Hidebound Hump Day — Cornelis Drebbel 18

Wednesday, November 21, 2018 

Thanksgiving Victorian girl turkey dress-up

Welcome to Hidebound Hump Day.  Find your seat.  The #SteamPunk train is preparing to leave the station.  Oh, and buckle up, because we may encounter some dangerous curves.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day in the USA.  No matter where you are, I am thankful to have you on this train.  My wish for all of you is that every day be filled with friends, laughter, and an abundance of all good things.

I know everyone is busy, and wants to get to a benjo holiday with all their chuckaboos.  So I’ve divided chapter 18 to give you a shorter read.  This chapter will continue next week I’ll get on with the story.

Previously with Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers

Chapter 17.  Last time we were able to catch our breath a bit.  Cornelis used his alchemy to create a beautiful butterfly show for Copper.  In chapter 15, Ignatius volunteered to draw the group of villains away so our heroes could escape.  However, in chapter 16 the group of villains on a hydrofoil — and their big chimp came frighteningly close to the trio’s hiding place.

All aboard!

Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers

18 .1 — Pen Knife

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The green countryside went by in a prolonged blur, so fast did the alchemist propel the road locomotive.  I was so jarred from the rough ride of the little steam engine that I wondered if my insides might fall out.

Cornelis’ knuckles were white as he tightly held the controls.  From time to time he cast a worried glance at Copper or at me.  That meant he felt he was doing something that put us in danger.

The unnatural speed at which we traveled had to be risky.  I could tell by his grim face and the faraway look in his eyes that he gave his full attention to every aspect of our journey.  He used his tricks to scan the path ahead for dips and holes that could prove deadly at the speed we traveled.

Meanwhile he cast his senses out in every direction to check for signs of any of our adversaries.  I reminded myself that there were three sets of foes, not just the group with the hydrofoil.

We seemed to have left the woman commander of the hydrofoil, along with her crew and their tracking chimpanzee behind.  However, the other two groups might be anywhere.  I scanned the landscape anxiously, but everything ran together because we were moving so quickly.

When my eyes moved again to the alchemist’s face, I had another fear.  His complexion was gray. 

Even the alchemist has his limits, I told myself. 

What would happen if he severely overtaxed his energy?  Cornelis had used a great deal of vitality, being in two places at once, to gather information about our adversaries.  I decided we had traveled far enough to safely take a break.  Else Cornelis might break.

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We stopped amid several sweet cherry trees, heavily laden with fruit.  I climbed onto one of the tall back wheels of the road locomotive so I could reach into the branches.  Taking a pearl handled pen knife from my trousers pocket I gathered the bountiful cherries. 

Shamelessly, I leapt to the ground.  I wouldn’t have been able to do that if I wore a voluminous skirt, bustle, and corset!  Why women put up with wearing such things all day every day, was beyond me.  Yes, I did have a weakness for pretty things, including gowns.  However, who would wear such things (especially corsets) all the time, when practical, comfortable trousers were to be found?

A smile spread across my face when I saw Copper had climbed a nearby tree.  The sun shone warmly on the bright hair that resulted in her name.  Arms and legs wrapped haphazardly around branches, she ate cherries right there in the tree.  She was lucky to be too young to have to contend with the culturally required fashions of the day.  I wondered if as she grew into womanhood she would rebel against foolish social norms as I did.

Cornelis was unexpectedly at my elbow.  His sudden appearance startled me, as it often did.  That never failed to amuse the alchemist.  His bushy blonde eyebrows bobbed and a smile played on his lips.

“You were supposed to be resting,” I chided.  “You still don’t look well.  Where did you get to so quickly?” I asked the Dutchman.

“I was just doing a bit of reconnaissance; checking the area for signs of anyone we might not want to see,” he answered.  “Call it intuition if you will, but something tickles at the edge of my awareness.”

He leaned against the locomotive and stared absently at the treetops.  Suddenly he became rigid. 

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Terrence Mann as Cornelis

Without moving a muscle he whispered, “Quick.  Give me that knife!”

Cornelis opened the pen knife and its white mother of pearl handle reflected the green glow that engulfed the blade.  He drew back his arm and threw the knife.  It sailed end over end high into the trees with a whirring sound.  As it disappeared from view I heard a soft thud followed by the rustling sound of something falling.

