Tuesday, March 19, 2013

the awakening of a silly girl - 3. franz

by victorine de valois

illustrated by danny delacroix and eddie el greco

editorial consultant: Prof. Dan Leo

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dora was filled with an overwhelming foreboding as she walked up the steps of the administration building with adelaide, and they approached the massive doors.

"have you ever been here before?" she asked adelaide.

"yes, i came here to get my servant's papers when i first started to work." dora pushed at the right hand door, and it swung open easily and noiselessly.

they stepped into a surprisingly small foyer. there were no signs or signs of life in it, just another set of doors, made mostly of impenetrably dark glass.

the front door swung closed smoothy behind them, shutting out the morning light and leaving them in shadow, with only a little dust-moted light coming through the glass doors, which adelaide now pushed open. they did not open quite as smoothly as the first set of doors had.

a narrow staircase loomed in front of them. corridors on either side of the staircase faded away into long rows of closed doors with small glass panes and smaller brass name plates. there were no people in sight.

"i seem to remember, " said adelaide, "that it was a little more lively when i was here before. at least there was someone you could ask directions of."

they heard a voice behind them. "looking for directions, missus? i would be happy to assist you."

dora and adelaide turned. a ragged little person with a bat-like face looked up at them, with his thumbs hooked aggressively in his vest. it was not clear to them whether he was a small boy or a midget.

adelaide stared down at him. "are you here in an official capacity? your dress would indicate to me that you are not."

"no, missus, i am not. i am an independent operator."

adelaide looked around and down one of the corridors. "are there no officials here to guide us? when i was last here there seemed to be an abundance of such personages."

"ah, but you must have been here in the old days, missus. things have changed. this is the modern age now, and you have independent operators such as myself to deal with."

"you do not say. tell me, have things changed so much that there is no longer a marriage bureau in the building, where this young lady can obtain a license for her scheduled nuptials?"

"well as to that, missus, i couldn't say. i couldn't rightly say. there may be a marriage bureau and there may not. but i can help you look for it. for a price, of course."

adelaide laughed. "for a price! i think not. come, dora, we will find our own way. who knows, the marriage bureau may be just around the corner."

"it is easy to get lost in here, missus - "

"stop calling me missus. it is fraulein, or mademoiselle , if you please."

"that's as may be, miss - fraulein, but everything has its price. why, i daresay i could get a good price for you, and an even better one for the young lady here, if i were to offer you to the turk - "

"what sort of talk is that!" and adelaide smacked the little person on his ear, causing him to shout in a manner to echo down the corridors.

"here, what is all this? what is going on here?" a tall, gaunt figure emerged from the gloom of the corridor behind the would-be guide. an old man with bags under his eyes and wearing a gray suit that looked even older than himself looked down at the guide and then at adelaide.

"this creature has insulted us, " adelaide replied evenly. "tell me, are you in charge here, sir?"

"i am in charge of what i am in charge of," the old man replied.

"well then, can you direct us to the marriage bureau?"

"i am afraid that is not at all my responsibility or my function. our friend franz here is quite a good guide, you could do worse than retain him, especially as there seem to be no others about."

"i am afraid your franz has insulted us, insulted us most grievously." adelaide glared at franz, who was still rubbing his head with a piteous expression on his face.

"well, his manners might not pass muster at the court of the kaiserin or the empress eugenie, but he can take you where you want to go - or at least make an honest effort."

"an honest effort!"

"who can do ought else?"

"he talked of selling us to the turk! what sort of talk is that?"

"the turk pays in honest coin, mademoiselle, not in this damnable paper money."

"do you know," adelaide replied. "i think we have had quite enough of this place, which is not at all as i remembered it - "

"all things change, mademoiselle," the old man answered. "this is the modern age."

"no doubt. but i think we shall take our leave, and ponder the ramifications of modernity in more congenial surroundings."

at this franz laughed, and the old man shook his head sorrowfully. "i am afraid you have come about your business, mademoiselle, now you must go about your business."

"really? are you saying we may not leave?"

"no, you may not. what sort of business would it be, if people came to do their business, and then did not do their business? i ask you."

"and if i were to push or pull at the doors behind me?"

"they would not open."

"i see. and if we find the marriage bureau and - do our business, as you so forthrightly put it, then the doors will open?"

"they will indeed, though perhaps without the sound of trumpets."

"i see." adelaide looked up the staircase. "well then, i think we will try the upper floors first. perhaps we shall find a little more light up there."

"as you wish, mademoiselle. but i tell you you are making a mistake not hiring a guide."

"we will take our chances. may i ask your name, sir?"

"certainly. it is manfred, herr manfred. my office is first on the right, in the corridor behind me. drop by, if you like, on your way out, and give me an account of your adventures. they might prove amusing."

at this franz gave a surprisingly hearty laugh, which caused dora to shudder.

