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why was it necessary at all?
    As evening fell Alice attended the Queen, who lay sprawled naked on her bed of silks and furs. Alice was as attentive and subservient as she knew how, desperate to avoid another taste of control through the sceptre figurine, which the Queen toyed with as Alice served her with wine and a selection of fruits and bread from the platter. The vague idea of trying to snatch it from her hand passed through Alice’s mind, but she could not summon up the courage. She knew how strong the Queen was and the penalty for failure would no doubt be hideously unpleasant. But would she ever put it down? As evening became night it appeared not. It was almost as though the sceptre was part of her, in the same way she still had her filigree crown on. Alice wondered if she would sleep in it.
    The Queen began a little game with Alice. She took grapes from the fruit selection and tucked them into the furrow of her pubes and commanded Alice to dip for them. Soon the Queen was laughing at the sensation of Alice’s burrowing tongue hooking the fruit out of the warm wet pocket of flesh.
    She seemed more relaxed as time passed and the suspicious anger that had filled her when they had first met was now almost completely gone. Perhaps she had been lonely, Alice thought. There was no sign of anybody else sharing the tent. She had mentioned having other girlings in the past but there were none to be seen now. How long had she been camped out here in the woods?
    ‘You are a pretty and sensuous creature,’ the Queen declared, tousling Alice’s hair and smiling at her face now wet with royal exudation. ‘I hate to part with you but it must be done if we are to win through. Tomorrow I will send you on your mission. But afterwards … well, we shall see.’
    ‘Mission, Mistress?’ Alice asked hesitantly.
    ‘The task I have prepared you for, girl. You shall learn all you need tomorrow. Now let me feel your tongue again …’
    Alice slept between the Queen’s splayed legs with her hands cuffed behind her back and her face buried in her mistress’s sweet sticky mound of Venus. There was no doubt the woman had masterful power in abundance. If only she used it properly she could make Alice her devoted slave for life. But why go to the trouble of establishing such artificial control over her? And what was this mysterious mission?
    The next morning the Queen led Alice a little way through the trees until they came to the edge of the wood. Alice caught her breath. Beyond was an incredible vista.
    What she had taken to be a wood was in fact part of a great forest, which capped the summit of a high steep hillside . The hill was part of a continuous and unnaturally straight range that extended left and right as far as Alice could see. It overlooked a broad flat plain which at first glance resembled aerial pictures Alice had seen of sprawling crop fields in the plains of America, crossed by occasional roads and right-angled fences creating an unnatural checkerboard effect. But even those artificial landscapes had not been quite so precisely regimented. This land was partitioned into an array of perfectly regular squares all aligned in exact columns and rows and fading into the haze of the horizon. Of course, this was the beginning of the Looking Glass story. The plain was the setting for the living chess game Alice’s namesake had played. She had read that story to fix the idea of Underland in her mind, so perhaps it was not surprising that she should have arrived here.
    But the strange land was far larger than she had imagined, with many more than the sixty-four squares of a normal chessboard. And the longer she looked the more she noticed other details not mentioned in the original story. The divisions between the squares themselves appeared misty and unreal, as though not being quite in focus. Some squares gave the eye-watering impression of containing more land within the same external boundaries than their neighbours, or else