The Dutchman and I ran toward the trees.  Copper was still playing in the tree she climbed and didn’t appear to notice what we were doing.  We stopped at the corpse of a raven.  It reeked with the odor of carrion it had eaten. 

There was blood on the bird’s beak, but I didn’t think it was from its most recent meal.  It held a bit of fabric from a familiar white crinoline.

The alchemist and I exchanged wondering looks. 

“So,” I began in a speculative tone.  “This raven attacked the woman who led the group on the hydrofoil?  That means at least two of the three groups are actively working against each other,” I said and Cornelis nodded with raised eyebrows and a pursed mouth as he pondered the idea.

“Coincidentally, the raven protected Ignatius when it attacked the vessel following him,” I continued.

“Or perhaps not so coincidentally,” the Dutchman answered to my annoyance.  “The raven might well belong to Belle.”

Have I said Cornelis Drebbel could be insufferable?  If I took one step forward as far as his attitude about Ignatius Belle, then I took two steps backward.  My lips tightened as I paced, trying to control my temper.  Normally I’m not so irritable, but I was exhausted, and the events of the past days had been utterly distressing.

“And look at this,” Cornelis said quietly as he removed a tiny brass cylinder attached to the bird’s leg.

He extracted a small strip of rolled parchment from the cylinder and read it silently.  I asked what the message was.  Cornelis said it was some sort of code.

“It seems to mention us being at the abandoned church and the direction in which we left.  The way this is written, I can’t be certain if we were actually spotted there or if someone tracked us there after we left.  Either way, they were not far behind us when we left the riverside.  Given the speed at which we traveled, no one could have kept up with us,” the alchemist said and his expression became pinched.

It wasn’t helpful, but once again I spoke before I thought. 

“But the bird kept up with us,” I murmured, not intending to be in any way critical of Cornelis — his unique abilities had saved us.

Though I tried to extract my foot from my mouth, one side of the alchemist’s mouth turned down in a wry expression. 

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Illustration for The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, 1875 (artist unknown, public domain)

“Yes, it just might have kept pace with us at that.  Perhaps,” he said, sounding deep in thought.  “But I took us on a backtracking, convoluted route.  Ravens fly ‘as the crow flies,’ that being directly from one spot to the next.  Ravens have a broad wingspan so they’re fast, but they don’t have the magically enhanced speed that we used.  So, the bird had a bit of good ― or rather bad luck.  It seems more likely that the raven was flying due north from the riverbank, and intersected our path here,” Cornelis suggested.

He removed the pen knife and wiped it with leaves.  “I think we can relax for a while now.  This message won’t be delivered,” Cornelis said and the tiny parchment became a flame that burned and was instantly gone. 

***

Real World Notes

I had so much fun with the Victorian vernacular last week that I’m sharing more of their slang today.  I managed to use a few of them in this chapter.  Even though I haven’t used very many of them, here are some of my favorites.

Benjo: Nineteenth century sailor slang for “A riotous holiday, a noisy day in the streets.”

Chuckaboo:  A nickname given to a close friend.

Collie shangles:  Quarrels.

Dizzy age:  Elderly.  Used if it makes one giddy to think of the person’s years.

Doing the bear:  Courting that involves hugging.

Don’t sell me a dog:  Popular until 1870,  Means, “Don’t lie to me!” Sometimes people who sold dogs would try to pass off mutts as purebreds.

Door-knocker:  A type of beard where the cheeks and chin are shaved, leaving a chain of hair under the chin, and upon each side of mouth, forming with moustache.  It looks something like a door-knocker.

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Come back next time for Indian Head Penny, and Brocade of a White Lion. 

The rest of Chapter 18 of Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers will be ready in a week, on Hidebound Humpday.

I’ll be looking for you at the station.  

Hugs! 

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91 thoughts on “Hidebound Hump Day — Cornelis Drebbel 18

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  3. Thank you Cornelis for destroying the message and not the raven. Poor ravens always get such a bad rap … although I’ve read enough fairy tales to view them with caution 😉

    Hope you had a great Thanksgiving Teagan!

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  4. Do we have a case of everybody double-crossing everybody else in those three groups, Teagan? I don’t think there’s going to be any party when those three groups all finally meet up. I still hear the saying ‘dizzy-age’ being used. And I rather like the saying ‘Doing the bear.’ The world needs lots more hugs.
    I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Enjoy the rest of the weekend.
    Hugs to you.

