Hidebound Hump Day — Cornelis Drebbel 33

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

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Welcome back to Hidebound Hump Day, my chuckaboos!  Unfortunately I still haven’t gotten my agoraphobic self on the road.  Even without my “messed-up-ness,” a cross country relocation is a lot for one person, physically and mentally… and I’m no spring chicken… So, please forgive me for being scarce.  I miss visiting other blogs, and apologize that I haven’t been to see you.

The quite romantically random “things” that drove this chapter were from author Mary J McCoy-Dressel

Now, let’s get straight to the #steampunk submarine.

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

A Rewind from Chapter 8 back when our trio escaped from fierce marauding chimpanzees. 

The chimp must have seen me looking back at him.  It started wreaking havoc in the branches of the tree, jumping up and down and screeching bloody murder.  His fellows in the distance screamed back excitedly.  It sounded like there were a lot of them.  I remembered nervously how strong they were.  I hoisted the carpet bag, putting its strap over my shoulder so I could take Copper’s hand.  I had to make sure we weren’t separated.

An earsplitting screech made me look over my shoulder.  However, the noise was not simian, rather it was a metallic sound.  Then I heard the shrill whistle of escaping steam.  The doors of the outbuilding where Cornelis was working burst open.  The road locomotive moved toward us with a loud clickity-clack clickity-clack.  As it increased speed, the clicks and clacks blurred together into a continuous roar.

Copper squeezed my hand.  I followed her gaze.  The chimpanzees had amassed at the shade tree.  They milled curiously as they watched the road locomotive.  One and then another would chatter to the others.  I had a bad feeling that they were working themselves up for an attack.

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Chapter 31Viola, Cal’s housekeeper, echoed the amethyst ape’s sudden inhalation, putting a hand to her mouth.  “No.  You can’t mean that very small green creature is going out to confront the giant one eyed one horned flying purple people eater!” the violet chimpanzee housekeeper exclaimed.  “Why the poor little thing won’t last a minute.  Please! Can’t you call him back?”

Chapter 33.  Tiny Absinthe, the Green Fairy confronted the gigantic flying purple people eater.  The fire was so bright that it dazzled their eyes.  Felicity could only see glowing spots.  As she stood there blinking she felt someone rush past her.

“Lord of Alchemy!” Cal Hicks yelled as Cornelis used one of his tricks to run right through the door without opening it.

“Cornelis, no!” Felicity screamed.  “You’ll be burned to a crisp!”

All aboard!

Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers

33 — Courtship, Well-bred Man, Horseback Riding

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Queen Anne Style House, Wikimedia altered image by Teagan

Cal Hicks yelled at me that it wasn’t safe.  His expression immediately became rueful and he apologized profusely for his tone.  Hicks truly was a well-bred man — or rather ape.  However, my feet had taken me to the door before my common sense caught up with them.

When I opened the door I saw Absinthe and the one eyed one horned flying purple people eater hurtling toward the ground.  The vast dome of fire continued to descend.

The tiny green skunk-looking fairy shrieked something at the purple people eater and grabbed onto the tip of her tail as they fell.  Absinthe used a trick like the one Cornelis sometimes used to send his voice.  Though I didn’t understand him, I clearly heard him snuffle and grunt to the Alchemist.

Both Cornelis and the dragon looked at Absinthe doubtfully.  Cornelis shrugged, and then held up the harmonic tuner and gave it one sharp ring.  Absinthe echoed the tone and the pitch of his voice merged with the harmonic sound. 

I could see a emerald aura stretching up from Cornelis to the Green Fairy.  Absinthe glowed verdantly and the intensity of the aura doubled.  I was sure they had somehow combined their powers.

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The she-dragon looked at Absinthe as he clung to the tip of her tail.  She snorted a puff of purple smoke that briefly circled her one-eyed one-horned head.  Then she flicked her tail, launching the tiny Green Fairy even closer to the flames above.

