It's tricky. Getting into and out of her rose-sphere is routine after a few days, but she still hasn't uncovered an explanation of how channeling works, though she's been informed that there are three options for how to do it (by herself, through a willing helper, or through an unwilling helper). Unlike the fourfold options for reaching the Dreamworld, this does not tell her how to begin fumbling towards a practical understanding, even though she can rule out the last one just on the basis of its description.
Beast can only do so a tiny bit of reading per day, and her pile of books that she can read shrinks much faster than his. She combs the library for multilingual dictionaries, so she can pick her way through the titles of the foreign-language books and at least prioritize them before handing them over.
Finally something in an obscure language that even Beast can barely read - Belle has to look up a lot of words - explains the channeling in a way she can understand.
To cast a spell, you need power and a way to form that power into an effect in the world. (Power can be drawn from many things; the text says 'from the Heart, from the Will, from the Sky, from the Earth, according to the needs of the spell and the resources of the Mage', and doesn't elaborate.)
If you work using yourself as a channel, you risk being distracted by the pain of channeling. The book recommends working this way for small spells, where the pain and the consequences of failure will also be small. It is also careful to specify that there are no permanent effects on the caster from working this way.
If you work using a willing channel, you will be free to cast your spell without the distraction of pain, but after a few uses your channel will start to suffer remnants of channel-pain even when you are not casting through them. (The Beast seems to think this is very funny.) These 'Echoes' can last for years, and get stronger the more power someone is made to channel, but after enough time spent resting they will fade away to no ultimate lingering effect.
If you work using an unwilling channel, every use will cause damage to the channel's mind, leading eventually to death. Even one spell, if it is a powerful enough spell, can burn out an unwilling channel to the point where they forget their own name. There is no known way to heal the damage caused by forcing power through an unwilling channel. The book strongly recommends against this method.
"It does sound like it can get very bad indeed, though." This book has a handful of illustrations, including one of a man in rather wretched apparent discomfort with an enchantress standing over him. Belle translates the caption one word at a time: "To make... a fortress... suitable... for... an enchanter," she says as she picks her way across the phrase. "The Toolkit said something about counterspells always taking at least as much channeling as the original. I don't know if this castle is a 'fortress suitable for an enchanter' or not, but it's probably close to the same power requirements. I wonder who she channeled through."
"So," Belle says, turning to her notes, "my impression is that I'll be able to handle it for small spells - anything in the Hedge-witch book, probably, I can look for my father first once I know how to turn having decided on a channel into being able to channel a spell through same - but I don't think I'd be able to hold together any more significant concentration through the medium-sized magic, let alone the larger things that I might need to do to disenchant the castle."
She reaches for a new book.
And finally she finds some usable instructions - in language she can read, even - about how to channel in each of the three ways. "Excellent," she says, setting about turning this book into notes.
To channel through oneself, the enchanter approaches his (many of these books, despite their own illustrations, seem convinced that all magic users are male) Dream-world from the inside. He must make a Dream-gate at the borders of his mind, bring power through himself from whatever source he chooses, and channel it out of the gate and into the spell.
The Heart refers to emotions, her own or other people's - apparently using either the caster's emotions or the channel's is most efficient, but anyone present or connected to the spell can work. The Will is the caster's intentions, which if properly focused and sufficiently strong can power some small spells all by themselves.
That's Heart-powered.
That's all right. She can summon up strong emotions about her father if she needs them. They haven't been useful before now.
There are further explanations of how to connect to each of these power sources, starting with Will, which is apparently the easiest; the caster need only focus very hard on the desired goal, and the power will become available to send through the Dream-gate. Similarly Heart, using one's own emotions, is just a matter of keeping the emotion and the spell in focus at the same time.
Using someone else's emotions is trickier. Apparently you have to touch their mindscape. There is a separate chapter on how to do that.
She reads the instructions for the hedge-witch spell, "translating" them into her own words until she's sure she understands them all. She thinks she gets it after the Dream-gate part. She'll have to have another look at her rosevines with that in mind.
She noticed the flowers, and the prickles, but she hasn't paid a lot of attention to the vines. But they're nearly as interesting as the blossoms, on inspection. There are - sections. While some vines from each section cross into each adjacent section, it turns out that each vine forms a complete circle with itself if she follows it patiently enough, and most of them do this over a small enough area of the sphere to help define regions.