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    • Thank you for the good wish, Hugh. I have a lot going on, so aside from focusing on gratitude, a good Thanksgiving meant using my time well — and I think I did a pretty good job of that. The barking dog next door is too overwhelming for any real enjoyment… But I’m working on a big change so… one way or another I’ll leave the barking and the swamp behind.
      I guess I’m dizzy-age, because I really don’t remember whether the baddies were intent on double crossing each other or just competing to get whatever first. o_O Sometimes I’m just along for the ride, rather than driving the train. LOL. 😀
      You are so right that the world needs more hugs! Thank you so much for taking time to visit. Mega hugs, my friend.

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    • You’re welcome, my chuckaboo. 😉 I’m grateful for your friendship as well, and enjoy our continued exchange of ideas. I do want to do another story — as soon as circumstances give me room to breathe. A very happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. To all of you.
      Hugs on (wild turkey) wings.

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  6. I love to learn the Victorian vernacular expressions. Having my native roots in Europe, if I use unusual expressions, I hear people envisioning me as part of the “Old World”. The other day I used the words “comptometer” and didn’t even realized it. I saw some puzzled faces…

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    • Oh fun! I had to look up “comptometer”. I wish I had given Copper one in this story. Hopefully I will remember it for their next adventure.
      Language is such an interesting thing, Valentina. Many years ago (I was in the southern USA) I had a client from New Zeland. We found that some of her words (that most people here didn’t use) were also the rural southern words I used — for instance “I recon.”) The differences in how English is used from one part of the country, or particularly from one country to another still fascinate me.
      Thanks for visiting. Happy Thanksgiving hugs.

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  7. Another fantastic episode, Teagan! I love the way it is unfolding and you keep us wanting to know more at the end of each segment. I’m growing more and more fond of Cornelis. He is quite extraordinary. 🙂 I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and still keeping my fingers crossed for you about the possible new home! Hugs!

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    • Hi Michael. I just rescued you from my spam folder. Oh my! There were some particularly distasteful people in there — I hope your are okay! 😉
      Yes, Terrence Mann has been my Cornelis from the moment I first imagined the character.
      Thank you kindly for the Thanksgiving wishes. I’m thankful for you. Have a thriving Thursday. Hugs.

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    • Olga, I really appreciate this comment. I remember that I even researched what kind of trees would grow in the general area where I thought this episode would happen. Thanks for taking time to visit here. Great big hug!

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  8. Those beards do look like food knockers!

    Great episode, Tesgan. I hope the Alchemist’s strength holds up. A little sad for the raven but an interesting twist, made more believable by the conversation.

    I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving and A nice long weekend.

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    • Thanks, Dan. I’ve never felt dialogue was my strength, so I appreciate that. Ravens are kind of a go-to in fantasy novels as messengers (used in various ways, and usually used by the bad guys). LOL, I’m not sure I could have had Cornelis kill another kind of bird. It was difficult enough with the raven.
      I usually bring out humor with Cornelis, but the alchemist has a ruthless edge, and this bit let me touch on that. I don’t think one could exist for centuries without developing a bit of ruthlessness. Okay… sorry — dipping too far into my strangely wired head.
      Thanks for visiting. Mega hugs.

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  9. I wish you a week filled with laughter, love, and some relaxation!

    I love the size of that turkey in the first photo. You know I’ve only seen one live Tom Turkey that big in my whole life. Gaul, he was a dandy and so HUGE! I posted a photo of him in a post some years back. He stood half my size and twice as broad. I hope he’s still running free and has a whole gaggle of hens!

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    • Wow, Deborah, that is one huge bird! Mary J McCoy-Dressel shared photos of some really big wild turkeys what were hanging around her place in Michigan.
      That’s a fun thought about your Tom. LOL.
      Here, the turkeys are about six feet tall and the place is overrun with them… (snort.)
      Wishing you and yours a delightful Thanksgiving. (Love your Pumpkin Pie post.) Hugs on the wing.

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    • It’s great to see you Christoph. Yes, things have been hectic lately.
      Ha! I’m not a big fan of facial hair, and the “door knocker” is just odd looking to me. But I’m sure you could make it look dashing. 😉 Thanks so much for visiting. Mega hugs!

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