From Camp, day 3

I must confess I’ve been somewhat unsettled since the theft of the red-framed mirror yesterday and its rather grisly conclusion. Mr. M did indeed make advances, which I repulsed pointedly. There was a satisfactory amount of blood to show for my “honor’s” sake — and we will pause here to let the roaring laughter of Veilgarden’s finest subside — but not so much it threatened his ability to perform the duties for which he’d been hired. I was not privy to the later conversation he had with his wife. I can only assume from her warm attitude that she’s come to the correct conclusion about what didn’t transpire last night.

Dear Doctor James scolded me for the same stubborn impetuousness he’s been on about since I was a girl. I got cross with him, as I am not that girl any longer. He’s on the southern ridge of this valley today, working in the heat. I do hope he takes care of himself, as I’ve yet had no chance to apologize and mend our quarrel.

As a consequence I’ve spent most of this day left to my own devices and have been fighting off boredom with every breath. I read some of the book I’d brought — Dante’s Paradiso, after having finished the copy of Inferno I found on my nightstand after that stay at the Royal Bethlehem. I’ve fine-tuned my aetheric communicator and was briefly able to visit my townhouse in Fallen London, just long enough really to look at the cards and invitations which are accumulating. It quickly made me melancholy, however, so I shut it down and went for a walk. Alone. Mr. Madison, it turns out, was the only one who wasn’t worried about me and didn’t raise a fuss about my activities.

It would appear our discourse resolved any lingering doubts he might have had about my ability to take care of myself.

I think I like him better now.

Ah, clouds have covered the sun, the entire valley has cooled. There might be rain, I’d best offer to help prepare the camp for it.

Only two more days and nights, delicious friends. I’m eager to see you all once again.

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2 Comments

  1. Theodor said,

    July 11, 2010 at 10:44 am

    Dear Ms Fawkes,

    Your recounting of the episode with the red-framed mirror has unsettled me, as well, and — is this strange? — I find myself relieved to hear it shattered, though not without sorrow for the native who took it. And I am relieved that whatever possessed him did not take possession of you; it may have been a cursed or haunted object. I have witnessed such objects in effect. If you should like to discuss it further upon your return, I will make myself available to you.

    I confess that I know what it is like to be anxious for someone who has nevertheless been proven capable of taking care of himself. That said: take care, as I am certain you can.

    Faithfully,
    Theodor Gylden

  2. Merri said,

    July 11, 2010 at 11:36 am

    Dear Mr. Gylden,

    Thank you for your concern. After having lived through the episode I can confirm the concern was and is warranted. The consequences have left a pall on the remainder of our expedition which has been troublesome to dispel.

    After my return I shall happily schedule an evening with you to tell you all I know of the artifact and what transpired concerning it. Even now the events do not rest easily in my mind.

    Yours sincerely,
    Merriwether Fawkes


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