Showing posts with label the invitation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the invitation. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

the invitation - 4. a confrontation

by celine de courtot

illustrated by roy dismas and eddie el greco

editorial consultant: Prof. Dan Leo

click here for previous chapter of the invitation

click here to begin the invitation

click here to begin the 14th princess








the rain picked up again, as jeanette went to get the tea.

the comtesse continued to sleep on the sofa.

"does my aunt fall asleep often?", eugenie asked jeanette, when she returned.

jeanette set the tea tray down in front of eugenie and poured her a cup. "oh, yes, mademoiselle. she keeps no regular hours, and is liable to sleep at any time and in any position. and she is quite adamant that she not be awakened, lest some beautiful dream be interrupted."

"really? and suppose that she fell asleep on the floor?"


jeanette hesitated. "i have never known that to happen. madame is always comfortable when she falls asleep. madame is almost always comfortable."

"i am sure." eugenie took a sip of tea, which, as before, was good though a little too hot for her taste. "well, sit down, jeanette, and make yourself comfortable. are you enjoying my story so far?"

"oh, yes, mademoiselle, very much so! i would very much like to hear more, if mademoiselle is amenable to doing so."

eugenie smiled at jeanette. "i believe i heard you say you liked stories with bold heroines."

"yes indeed, mademoiselle, i think that is the most important thing. it is all very well if the princess in a story is beautiful and that she live happily ever after, but the important thing is that she be bold! boldness above all! " jeanette flushed slightly after this declaration.

"very well, then, let us continue…"

***


there comes a time in the life of all creatures when only an act of pure will can save them from the onrushing waters of reality…

such a moment had come … and i say come, for all moments come like thieves in the night … for the princess.

she had threatened to summon the guard to arrest the obsterpreperous new lord chamberlain, b-------, who had threatened to marry her off to a stranger.

lord b-------- had laughed and told her to summon the guard, expressing his confidence that they would obey him, not her, and arrest her…

there was nothing else for it.


there was a small bell on a table beside the door of lord b---------'s chamber.

the princess rose from her high chair and walked over to the table.

lord b------- smiled, a smile meant to convey weary amusement and a tolerant ruefulness.

the princess picked the bell up. she used such bells every day, as they were in every room of the castle, placed there to summon servants, guards or soldiers.

the bell did not feel right.

she shook it and it made no sound.

behind her lord b------ laughed.

suddenly the door opened and three guards entered, with three soldiers right behind them. the guards brandished long pikes, the soldiers had swords at their sides.


the princess pointed at the lord chamberlain. "i order you to arrest that man."

they stood motionless in the doorway.

the princess did not recognize any of their faces. this was surprising, as she was surrounded by guards day and night, and was often called upon to attend long, boring ceremonies attended by soldiers.

the princess looked right at them and repeated, "i order you to arrest that man."

the guards and soldiers made no response to her command and as the princess opened her mouth to command them a third time their faces dissolved, leaving them all featureless.

the princess turned to look at the lord chamberlain.

he had turned into an alligator, or a dragon.

but before she had time to decide exactly what sort of beast he was, he resumed his former shape, and smiled pleasantly at her.

"you see, my dear princess, what you are up against."


"yes," she replied, "i see you have enlisted against me the same powers which have for so long enslaved my poor mother."

lord b…….. spread his hands in a stage magician's gesture. "i would not put it that way exactly. but…..".

"if you are not yourself the iniquitous power which conspires against us."

"i! oh, dear no. i am only a servant, only a servant. as we all are."

"i see you are a philosopher, as well as a humble servant of malevolence."


lord b------ only smiled. "be as that it may, do you consent to marry the prince of w-----?

"i do not."

lord b------- sighed. "i thought as much. well, the negotiations with the kingdom of w----- have not been completed. we will discuss this later, if and when they are completed. perhaps tomorrow, perhaps " he picked a piece of paper up from the table in front of the divan. "you may go."

"i may go! it is not your place to dismiss me, sir, but mine to dismiss you if i please!"

this time lord b------- did not profess to laugh. "come, princess, must you be idiotic as well as obstinate? go. just go. what do you think this whole encounter has been about, if not to demonstrate that it is i who hold power over you, rather than the reverse. be thankful i do not have you whipped - though i may yet."