And here is a bit of a gap, neatly crisscrossed vines around it, that would make a decent gate, she supposes, if it would only -
The vines move, when she considers it. The gap widens.
She's not sure how big it's supposed to be, but if she wills the spell to work, maybe something suggestive will happen...
A flower close to the gap bends its stem towards the outside of the sphere.
Belle makes the gap exactly large enough to comfortably admit that rose, and she focuses on her spell, and -
Pushing the power out of her mind stings a little, like being slapped very lightly, but all over and not fading with time.
She doesn't have to keep it up for long, though. This spell only needs a brief jolt of power to get it going. And then Belle sees her father.
The spell's not particularly prolonged, but Belle's seen what she needed to see. She opens her eyes. "My father's okay," she said, "or, well, he's alive - but I think he's worried about me," she murmurs. Pause. "And, I did a spell!"
She leaves her hand where it is, until she gives up on finding a message spell and requires both hands to gesture appropriate levels of frustration. "Do enchanters never want to communicate with anyone who isn't in the room with them?" she exclaims.
"Charlie?" she asks, stopping and looking up. "I - mm, not exactly. I love him and I want him to be happy and he's clearly not and if I were there he would be, so in the sense that I want to go back to him, I do, but if he'd died when I was six along with my mother, or if for some reason he didn't care about me, I'd be all right without him. I wouldn't choose those situations, but I'd get along fine. Having people around has never seemed terribly important to me. I might change my tune if I were alone for a hundred years, but on an ordinary day it's like - having dessert. A perfectly nice thing I'd like to do routinely that I could adjust to think nothing of if it became impossible."
"I don't know," he says, "but I don't think so. I was running - I ran into an old woman, knocked her down - she looked so angry, lying in the dust - I laughed - she got up and started shouting. I don't remember everything she said. Some of it made me think she knew my father... and of course," he gestures around them, "there's the fact that she knew to take me home."
It flows in the door, and away out of sight... and cascades out of a tower window a moment later, spilling around the covering vines.
The spell shows her the Beast as he was, as a human. Tall, handsome, just about her age, with curly brown hair almost the same colour as his mane.
He used to be a very happy person.
In the morning, it is so cold she can see her breath, and she has to work very hard to haul herself out from under the covers to race to her closet.
Everything is short-sleeved and none of the skirts go past her knees.
"Warmer," she says, and she shuts the closet and shivers and opens it again.
Nothing better presents itself. "Come on! It's freezing! At least build up the fire! Go on, please, give me that - that green thing I wore three days ago again, I liked that -"
The closet refuses.
Belle wraps herself in her blanket, eats only the warm parts of her breakfast, and tromps down to the library in three of the inadequate dresses layered on top of each other and the blanket on top of that, still shivering.
"Why is it so cold?" exclaims Belle, huddling under the blanket and trying to find a way to handle a book that doesn't involve reaching her hand out into the chill. "And it wouldn't even give me a warm dress - it's been so cooperative about clothes until now!"
"If I have to be forced to do things I'd just as soon they be things I'm in favor of doing. If someone powerful commanded me to - say - study magic, that's my cue to see if they'll help me accomplish that more efficiently, not resent them for it. But I hear you about the someone-else-being-forced-to-help part."
"How do you know?" she asks. "...Disenchantments are difficult. And dangerous. More so the more complicated the spell you're countering is. It could take a few years, maybe more, before I can try it on something like your curse and be reasonably sure I'm not going to kill myself trying."
Flip flip flip.
It takes her about fifteen minutes to find a spell that suits her; she's getting pretty familiar with the magic books she can read. She memorizes it, and copies down the key points into her notebook, which she picks up to bring along. "Okay, now's good."
There is only one flower on the bush still standing tall and hanging onto a full crown of petals. A few of the rest, drooping off in all directions, still claim a petal or two.
The spell is very elegantly designed; the parameters for ending the curse are clear, and the open pathway for completing it is still in good order after all this time. A strong, focused emotional connection of romantic love between the Beast and anyone else will fill up the waiting power well and transform the spell, leaving the Beast in his human form again, the castle back at the edge of the forest, and both castle and forest completely unmagical.