Absinthe summersaulted as he soared pointing his bantam backside toward the dome of fire.  He lifted his fluffy tail and proceeded to produce one of his powerfully potent poots.  The forceful fairy fart flew against the flaming dome.

I had first-hand knowledge of the fairy’s formidable flatulence.  When startled or threatened, the Green Fairy produced a spray that was essentially a very highly concentrated form of the liquor, absinthe.  I was fearful to see him aim that fart at the flames.  I was certain it would only make the fire worse.

Cringing, I looked over at Cornelis.  The Alchemist drew a deep breath and then blew upward.  I couldn’t see his breath, but I remembered Cornelis telling me that his alchemy sometimes worked to exchange or transform one thing into another. 

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Albert Maignan’s “Green Muse” 1895

As I watched, the cloud of green vapor from Absinthe’s bottom expanded to the width of the flaming dome.  My arm went up reflexively to cover my face when the green vapor met the flames. 

A blinding flash and a loud crack of thunder shattered the air.  I braced myself for the blast of a huge explosion, but the opposite happened.  The alchemically charged green vapor caused the dome of flames to implode.

The immense Purple Fairy and the tiny Green Fairy settled to the ground, singed but unharmed.  I heard a long sustained grumble.  After a moment I realized that the sound was a low growl from the dragon.  Absinthe snorted and snuffled and the Purple Fairy continued to growl.  I gathered they had not yet settled their differences.

Glimmering green powder slowly drifted to the ground.  It settled on the two fairies, though they didn’t seem to realize it.  I stretched out my hand, watching as it dusted my palm.  Unexpectedly I felt content and happy.

“What is this shimmering powder?” I wanted to know.

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Drew Collins, Unsplash

“It’s residue,” Cornelis said with a shrug.  “It’s what was left of Absinthe’s defensive spray after it caused the flames to implode.  Have a care not to inhale the powder.  It’s not as potent as the concentrated absinthe vapors that Absinthe sprays, but it’s still intoxicating,” he cautioned.

Copper ran to the doorway, with Viola right behind.  The violet complected chimpanzee tried to grab the girl’s arm, but Copper was too quick.  Happily she stopped well away from the one horned cyclops Purple Fairy.

The sharp point of the dragon’s fat curved black onyx horn gleamed in the sunlight as the two fairies continued to make odd noises at one another.  However, they did seem calmer.  I thought I could see a bit of greenish dust on the black onyx horn.  I wondered if the powder had the same comforting effect on the fairies as it had on me.

“Don’t they like each other?” Copper asked.

“She’s his mate,” Cornelis said of the gigantic purple fae.  “They had a disagreement and both stormed off their separate ways.  Each was too stubborn to seek out the other.”

“You mean Absinthe was married to that big dragon?” Copper asked incredulously.

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“Well, that would have been quite an unusual courtship, wouldn’t it?” Cornelis began.  “However, Aubrieta — that’s the Purple Fairy’s name — she wasn’t always a dragon.  I’m not sure how Aubrieta wandered into this place.  However, something about the combination of her particular magic and the nature of this amethyst world transformed her.  Of course, that situation made it even less likely for them to patch up their differences,” the Dutchman added.

Cal Hicks cautiously stepped out of the laboratory building.  Cornelis assured him that all was well.  He sketched a bow toward the two fairies, but did not approach them.

“Lord of Alchemy, you named the Purple Fairy Aubrieta?” the amethyst ape asked and his mouth twitched and puckered.  “Aubrieta is a tiny purple flower,” he whispered but failed to completely suppress a soft chuckle.  “No offense.  It’s just that I enjoy the irony of a one eyed one horned gigantic fairy being named for a tiny flower,” Cal said.

The mannerly ape composed himself and became businesslike. 

“My family surely heard the commotion down at the main house.  That fireball was probably visible for quite some distance as well,” Cal reminded us.  “Since the effects of being too near their doppelgängers made young Copper and Lady Felicity so ill, I’m sure there is great merit to your assertion that bringing any of the two together would be dangerous indeed.”