"oh!" the princess whirled and faced the guards.

they stared at her impassively.

they had faces again - the faces of dogs, cats, and insects.

"the guards will escort you back to your chamber," the lord chamberlain declared, from behind the princess's back.

***


eugenie paused in her recitation, and took a sip of the tea, which had cooled to a degree more to her liking.

"good heavens," cried jeanette, "this is a fine set of affairs indeed! i do hope everything turns out well."

"if it does not," eugenie answered with a smile, "it will not be for want of resolve on the part of our heroine."

"eh, what was that?" the comtesse had suddenly awakened.

"i was continuing the tale i had begun, aunt," eugenie answered. "would you like me to retrace the elements of it that you missed? i hope, by the way, that you had a pleasant dream while you were absent from our company?"

the comtesse looked out the window at the rain for about ten seconds before answering. "i am afraid i don't remember one thing about the story you were telling. as for my dream, it was most unpleasant but overflowing with possible significance. i insist upon telling it to you in minute detail."


"why, aunt, that sounds quite delightful, " eugenie answered.

"and am i, madame, to be privileged to hear of it also?" enquired jeanette with a hopeful smile. but whether she was hopeful of hearing it or not hearing it, eugenie could not determine.

"why, of course, of course, " the comtesse replied. "but first i will require some sustenance, to get my strength up. get me a strawberry crumpet, if you please, jeanette."

"but, madame, there is one on the tray right in front of you."

"oh, yes, yes, i see it now. but get me another, if you please. one can never have enough strawberry crumpets."

"of course, madame. right away, madame."


to be continued



Saturday, December 1, 2012

the invitation - 3. the tarantula

by celine de courtot

illustrated by roy dismas and rhoda penmarq

editorial consultant: Prof. Dan Leo

click here to begin the invitation

click here to begin the 14th princess








eugenie took a sip of the tea which the comtesse had poured for her. she found it excellent, though a little hot for her liking.

"before we go on, aunt, let me say that although you may find the details of my story to be of little interest to you, the upshot of it may be."

"oh? and what might that be?"

"that i am being hunted by the police of eight continents."

"oh, the police never come here. nobody comes here."

"but what if they did?"

the comtesse shrugged. "i suppose we will find out when they come. and find out how much they want. i assume you have enough for a reasonable bribe."


"actually i do not. i do not have anything - except the proverbial clothes on my back. and besides, if bribes were all it took, i would not be here."

"why?" the comtesse took a sip of her tea.

"why? because i am being hunted by police who can not be bribed."

"pooh! in that case, why were they hired in the first place?"

"i did not hire them myself."

"but surely you have connections to the people who did."

eugenie smiled politely. although she was wanted by the police of eight continents for her activities as a bomb-tossing anarchist, she never forgot her good breeding. she chose her words carefully.



"i am not sure that i do. i am not sure that anybody has connections to inspector macgougal of the special squad. except perhaps the crowned heads of europe and asia. in any case he has a reputation for being quite above bribes."

the comtesse did not reply, but turned and looked out the window. the day was darkening. after a while she said, "how long did you plan on staying here?"

"as long as i am not intruding, dear aunt."

"oh in that case, stay as long as you like."

"that is very generous, dear aunt. i don't know how to thank you."

the comtesse looked out the window again and suppressed a yawn. "you can thank me by amusing me. did you say something about telling me a story?"

"of course. i would be happy to tell you a story. what kind of story would you like?"

"i am not some kind of monster, i like the kind of stories everybody likes - stories about beautiful young princesss who live happily ever after."

the comtesse looked up as jeanette, the maid, entered the room.


"is everything satisfactory, madame?"

"more or less. you have come at an opportune time, jeanette, mademoiselle here is going to tell a story. you enjoy stories."

"oh, yes, madame, very much."

"then make yourself comfortable. i trust you are not too busy to do so."

"oh no, madame. thank you, madame, you are too kind."

"and what sort of stories do you like?", eugenie asked jeanette.

"oh, i am not a monster, i like stories about beautiful and bold young heroines who live happily ever after."

"very well, then." eugenie fortified herself with another swallow of the hot tea. "let us begin then. " she put the teacup down.

