Thanks for waiting
Welcome back everyone. I’m so glad you waited for the steam locomotive to the Victorian Era.
The “three things” for this chapter are from Donna Parker at Yadadarcyyada – Vague Meanderings of the Broke and Obscure, a truly wonderful blog. In Donna’s posts she shares her thoughts on a variety of things. In one post she’ll have me laughing so hard my stomach hurts, and with an another I’ll be climbing up onto the soapbox with her as she gives voice to her feelings. So be sure to visit her blog and look around, read a few posts. I think you’ll be glad you did.
The “things” Donna sent created a new twist for the story. I really wasn’t expecting it — but you’ll have to read on to learn what that is!
Now the locomotive is back on track, so without further ado, I present Episode-21.
From last time…
“There are places that are not nearly deep enough for this submarine,” he commented and Absinthe hissed as if scolding Cornelis. “But with a little shifting of ‘the in to the out’… Tucking a bit from this reality into the next… Together Absinthe and I should be able to make it work,” he said.
“I don’t like the sound of that. You know full well how often your tricks go awry,” I warned him.
21. Ginger Beer, Cast Iron Finial, Backgammon
Cornelis Drebbel’s submarine traveled quite smoothly, I was relieved to note. After having been inebriated by the vapors of Absinthe the startled Green Fairy, I was feeling queasy. So I had worried about travel on — or rather under water.
“Where did you run off to?” I asked, referring to the fact that a moment before the alchemist wasn’t there.
“Good idea, Absinthe,” he told the fluttering fairy, but ignored my question. “Do try and drink it, Felicity. It will help settle your stomach.”
Cornelis absently tossed what looked like a cast iron finial. I raised my eyebrows, silently prompting him for an answer.
“I went to get this,” he said, giving the ornament another toss.
I tried to look at the thing, but Cornelis gave it a spin when he threw it. Several strands of iron reached up and twisted to come together at the tip making an open teardrop shape. Those twisted strips combined with the spin Cornelis gave his throw, made the shape seem to shift in an odd way as it went up and down with his tosses. I thought my stomach would lose its contents.
Absinthe glided down for a closer look at the finial. Then the Green Fairy gave a series of discontent sounding grunts at Cornelis. Apparently he didn’t like the finial to be tossed around.
“Oh, Absinthe. Don’t get testy,” the alchemist told the fairy with as his mouth twisted in a derisive way. “No harm will come to it. Besides, it helps charge it.”
“Why did you need a bedpost finial?” I wanted to know, despite another nauseous lurch from my stomach.
“This is no ordinary piece of cast iron,” Cornelis explained. “At least it is not any more. Once it crowned one of the posts of my bed. You see, many of my ideas come to me as I sleep. For some reason this particular finial gradually took on unexpected properties, although the other three did not,” the Dutchman said with a shrug. “I thought we might use it to help the submarine over the shallow places.”
The Green Fairy sniffed delicately at the finial, or whatever it was. Then he fluttered back to the ginger beer and chirped at me. As I took the proffered bottle, I gave the Dutchman a contemptuous look.
“Have you no shame, Cornelis? You could at least pretend to have a hangover,” I complained.
“As I have no real stomach, I don’t tend to digestive upsets,” the alchemist explained merrily. “But as you know, my skull does exist in this world. So I can get miserable headaches.”
“And head colds!” Copper chimed in, and giggled over the magical results of Cornelis sneezing when he and I were afflicted with that ailment.
The little skunk-like fairy snuffled and grunted in a way that sounded a lot like chuckling. I gathered that he had also witnessed the alchemist under the influence of a head cold.
Copper was giggling so hard it was difficult to understand her words, but the fairy seemed to know what she said. The only words I could pick out from the jumble of chortles were frogs and pancakes.
“You don’t act as though you have any sort of headache now,” I said, unwilling to laugh at the memory that so amused Copper, as I was feeling a bit put upon.
Cornelis chuckled. “I developed a tolerance to Absinthe’s frightened flatulence. When he and I first met, I startled him many times. One begins to get used to the effect,” he said.
