"Then the Skeksis exulted in the deaths of the last
Gelfling and of the prophecy. They had been
much afraid; they had even killed their Gelfling
prisoners quickly, preferring safety to pleasure.
They cared little that some Landstriders still hid
and fought in the mountains; the loss of a few
Garthim (I will not say their deaths) meant
nothing to them. They thought the path to
further darkness lay straight before them." "Two Gelfling survived the slaughter, two
infants unknown to the Skeksis. Jen was found
and fostered by the urRu, Kira by the Pod People." "Jen was brought up with riddles and enchantments,
music and dreams, covered with the
protection of spirals of power so that he might
be fit to restore the Shard. And when the Great
Conjunction at last drew near, urSu the Master,
who had waited till then, allowed himself to die.
He knew that this would also be the death of
skekSo the Emperor, that the Skeksis must then
fall into utter division. And never was the instability
of NINE more clearly shown, for with
skekSo dead, the rivalries concealed for fear of his
power broke out at once. SkekUng the GarthimMaster
and skekSil the Chamberlain fell into open
quarrel; skekSil lost the struggle, fled from the
castle, and turned his mind to the last betrayal." "If I had studied the stars more I could perhaps
also have foreseen his travels: his meeting
with Kira in the swamp, his welcome by the Pod
People, the Garthim raid, Jen and Kira's flight
together, their finding of the Wall of Destiny. I
could have foreseen the Landstriders that carried
them both with the Shard to the castle, and their
entry into the labyrinth beneath the castle
through the Teeth of Skreesh. But who does not
know of their journey? If I had studied the Skeksis
more, perhaps I could have foretold that skekSil
the Chamberlain, outcast from the castle, would
find them both and seek revenge; I could perhaps
now tell whether he sought to restore his
fallen state among the Skeksis by betraying the
Gelfling to them, or to destroy the Skeksis and
the Dark Crystal together. Who does not know
of his infamy? Who now can look into his twisted
heart?"
Text from The World of the Dark Crystal by Brian Froud,
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