"once upon a time there was a beautiful young princess. she lived in a faraway castle on the edge of a faraway sea. but although the castle was far away , it was not far enough away to shield it from the intrigues and turmoils of the world.

some years before, the princess's mother, the queen, had had a spell placed on her by a wandering magician and been turned into a tarantula. a series of lord chamberlains had made every effort to apprehend the magician - or discover whose employ, if any, he had been in - but at the point at which our story begins, they had had no success.

the tarantula, meanwhile, was kept in a comfortable, airy and well lit room in a strategic part of the castle, where a specially trained retinue of servants kept it well fed and well groomed. the former servants and attendants of the queen had all been arrested on suspicion of complicity with the wandering magician, and were languishing in a dungeon deep beneath the castle.



the princess was permitted to visit the tarantula every day. she brought it little treats from the castle's excellent bakery, such as blueberry scones or strawberry cakes, of which it was especially fond.

one morning as the princess was returning to her chambers from a visit to the tarantula she was informed by one of the palace guards that the lord chamberlain wished to see her.

the princess had seen numerous lord chamberlains come and go and she had grown accustomed to their often whimsical and arbitrary ways. some were cold and dignified and concerned only with matters of grave import, others given to retailing little jokes and stories meant to amuse her, although the princess had a sensitive and romantic nature and was not so easily amused. one particularly jovial fellow had made a habit of pinching her cheeks - he was the only one she had personally had removed.

none of the lord chamberlains had ever changed the furniture or decor of the lord chamberlain's chambers - a spartan suite of rooms within easy distance of the dungeons.

'yet another one,' thought the princess without surprise as an unfamiliar face looked up at her from the divan in the innermost sanctum of the chambers. the new lord chamberlain - a self satisfied looking individual neither old nor young - rose with what she regarded as an unseemly lack of alacrity and bowed, none too deeply.

'we meet again, your highness.'



'again? i do not recall having had the honor.'

'your highness was but a child on our previous encounter. '

'then no doubt it passed pleasantly enough. please, be seated, sir.'

the princess seated herself in the high chair reserved for her use.

the lord chamberlain smiled. 'my name is b------. i am sure we will have a pleasant relationship. hopefully not too long as your parent will no doubt be restored to her former condition. the full resources of the kingdom are even now being tasked to bring about that happy conclusion. and - i am happy to say we have enlisted the cooperation of a number of other kingdoms and principalities in the effort.'

'the supposed cooperation.'

'of course. what else would you have?'

'thank you, my lord, for this information. had you anything else for me today?'

'oh, yes. more, much more. very important matters indeed - matters directly concerning your self.'

'and what might those be?'


the lord chamberlain rubbed his hands together. 'these are difficult and dangerous times. in times such as these it becomes imperative - imperative - that we forge strong alliances with such of our neighbors as - as we can forge strong alliances with. do you understand what i am saying?'

'get to the point, please , sir.'

'very well. negotiations have been begun to have you marry the prince of w---------.'

the princess laughed. "i am sorry, sir. perhaps you have not yet had time to read the memoranda i am sure your numerous predecessors have left behind. i have made it as clear as possible that i will not be party to any such proceedings.'

'i am aware that your highness has indeed made known her feelings on the subject. hitherto there has been no reason to press the point or to be so rude as to offer any contradiction. but now the time has come - the time has come.'

'i will marry whom i please - if at all.'

'no doubt this comes as a shock. but surely your royal highness has always known this day would come.'


' i have two younger sisters. i can not speak for them - but they might be more amenable to your plans.'

'the prince of w------- would regard it as an insult to be offered a younger sister. besides, it is you who are heir to the throne.'

'i have made it clear - i will renounce my claim to the throne, if necessary.'

'i am sorry but that is not an option. but there is no hurry. take an evening to think about it - in the morning all will be clearer.'

'i will tell you what i will take an evening to think about - having you thrown into the dungeon and replaced.'

'oh? i do not think so, mademoiselle. it is i who will have you put away, if it comes to that.'

'i will call the guard now. they will obey me.'


'do you think so? call them - we shall find out'. "

eugenie paused, and picked up her cup of tea.

the comtesse had fallen asleep. behind her the windows were washed with the returning rain.

jeanette was sitting up in her chair attentively. "shall i continue?'" eugenie asked her.

"oh, by all means, mademoiselle. if you please. would you like some more tea?"