If, on the other hand, he doesn't manage to fulfill the parameters... the pathway will close. The goal of forest and castle will turn from the complicated sorting it currently does, turning away only those people who are probably incompatible, to a simple and easy equal rejection of everyone. If there is anyone else present, it will pick them up and dump them out. The Beast will live forever in his lovely, lonely castle.
And he was wrong about how much time they have left. The ultimate deadline is in a little less than a year and a half.
"I - I think I'm progressing in the enchanting books at a decent clip," she says, still staring at the rosebush even after her enchanter's sight fades out. "But this is a huge, complicated spell - and disenchanting it will be hard - and it's very specific about the kind of love, too -"
"I can't even figure out if she wanted you to break the curse or not. Some of the parts seemed helpful - sorting people by their likelihood of being a suitable other party, the long time limit from the beginning of the curse - but - some of the parts do not, like turning you into a - whatever you are. Cat-creature. Putting the entire castle in the middle of the woods so in all these years only one person has passed the minimum threshold of likelihood."
"How come you're that picky, anyway? People get lost in these woods all the time. Even just in my lifetime and just in my village I've seen several girls about my age stumble out of the Witchwood having been lost for more than long enough for the castle to draw them in." She starts sketching a curriculum for herself that bypasses every skill not necessary for learning disenchantment. She does not need to become intimately familiar with all four power sources; she does not need to learn to channel through an unwilling subject (she wouldn't have needed that anyway), she does not have to learn a repertoire of even the most appealing spells for their own sake but only to build her own skills.
"I didn't ask them," says Belle, "but then, if I'd stumbled out of the wood instead of getting stuck here, and someone from Dulac or wherever I wandered to asked me 'are you by chance the type to fall in love with an enormous lion-man', I would have believed myself to be conversing with the village idiot."
But there's a cross-reference to another spell, and that one lets the caster choose a kind of spell-sight to keep ready at all times, to be triggered merely by applying one's Will in the appropriate direction, without the pain or fuss of a full recasting.
It takes significantly more power than any of the cross-referenced vision spells, including 'To See True Form or Nature', and then of course needs the power requirements of the encapsulated spell on top of its own. The complexity of casting is likewise a significant step up.
And she looks at her disenchantment curriculum.
It will take her a few days to learn the spellsight permanence.
It will take her - longer - to learn the disenchantment. Longer to do it without tearing herself apart even if Beast lets her channel the whole thing through him.
She frowns at her curriculum and starts jotting down optimistic periods of time it might take to learn each substep.
She adds up the column of figures.
It's as optimistic as she can possibly be, in reality she'd probably have to detour to pick up something she forgot to include, and she could still get herself killed.
"We could," she says, "I suppose, always try doing it her way."
"If I were the type to do that I suspect I'd know it by now." She turns a page in her notebook and begins laying out all the steps for permanent truesight. "I have already glanced at you and spoken, so perhaps I'm not so easy to love as you suggest. Or you've lost that particular facility."
This section deals with duplication of permanent spells: apparently you're not supposed to do it. Casting a particular spell on a particular object, and then casting the same spell on the same object again - with the same or different parameters, it doesn't seem to matter much - will usually lead to effects you didn't anticipate, and it is always better to either disenchant the subject before the second casting, or find two different spells that you can combine to get the desired result. Even casting two separate permanent spells on a single person or thing can be tricky, but unlike the same spell twice, it isn't a near-guarantee of disaster.
Bell writes all of this down. "Well," she says, "if the sight spell I have in mind does what I mean for it to do, I'll have plenty of time to learn to safely disenchant myself if I want to switch later. ...If it doesn't... When you said that one book was about fake love potions did you mean the potions don't work, or that they work to generate 'fake love'?"
He's still there, tall and fluffy and catlike. Nothing about her perception of the real world has changed.
But... behind him, or beside him, somehow existing in exactly the same place while being simultaneously and mutually visible, there is the image of a man with a familiar face, smiling a familiar smile. He is somewhat older than seventeen, but still not yet into his prime, let alone past it. The two images move together, the Beast in physical reality and the man in the reality of true essence.
Neither image is wearing any clothing. And unlike his Beast-form, his man-form needs it.