story His smile was weaker then it had been, she noticed, and the fingernails on his right hand were blackened, the skin burning an angry red. Whatever he had just done had cost him. She nodded, ushered him in behind her, and closed the door.
She hurried in her room and shut the door behind her. "Eva, don't slam the doors!" yelled her duenna from the kitchen. But she didn't hear her. She threw herself on the bed and cryed a river, relieving the pain in her heart. It couldn't be! Her father couldn't simply sell her to this horrible man! She knew he needed money, but for the Lord, her father loved her!
She rolled on her back and extended an arm to her bedside table, picking up her silver mirror to look at herself. And it made her laugh. If her duenna would see her now, the noble Eva Cordavilla, her beautiful dress all creased, her hairdressing half undone, her eyes all red! No, she would not marry this old ill-favored merchant, so rich can he be!
She got on her feet, and searched in her wardrobe, between her nicest robes and gowns, until she found an old brown sack. Opening it, she produces smaller purses and bottles. She opened one of the purse, and spread some dried lys petals on her silver mirror. From another purse, she took a deep violet, multifacet gem, feeling strangely warm in her palm. Holding the gem, she gently knocked the mirror three times, and looked at her reflect.
At first, nothing happened: it was still her beautiful face, with her high cheekbones, her thin lips, her hazelnut eyes made shinny by the tears, a lock of black hair hanging from her subtle hairdressing. Then the image changed, until it was a man with a strange smile and a dark complexion.
"Don Caņito! I'm so happy to see you!"
"What's happening, seņorita? Oh, what happened to your face, did you cried?"
Eva hesitated a second; she would never admit to any man to have cried. But he was not any man, he was the spirit of a mirror... "Yes... my father has promised me to a man, an old merchant, as ugly as a boar! He is rich, but I can't even lay my eyes on him for more than a second without fainting! Here, only thinking about him, I'm all weak again..."
Indeed, the young woman was all pale again. "No, my dear, you have to be strong! Take a deep breath... again... Ah, I see the colors coming back on your pretty cheeks! And who is this ugly boar, if I may ask?"
"His name is Senor Valerio Battiscana. If..." She hesitated a moment. What she was about to do was getting beyong mere fantasy.
"If...?" encouraged the man in the mirror.
"If... something could happen... that I wouldn't have to marry him... an... accident..." She was strangely shameful. After all, what evil could a mirror do, exactly?
"At your service, seņorita!" Don Caņito, the man in the mirror, suddenly disappeared, leaving only a whitish surface, then her own puzzled reflect slowly reappeared.