4. a confrontation


Thursday, August 9, 2012

the invitation - 2. eugenie

by celine de courtot

illustrated by rhoda penmarq and roy dismas

special thanks to Prof. Dan Leo for his editing efforts

click here to begin the invitation

click here to begin the 14th princess















the storm of the night had abated, but dark clouds still held sway in the sky when babette, the housekeeper, approached the comtesse, who was staring out the front window at the leaves and branches scattered on the wet grounds.

"i am going to the village now, madame. the storm looks as if may return, and i would like to go and return before it does."

"i am sure you know best, babette."

"would madame like me to obtain anything extra, for our guest?"

"who is, i assume, still asleep?"



"jeanette and arette tell me she is still in her room."

"and who has, therefore, given no indication that she wants anything to eat at all."

"arette said she looked healthy enough when she arrived. i assume she has at least a normal appetite."

"maybe she is a werewolf. in that case she will no doubt feed herself."

"madame is pleased to be droll."



"her appearance seemed to partake somewhat of the miraculous and mysterious to me. jeanette was skeptical. what do you think?"

"the mysterious is quite outside my purview, madame. as to the supplies from the village..."

"oh, use your own judgment. for one or two days i don't suppose she will bankrupt us. if she wakes up and wants a whole roast oxen for her lunch, we can always send one of the boys out to find one, eh?"

"indeed, madame." babette took her leave. the comtesse continued to look at the window and through the trees at the darkening sky. presently babette appeared on the path, accompanied by one of the kitchen maids with a basket on her arm.



"excuse me madam, " a squeaky little voice behind her interrupted the comtesse's reverie. she turned and saw the young maid referred to by the other servants as "little margaret" with her hands clenched nervously in front of her. behind her, in the wide doorway of the drawing room, stood a woman of about thirty years, of medium height and haughty bearing, wearing a plain blue dress.

"good morning," the woman entered the room and smiled placidly at the comtesse.



"good morning to you."

"as you may or may not know, comtesse, i am eugenie fox-cuthbert, the daughter of your sister zorine, of blessed memory."

"ah, zorine. i have little memory of zorine, and less of anyone ever blessing her memory."

the comtesse noticed little margaret staring at her. "you may go, margaret - unless mademoiselle has some need of you? "

"oh no, no."

"have you had breakfast?"

"i was offered it. i declined."

"some tea, perhaps?"

"why not?"

the comtesse nodded to margaret. "find william or jeanette - in whatever cozy corner they are dozing - and have some tea sent."



margaret hastened off. the comtesse gestured to eugenie to be seated, and sat down herself.

"these servants! they are bad enough in civilization, but here in the primeval forest they are beyond description. but you, mademoiselle - i understand you arrived without a servant?"

"i did."

"how curious. did you have one that died or decamped on your journey here?"

"no, nothing like that." eugenie smiled.

the comtesse stared at her guest. "and the young woman given to you - she is satisfactory?"



"i have no complaint. but i would as soon do without a servant, if it is all the same to you."

"but it is all the same to me. i find such an attitude shocking - ineffably shocking."

eugenie leaned back and smiled. "then i will make such use of her as i can. please, let us say no more about it."

"before we go further, mademoiselle, may i ask you a question?"

"of course. ask me anything. i realize how i am imposing on you, and answering your questions is the least i can do."

"well then - are you a vampire, or a werewolf?"




"i see these deeply sylvan surroundings have an effect on the imagination."

"that is as may be. but are you, in fact, any sort of supernatural being?"

"i am afraid not. you may rest easy on that. "

"i have another question. how did you find me?"

"quite by accident. one of my colleagues, a reporter for the paris - "

"you consort with journalists? how disgusting. but, please, go on - "

"my colleague, a reporter for the paris something or other -"

"that was the name it, the something or other?_"



"no, it had a name, i can't remember it, call it the paris flower of a day. it was one of those little journals that spring up around some particular cause or issue, then disappear."

"and the cause was - "

"the trial of some anarchist colleagues of ours. we were always on trial, it was what we did."

"ah, so you were an anarchist. how dreary. "

eugenie smiled politely. "so my colleague was filling up the ages of the paper - and one way that he did this was to buy the cheapest, most obscure and forgotten books he could find in second hand bookstalls, and rewrite little passages from them as stories -"



the comtesse shook her head. "i am afraid i am not following you. ah, here is jeanette with our tea. thank you, jeanette, it is good of you to take the time to serve
us."