As I sipped the ginger beer I gave Cornelis an arch look. I wondered if he may have deliberately “startled” Absinthe on more than one occasion, to cause him to produce those potent poots. The Green Fairy wrinkled up his pointed nose and made a grumbling sound at Cornelis that led me to believe my assumption was correct.
A pinging sound interrupted the conversation. It came from that multi-armed machine. Its limbs shifted. Those capped with blue and green gems lifted and spun while the arms adorned with warm colored jewels lowered unmoving.
“We’ve come to a shallow area,” Cornelis commented moving toward the device. “Umm…” he pondered. “The water is deeper than I expected. We should be able to navigate it without much assistance. However, if anyone should look, we will be easily spotted,” he added. “Absinthe, have we caught up with any of those three groups yet?”
The Green Fairy fluttered to one of the two perpetual motion machines. The glass dome filled with green fog. After a moment the haze cleared. A blurry figure lurched and bobbed. When it came into focus I saw that it was the hydrofoil! I saw the big chimpanzee jumping around and the woman who commanded that small group. I tried hard to get a look at her face, but the image was too small. She again wore rain gear, so I couldn’t even make out her figure to help me ascertain her identity.
The Dutchman looked uncertain. “Absinthe, perhaps we should slow down. We don’t want to get too close to them,” Cornelis said.
Absinthe chirped then made a tut-tut sound. That worried me. Surely we hadn’t…
“What! They’re right behind us? Do you mean to say we’ve gone under the hydrofoil and gotten ahead of them without even knowing they were there?” Cornelis exclaimed and the Green Fairy gave an indignant shrill warning.
Cornelis caught himself and quickly tried to calm the skunk-like fairy before he could spray that intoxicating vapor of highly concentrated absinthe. Fortunately Copper had a soothing effect on the creature as she gently stroked his tiny head with a finger and murmured compliments to him. Absinthe hopped onto her shoulder and snuggled down under her ear, making an occasional snuffling sound. I heaved a sigh of relief.
“I need to create a very good illusion to keep them from seeing us,” Cornelis began. “I think a mirror trick will suffice. A few illusory reflections so that it seems to them that they see the route ahead, but they do not see us. But we’ll have to be absolutely quiet,” he said emphatically. “This illusion will amplify any sounds we make,” he stressed. “We’ll have to maintain silence for quite some time. I suppose that will be easier if we occupy ourselves somehow. Ah! I know,” he said as he hurried to open a drawer in the submarine’s desk-like bridge.
He looked rather pleased with himself as he produced a backgammon set.
“Unfortunately Cornelis, I don’t know how to play,” I told him. “And teaching me will defeat the purpose of being quiet. Oh, but you have some books over there,” I said noticing a bookcase in the corner. “You and Copper can play while I read,” I suggested, knowing that the girl would enjoy the act of pretending to play even though it was unlikely that she actually knew the rules of backgammon.
“Yes, I want to play,” Copper added quickly. “Absinthe and I can play against you Cornelis,” she offered, and the Green Fairy chirped and settled on the backgammon board the Dutchman had just opened.
Absinthe seemed to guide Copper in arranging the pieces on the game board. Meanwhile Cornelis went to the second of two perpetual motion clocks. It was a good deal larger than the first machine. He gave the thing that looked like a cast iron finial another toss and then twisted it onto the base of the clock. It began to spin slowly. It had a rather hypnotic effect. Looking at it made me queasy again.
A green aura surrounded Cornelis. From out of nowhere the alchemist produced postcard sized images of the waterway, the shorelines, and the sky. He placed one hand just above the images and rested the other on the crystal dome of the perpetual motion clock. As the glow around him intensified, one by one the images disappeared and then reappeared inside the dome.
“Wow!” Copper sighed and the Green Fairy made a soft shushing sound.
“I’m sure it’s important that we don’t interrupt Cornelis,” I whispered to Copper.
“Oh really?” Cornelis muttered drolly. “My skills aren’t that limited. Do go about setting up the game. I’ll join you shortly. Felicity, select a book and relax.”
