to your new gowns. You'll be meeting Prince Eadric's parents next week when they come for the tournament and I want you looking your best, although there isn't much we can do with someone as tall and gangly as you. The seamstress will need all the time she can get to make you presentable, so I want you to go see her now."
"What I'm doing is very important—"
"Getting married is very important, and if you don't make a good impression on your future husband's parents, there may not be a wedding. We're going to have to use every trick we can to make them like you, and it's not going to be easy."
"I still haven't told Eadric I'd marry him."
"But you will soon, if you know what's good for you," Mother said, narrowing her eyes.
I left my mother with the promise that I would see the seamstress as soon as I could, but I had no intention of going straight there. Fittings were torture as far as I was concerned because my mother always showed up to point out my physical shortcomings as if I were the work of an inept sculptor.
I hadn't told anyone why I'd put off answering Eadric. Even he didn't know the real reason, although he'd made me promise to give him my answer at the tournament. I was afraid it wasn't going to be the answer he wanted to hear. Although I knew I loved him, I wasn't sure that I should get married. It was one thing to marry the man you love with the idea of living happily ever after, but it was something entirely different knowing that you could turn nasty any day and abandon your husband and children. I didn't want the same thing to happen to Eadric that had happened to my grandfather—left on his own when my grandmother Olivene had changed from normal to mean. My mother, who had so far avoided the curse by completely banning flowers from the castle, may not have thought it possible to find a way to end the family curse, but I had to believe that such a cure existed. If I was unable to end the curse, I had no intention of marrying anyone.
The tower rooms I now used had once been my aunt's, but I'd claimed them when Grassina moved to the dungeon. It was difficult to run up the uneven steps, and I had only reached the first arrow slit when Li'l dropped from the ceiling and landed on my shoulder. "What took you so long?" she asked. "I've been waiting here for ages."