It took Jareth the rest of the day to recover from the onslaught of David Bowie’s music resonating through his castle.  And she thought that he – Jareth – looked like that creepy man!  He was deeply insulted.  Jareth knew he was much better looking than that!  He sulked in his bedchambers for the rest of the day but decided to make an appearance for dinner.  If Sarah was nice to him, he may consider forgiving her for the offense.  He found her in the dining room peering with fascination at the pictures of the other women still on the wall from the previous evening.  “Good evening Sarah.  I’m glad to hear that you’ve turned off that offensive rubbish you were listening to earlier,” Jareth said haughtily.  He looked appreciatively at the emerald green gown she was wearing and noted with satisfaction that she hadn’t bothered to put her hair up.

“You’re just jealous,” Sarah said complacently, but with an intent to tease.  “Just because you’re not a rock star with millions of screaming fans.”

Jareth looked affronted.  “I do not need to be a rock star with millions of screaming fans.  I am the king of an entire realm, and have magic and eternity to play with,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“Hasn’t made you any happier,” Sarah remarked frankly, turning to look at him.  He looked very handsome tonight, she thought.  He was all in black.  Sarah eyed his leather jacket covetously – what a great jacket!

“Do you think being a rock star with millions of screaming fans has made this David Bowie any happier?” Jareth drawled lazily.

“Who would know?  He should be.  He’s made enough money to be able to do whatever he wants for the rest of his life,” Sarah mused aloud.

“What do you want to do for the rest of your life?” Jareth asked, getting tired of talking about this inconsequential person.

“I don’t know,” she replied honestly, after thinking about it for awhile.

“Don’t you have any dreams left?” he asked, worried.

“Not like I used to…” Sarah said vaguely, suddenly frowning.  He watched her feeling concerned.  He hoped that she could decide what she wanted by the time the year was out. 

They had dinner and watched the stars dancing out of a large window in one wall that Jareth conjured up.  Sarah smiled as she watched them dance to their own high, cold, diamond brilliant music.  She would never have the privilege of seeing anything like this in her own world.  She could feel the cold wind as the stars rushed past in vast, sweeping movements and she felt as though she could touch them if she put out her hand.

Jareth watched her face as she watched the stars.  She looked like a young prophet absolutely believing the impossible.  He smiled slightly.  It had been a long time since he’d watched this spectacle although it went on in the heavens every night.  Watching it with Sarah was almost as good as watching it for the first time.

It was late by the time the stars had exhausted themselves and were simply standing still in their heaven, vibrating to the last of the lofty, twinkling music that was so much softer now.  Sarah yawned, thanked Jareth for showing her the spectacle and trotted off to bed.  Jareth watched her go with hooded eyes.  It would be easy to dazzle the girl into staying once the year was up but even in her short life-time she would grow bored with everything his kingdom and his magic had to offer if there wasn’t something more to keep her here.  And with no dreams of hers to guide him – what could that thing be?  If Sarah loved him, that would be enough but he didn’t see any evidence of it.  Especially after she’d had the audacity to compare him to that eccentric rock star.  He frowned petulantly- he still burned with resentment every time he thought about it.