I glanced at the titles. Everything on the first three shelves was dry and scientific sounding. When I looked at the fourth shelf I couldn’t suppress a chuckle. The Dutchman had a small collection of Jane Austen books.
“You’ve an Austen collection?” I murmured in surprise.
“Yes. I met the lady and several other authors. She gave me the books. You’ll see an inscription inside each, written in her own hand,” Cornelis said in a rather smug tone.
I was impressed. “Pride and Prejudice,” I commented. “My favorite,” I said reading the brief note from the author to her “dear friend, Cornelis Drebbel.”
“What’s it about?” Copper asked, moving to my side, apparently already bored with waiting for Cornelis to begin the game of backgammon.
“Shall I read a bit to you while Cornelis sets up his trick?” I asked the girl and she nodded.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.”
Abruptly I paused. The term “rightful property” was trying to work past my headache and connect itself to a half formed suspicion about Calvin Hixon. However, Copper interrupted my thought and it was absorbed into my aching head.
“So is it about a man getting married?” Copper asked when I paused, causing me to lose that train of thought.
I gave my head half a shake to clear the jumbled notions inside it, and immediately regretted the motion. “It’s about a young woman, and yes it’s also about a man. Fitzwilliam Darcy,” I told her with a smile as I anticipated enjoying a favorite story.
Copper looked intrigued. “Is he handsome?” she wanted to know.
I saw Cornelis emitting a bright green aura as he worked his spell. He paused in making some very intricate looking adjustments to the perpetual motion machine. The alchemist looked at us and rolled his eyes heavenward.
“Oh yada Darcy yada,” he said derisively, cutting off my praise of the character.
Absinthe suddenly looked up when the alchemist made the comment. The fairy’s emerald eyes grew large and he shrieked.
“Oh bugger,” Cornelis said in frustration as the tiny fairy flew over to him making a series of very irate noises.
“What’s wrong with our tiny friend?” I asked worriedly though my voice came out in a sardonic tone.
“Yadadarcyyada is an incantation. I can’t believe I just said it aloud. If you hadn’t picked that blasted book it would never have happened,” Cornelis complained and the Green Fairy screamed again when Cornelis said the magic word a second time.
The submarine started to vibrate. It shuddered every few seconds. Everything around me looked like reflections from a funhouse mirror; stretching, expanding, contracting, becoming triplicate reflections.
It was more than my upset stomach could take. Apparently the nausea was plain on my face. Absinthe gave a sputtering grunt and a wastebasket appeared in my hands, just in time for me to retch into the container. I had the sneaking suspicion the tiny fairy was more concerned about keeping his submarine home clean — that he wasn’t so worried about my upset stomach.
Cornelis was yelling something about shifting of “the in to the out” and tucking a bit from this reality into the next — just as he had mentioned before.
The submarine began to spin. I lost my balance and landed on the floor. Copper fell down next to me, and I held the child with one arm and used my other arm to deflect books that fell down from the shelves and onto us.
Absinthe seemed to realize Copper was in distress. He fluttered down to us, and landed on Copper’s shoulder. Then he wrapped his tail protectively around her head. A bright green light formed around us. When I touched the aura, I was surprised to find it felt as hard as steel.
As the world around me whirled I saw Cornelis frantically working with the perpetual motion machine and the magical finial. The submarine whirled so fast that everything became a blur. As the force and pressure created by the maniacally spinning vessel became too great, darkness overtook me.
What has the unintended incantation “Yadadarcyyada” done to the submarine and its passengers? Might the magical effect extend beyond the submarine? Will it be enough to allow our friends to get away from the villains on the hydrofoil? Be at the train station next time!
Now here is the recipe for Episode-21. Bon appétit!
Recipe: Ginger Beer,
A Probiotic Summer Drink
Photo and recipe credit: A Real Food Lover.com
Next weekend the three things are from the wonderful R.C. in the Land of Enchantment. See where Pickled Beets, Corded Stays, and Cold Cereal take our characters.
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