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“I’ll take care of that,” Viola called out as she came around the corner of the building leading an aubergine coated horse.  “Swift and I might be long in the tooth,” Viola began and patted the horse.  “If Nate and his wife and Penny are faster than us, we’ll still meet them on the trail.  I can turn them back, or prevent them trying to come in the first place, whichever the case may be,” she said as Cal helped her onto the horse.

We watched as Viola left on horseback.  However, our attention quickly transferred to the fairies.  Absinthe made a series of consolatory sounding chirps.  Then he fluttered up and perched on the curve of the dragon’s black onyx horn.  Aubrieta rolled her single eye upward at the tiny green fae.

I thought she was coughing.  A puff of smoke came from her snout.  Absinthe started chirping happily and flew backward several feet from Aubrieta’s face so she could see him better.  The dragon’s mouth curved and I realized she was not coughing, but laughing.

With an awkward pucker, Aubrieta spat out what looked like a purple grape.  She breathed lavender smoke onto the grape.  Absinthe chittered encouragingly.  The grape grew and grew to the size of a house.  It continued to expand until it finally exploded into a purple mist.

Aubrieta was suddenly transformed into a winged purple skunk-looking fae as tiny as Absinthe.  She still had only one amber eye.  In her dragon form she had a fat curved black horn, but it was changed to a golden unicorn-like horn.

As the purple fog settled, dozens of big chimpanzees could be seen.  They had the coloring of our home, not the hues of the amethyst world.

First one or two, then most of the chimps realized their nakedness.  Clearly embarrassed, they tried to cover themselves and hide.  However, a few stood boldly and cheered that they had returned home.  When they saw the one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, they too scattered and ran away.

“Are those…?” I began but the power of speech left me.

“Those naughty chimps!” Copper exclaimed.

Cornelis Drebbel folded his arms across his chest in a self-satisfied posture.  “Aubrieta, the purple people eater, didn’t devour the chimps, or rather the folk of this place who were lost at the abandoned chapel we saw on the way here,” Cornelis explained.  “However, she was angry at the way she had been treated here, and she used her power to banish them.  They of course ended up in our world.”

“So the chimp who was gesticulating what looked like sign language for Daddy—” I started to ask a question but the Dutchman finished my sentence.

“That clever chimp had figured out that Calvin Hixon, Copper’s father in our world, was the doppelgänger of Cal Hicks here,” Cornelis said with a nod.

Copper moved to the amethyst ape and took his hand.  “Can you help us find my Daddy?” she asked him with wide imploring eyes.

Portuguese Silver Toothpick HolderI thought Cal would melt on the spot.  He doubtless would do anything possible to help the girl who was so much like his own daughter.  The only question was — could he.

As the chimps fled into the distance I saw that their fur was already turning various shades of purple.  That reminded me of the device that looked like a silver toothpick holder.  It was shaped like a little gazebo with a domed roof supported by columns.  Within was a crystal bird with wings outstretched.  Tiny holes in the rounded roof held toothpicks.

It was a measuring device; if the toothpicks started to turn lavender, it was a warning that we had been in the amethyst world too long.  If all the toothpicks turned purple we were in serious danger of being unable to return home.  Should the bird turn purple, it would be too late.

I quickly took the detector out of the Dutchman’s bag so I could examine it. 

The toothpicks were lavender!


Now that the army of naughty chimps has returned to their amethyst world, how does that effect the search for Copper’s missing father?  However, the meter device that detects the danger level of their exposure to that world has begun to turn lavender — a warning sign.  Will our trio be trapped forever in the strange land where everything is purple?

Please forgive me if I am not able to get to comments.  I love hearing from you.  It’s just that it’s a difficult time for me.  I value your support more than you can imagine. Between my back and my brain, I don’t know which is the most messed-up.  My back claims to be the winner of that contest, each time I carry something heavy (for me) up or down all these stairs!

