Later, after a tiring walk back to the forest, Blue lay alone near his small campfire. Crickets and frogs were making a cheery night serenade. They didn’t seem to make Blue any happier. He was restless. He flopped on the ground under a starry sky. The campfire dwindled to hot coals. Pearl Girl, Pearl Girl, he thought.
Suddenly, out of the dark trees emerged a circus freak. Blue grabbed his knife and stood ready for danger. A two-headed boy stood shadowed in the starlight.
“We mean no harm, noble person,” said the head on the right.
“Then, why do you creep up on me in the dark? Tell me!” Blue shouted.
“No cause for alarm, friend. We’ve come to ask about Pearl Girl. Nothing more,” said the left head.
“Then, sit and ask.”
“Where is Pearl Girl?” asked Lefthead.
“Idiot,” said Righthead, “You mustn’t be so bold.”
“Then, you question him!” Lefthead said shrugging the left shoulder.
“What’ s your purpose here?” Blue asked.
“On behalf of my bold other half, I ask humbly for your forgiveness,” Righthead said. “We ask … we beg you, please reveal where you’ve hidden our Pearl Girl?”
Blue was surprised these two already knew about Pearl Girl and his brief meeting. But, then probably the whole circus was gossiping. These two muttonheads were tiring Blue. But, he had no company and he did want to speak of Pearl Girl.
“Very well. I wish to speak with Pearl Girl because I believe we’re cursed by the same witch. But, believe me, I haven’t hidden her. She never even showed up for our meeting.”
“Really? So what’s in it for you? Why do you want to talk to Pearl Girl?” asked Righthead, shaking his head with despair.
“I can’t remember my past. This girl has the key to release me.”
“No. She doesn’t have any key. Only pearls,” said Lefthead, laughing.
“You did say you would remain silent,” smoldered Righthead.
“Yes. The pearls are the key,” Blue replied. “Her pearls are made of tears. I believe, innocent tears are poison to a witch. If the pearls changed back to tears, and a witch touches them, my curse vanishes. That’s said in witchlore … and dark poems, I’ve read these many times on my journeys.”
“How tidy, Normal Man, but her tears are solid bony pearls! How will they be made liquid again?” said Righthead smiling.
“Kisses of Love,” Blue said, reciting his magic poem in his head.
“Does she love you?” asked Righthead.
“I hope she will.”
Both heads laughed. And then laughed some more.
“You are a fool, Natural One. You’ve met this girl just today and now hope to love her … Ha! Your motive is just selfishness. You don’t really care for poor Pearl Girl,” said Righthead.
“I love her,” sighed Lefthead.
“You’re a head lacking in good judgment. Why do you love the girl?” retorted Righthead.
“When she cries, I love the little pearls she makes,” cooed Lefthead.
“Then, you love the pearls, not Pearl Girl,” said Blue.
“Ignore the fool, he has a love rumple over this girl,” said Righthead.
“And, does she love you?” said Lefthead, leaning his head forward.
“Jabbering fools, you’re wasting my sleep! Where’s Pearl Girl?” Blue said.
“That’s our purpose in coming here!” said Righthead.
“If I knew where she was, I’d be wooing her right now,” Blue replied dejected, reminded of his thwarted state.
“Then, Gentle Insult. We leave you to your fire and say goodnight,” said Righthead. The two-headed boy walked off into the darkness arguing with himself.
For some time alone under the stars, Blue thought of his quest for freedom – and Pearl Girl. Could he love her? Was there indeed a link between him and her and the mystical poem? Darkness surrounded him as the coals dwindled to ash. Finally, he slept.