"so, " said adelaide to herr manfred, "you are in charge after all, sir."

"i am in charge of what i am in charge of. no more and no less."

4. the staircase

Friday, March 1, 2013

the witches - 3. a digression and a dream

by rosalind montmorency-st winifred

illustrated by rhoda penmarq and roy dismas

editorial consultant: Prof. Dan Leo

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there are perhaps no subjects which have so exercised the imagination of fearful humanity, and about which so much has been written, and so little known, as witches and witchcraft. those learned authorities who have pondered and studied the subjects, and discoursed and written on them at length, begin by disagreeing, in the most extreme manner, on the extent that they have ever existed.

the learned friar h-------------, resident scholar of the abbey of p----------, in the century of otto the great, averred confidently, not only that witchcraft has existed in all human societies since adam and eve were banished from the garden, but that as many as seventy-five percent of all eve's daughters have been initiates of the dark arts since that event (an event the culpability for which he ascribes entirely to adam's unfortunate helpmate).

the modern reader, heir to what he perceives as centuries of "enlightenment", will no doubt smile at the monk's conclusions, and might smile even more, if he were to take the time to peruse his arguments, derived about equally from scripture and from the recorded lives of such heroes as alexander and charlemagne.

the most opposite, and most aggressively argued opposite view is found, somewhat surprisingly, not in the most recent scholarship, which tends to the view that belief at least fostered some attempt to justify the beliefs, but from the perhaps unjustifiably obscure writings of the erudite abbess s------------, a contemporary of gervase of tilbury and rudolf von ems, who took the stance that the very notion of the black arts was a canard to be ascribed to the sages of the early christian era, particularly the "pagans" who sought to question the validity of the new society coming into being under the twin aegises of the church fathers, and constantine and his imperial successors. a modern reader, thinking from my description to find a kindred spirit in this learned lady, should be forewarned that no small part of her arguments derive from the study of astrology, which was just then beginning to be reintroduced into europe from the moorish world.

i have briefly sketched the two most opposing views. the most notable aspect of the cacaphony of intermediate views may not be their divergence or their multitudiousness, but their dispersion over the whole terrain of recorded human existence. the witch is young or old, a woman of the country or the town or the forest or the desert, the woman in the next cottage or the follower in the train of the invading army, she is in possession of the most terrifying powers or the most trivial, but she is everywhere, or somewhere, in every time.

the ferocious were-wolf, the insatiable vampire, the ghastly zombie, and the dread leopard-man, among others, have had their local fear and fame in various corners of the globe and odd stretches on the track of time, but perhaps only the ghost can rival the witch in the lore and belief of all peoples and eras.

in conclusion it must be noted, that in this as in so many other subjects, the most confirmed skeptics often pass by in silent contempt, not deigning to spend their allotted time on earth arguing beliefs that seem to them beneath notice.


reader, we apologize for this digression, which says both too much and too little. the dust emanating from the corners of our library has no doubt affected our brain and caused us to imagine ourself possessing some little authority on this elusive subject.

we return to our story, where we left the old soldier probus on the dark road in quest of father propertius, whom he sought in order to administer the last rites to his old master barentius.

the laughter of the three women he had encountered faded away behind him as he hurried down the road to mother ariana's, where he hoped to find the cleric. if not there, he would have to try the church, where the priest would surely be asleep.

as he hurried his aged frame along as best he could, guilt and fear went back and forth in his mind like wind and waves.

guilt - at having fallen asleep by the side of the road, thereby endangering his chance of finding father propertius in time to give barentius the last consolations - perhaps putting the very soul of barentius in jeopardy?

fear - of the three women behind him , who had answered exactly to the most common description of witches - one young and beautiful, two old and wizened - the third indeed, old beyond description.

the fear gradually overcame the guilt. he had difficulty imagining his masters soul but the three witches had been there before him - they could have reached out and touched him!

was that their laughter - the laughter, in particular, of the young one - that he still heard?

no, it was only the wind in the trees.

suddenly he remembered the dream he had had before awakening.

he had been walking alone down a dark road much like this one - or was it the road to the capital city - or the road to heaven - or the road back to the forest where he had been born?

unlike this road, though, it had had a light at the end of it - a light now golden, now red, blazing brightly, but without lighting up the darkness around it. and without growing larger or smaller as he approached.

in the dream he passed a dark building made of rain. and the rain spoke to him in a language he did not understand.

he passed another building on the opposite side of the road. the building was made of wind, and it laughed at him.

he came to a third building, low and round, on the same side of the road as the first, made of blue flame. and the blue flame spoke one word to him -

the word was blown away by the wind.

the light in the distance went out.

three forms appeared on the road before him.

and then he had awakened.

or had he?

was he dreaming now?

the three women - had he really seen them?

or just dreamed them?

in the center of the dark road, in the shadows beside it -

what did he see now?

and did he hear laughter?

4. celia