I know it’s impossible to understand my problem.  I hoped that I could be not just on the road, but already there, long before now

Imagine sitting down in the driver’s seat of your car. Your sinuses are stuffy, but after a moment you can hardly breathe at all. Then your vision starts to blur, worse and worse until you cannot see at all.

Imagine the strong memory of falling on ice and being injured in a relatively new city, needing surgery, but not finding anyone who would agree to be the “responsible adult” that the hospital required before doing that surgery. 

Imagine being in your car, and a turn takes you somewhere you didn’t quite expect.  Your breathing gets shallow — and you remember all those things things above. Even though you know the way home, you wonder if you will get there before the blurred vision comes back.

Alone. Hurt. Panicked. Blind.  That’s what I face.  And that is why your encouragement is so valued. 🙂  

See you next time, my chuckaboos!


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71 thoughts on “Hidebound Hump Day — Cornelis Drebbel 33

  1. So sorry I haven’t been more, for want of a better word, present lately, dear Teagan, life has been throwing me curve balls and I’m a terrible catcher. So I decided to turn the tables on life and do something about it, with varying degrees of success, but it feels good anyway.
    You’ll get going when you can and you’ll be fantastic, at your own pace. 🙂
    Loved this and love Monk. Off to share because everyone needs to find themselves here, it all has such a cheering effect, you, your readers, Mary, everyone. I sigh with relief when here. 🙂
    Thank you and I hope this weekend treats you kindly, on or off the road (but not literally on the road, that would be very very very very very very very bad lol). 🙂
    Massive on the road again hugs xoxoxoxox

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    1. Donna, it’s wonderful to see you any time you have a moment. I’m sorry to hear about the curve balls. Yep — I’ve been in parallel with that for sure.
      I’m happy you are taking some kind of action. Yes, that does feel good, just to know you’re trying and moving forward at least a little.
      Thanks for visiting and for your encouragement. Hugs on the wing!


    1. Congrats, John. Thanks for letting me know you got there safely. You were in my thoughts. With the huge system going across the country this weekend, I’m aiming for Monday. I guess. I hate to say anything after postponing so many times…
      Mega hugs right back!

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  2. Teagan, my dear, you are in my thoughts and I am sending you light, love and the comfort of your Angels! Ask your Angels for help. They are there for you and they are real! I loved this segment and the scene between the dragon and skunk fae. It left me with a “happy ending” feeling. Hugs!!

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    1. Thanks Jan, that’s great feedback.
      Oh believe me, I keep calling on all angels. Some showed up for various things. Now I just need more to physically help me accomplish the road trip. Mega hugs right back.


  3. Never worry over comments dearest Teagan.. We do however worry over you.. So pleased TAKE CARE of you first and foremost.. And I am sending love on the Wing!.. Healing Energy Vibes to follow, and Mega Hugs to lift your Spirit..
    Love and Light my friend.. TRUST all will fall into place and I ask the Angels to fly by your side one on each Wing! Mirror…
    Love and Blessings dear Teagan. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  4. Such a wonderful chapter, Teagan.

    “my feet had taken me to the door before my common sense caught up with them.” Oh, how many times could I have used this line…

    I wish I have Cornelis’ power, I’d blow a breath and carry you and you car on your journey. Good luck getting on the road and arriving safely at your destination.

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    1. Dan, that is the nicest thing anyone could say for my journey. Thank you.
      The agoraphobia that gets worse rather than better, and I’ve pushed out my moving date so many times that it’s absurd. Now more snow here Friday, and a huge bad weather system across the eastern half of the country for the weekend. So I’m shooting for early next week. If I don’t get out now, I’ll be more afraid of tornadoes than snow. Trying to force myself to the service station, to make sure all the tires have enough air, and gas up the car. That would be one less stop for Crystal to have to endure.
      I don’t think I’ll be able to get Crystal’s carrier in and out of the car without hurting my back a lot more. (After she sliced her way out of the sturdiest “soft sided” one, I had to get the heavy hard kind.) So I’ll probably have no choice but to look for well lit, well populated rest areas, rather than hotels. Yes, I hear you already, but the body can’t do more than the body can do.
      I appreciate your great feedback on that line in the story. Mega hugs, my friend.

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  5. It sounds to me as if you need some of that shimmering powder, Teagan. And I hope those toothpicks don’t turn a darker shade of lavender.
    Take care of yourself, and never feel you have to apologise for not visiting and reading other blogs. Those of us who understand why you can’t visit will still be here when you’re good and ready to do so.
    Hugs to you

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  6. You have a wonderful imagination Teagan. As the story turns to love potions, I can’t help wish that you find a way to turn all your creativity, love, and whimsy into travel magic to help your journey. I know you have it in you. Hugs on purple-powered fairy wings….

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  7. Another lovely installment and I loved the transformation of Aubrieta from a dragon to a cute little fae creature. 🙂 I’m thinking of you Teagan with your trip coming up and how difficult this is for you. I think we are all putting a collective bubble of warmth, love, and kindness around you as you prepare and head out on your journey. ❤ Hugs

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  8. Clearly I had been overly optimistic thinking that you had already been on the road for a few days. The worst part (at least for me) of any large undertaking is the first step. I’m really hoping that once you get going, it won’t be so bad as you imagine.

    Great instalment to the story. I’m starting to feel that the pieces are starting to come together 🙂

    Good luck on your journey, Teagan. Your readers are with you in spirit every step of the way.

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    1. Thanks, Joanne. I really do appreciate the virtual support. While I sit to rest my back and have morning coffee, I thought I’d do at least one comment and yours was at the top of my inbox, so I couldn’t resist. It’s good to see you.
      I hope you’re right about the trip, but my back disagrees every time I carry a heavy bag of “trash” (stuff I can’t take with me) down all those stairs.
      Imagine sitting down in the driver’s seat of your car. Your sinuses are stuffy, but after a moment you can hardly breathe at all. Then your vision starts to blur, worse and worse until you cannot see at all. That’s what I face. That’s why your encouragement is so valued. 🙂
      I’m tickled that you enjoyed this chapter. It’s great feedback to know that you feel the pieces coming together. Thanks so much! Mega hugs.

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    1. Still extremely cold, Robbie. Silly me, thinking we were finished with temperatures down in the teens (F) I let my heavy coat go with the movers. And they’ll have my stuff for a month. LOL, thank goodness for modern heating! Thanks for your encouragement. Huge hugs.


  9. Hi Teagan, wishing you luck and happiness in your journey, hope everything will go smoothly. I’m so happy for Absinthe, he got his girlfriend back. Now…will time run out for our heroes? xxx

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        1. There is more snow in the forecast, but I don’t think it will amount to anything. However, we’ve had temps in the teens (F), and that has been enough to slow me down. (Although I don’t think my back could go any faster anyway.) Whether I am able to unload Crystal’s carrier for hotel stops is very doubtful. (I might have to stick to well lit, well populated rest areas.) So I was worried about the cold. It should be okay by the time I finish up and get on the road. More hugs!

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  10. Happy Hump Day Teagan. I hope you’ll get the show on the road soon. I wish I could fly over and make the journey with you. You might even feel quite normal and less messed up after a day or two in the car with me lol
    Huge hugs! xxxx

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    1. Ha! Thanks for making me chuckle, Christoph. I rather doubt that. If I don’t hurry and get all the pre-move work finished, I won’t be facing snow and ice, but tornadoes as i cross the country! Lately I feel like the Mr. Monk character with endless phobias from the old TV show. (Monk is described as “OCD” but he has a ton of phobias.)
      Heartfelt thanks for your encouragement. Mega hugs right back!

      (Mr. Monk in the Panic Room, Panicking)

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