"i dozed off, madame. i am not as young as i once was."

"ah, mademoiselle. you see what i have to put up with. please go, jeanette, i will pour the tea myself."

jeanette departed.

"please go on, my dear, with your boring story."

"well, aunt, if this story bores you, perhaps i can tell you another one."






3. the tarantula

Thursday, July 26, 2012

the invitation - 1. the castle

click here to begin the 14th princess






"well, here we are together again, duck." her eyes widened. "but under such circumstances! what a situation!"

"yes, yes indeed. i tried to give you some idea in my letters, but i had to be circumspect. of course you got all the official correspondance, like the rest of the girls."

"oh, yes. we have a year to write a novel, of what - about 130,000 words? that shouldn't be too difficult - if we have nothing else to do all day."

"actually it is 133,225 words. we can discuss all that later."

"and it is to be about what - anything i choose?"

"yes, my dear - you - you can write just about anything you like. you see, your theme - picked by lottery - is "universal" -

"ha ha! yes, i guess that is just about anything."



"and i was able to save it for you."

"oh my dear, and how did you do that?"

miss prue picked up the two pieces of folded paper in front of her. "my little scheme
wasn't foolproof but it worked. i put just a smidgin of clear glue on these papers and stuck them to the bottom of the hats they picked from. of course one of them could still have picked one or both but they didn't."

"my, such a trickster."

"i had a good teacher."





the invitation

by celine de courtot

illustrated by rhoda penmarq , roy dismas and konrad kraus

special thanks to Prof. Dan Leo for his editing efforts








the comtesse souvine de x----------- had been forgotten for years, following a scandal which had itself been long forgotten. she had lived alone, with only nine or ten servants, in a castle in the eastern marshes which she had inherited from a barely known cousin of her mother. so it was with some surprise, and a small tremor of anticipation, that she received the news one morning from her personal maid, that a visitor - a woman no longer quite young - had arrived the evening before, claiming to be a niece.

"and this person gave her name?"

"i am sure she did, madame, but you know i can never remember names so i did not enquire after hers. i am sure william can enlighten you on that score."



"and she was placed where?"

"arette told me that william put her in the west tower, and assigned little margaret to her."

"assigned little margaret to her? surely she had her own servant?"

"apparently not, madame. she arrived without one."

"i hardly know what to think. and william accepted her claim to be my niece?"



"i think he will leave it to you to decide who she is. it was very late, and we all know madame does not like to be disturbed."

"no... no, of course not. it is very curious."

"will madame go downstairs at her usual time?"

"of course. why would i not?"

"and of course there is no guarantee that the young woman will arise any time soon."

"young woman? i thought you described her as 'no longer quite young'"

"madame is so particular. and so quick to notice the most minute discrepancies in the most innocently intended statements. i would describe her as neither young nor old - perhaps young but mature for her years. "

"so you saw this person yourself?"

"indeed i did."



"and she arrived when?"

"just after midnight."

"and you were up and about?"

"oh yes, i had been awakened by the most frightful storm."

"it did not awaken me."

"madam always sleeps soundly."

"i should hope so. i should hope no one gives me cause to do otherwise." the countess got up and walked to her window. it was day, but there was no sign of either sun or rain. "a frightful storm, you say?"



"oh, yes, madame. the wind howled, the trees bent, the rain beat on the windows, and all that. it was nasty."

"and this purported niece of mine - she had arrived in a carriage?"

"i assume she did. she would have been in a sorry state had she been walking through the forest."

"but you did not see the carriage?"

"no. but william probably did. or the stable boy."



"and the young - or mature young woman - or whatever she is - she was dressed in a style that gave confidence that she was of the class she professed to be?"

"she carried herself like a duchess, i can say that. as for style, both you and i have been so long away from the centers of such things that i am sure i can have no reference or opinion on the subject."

"bah. i will always know good taste when i see it."

"then no more need be said."

"and despite the raging storm, this person did not have a hair or thread out of place, is that what you are saying?"

"that is what i said. what is madame implying?"

"do you think a supernatural agency might be at work?"

" you mean do i think the young woman is a werewolf or a vampire or a demon? ah - no. i do not entertain such possibilities."

the countess smiled, and turned from the window. "you are still the skeptic, jeanette. twenty years here in this dark and brooding forest have left no mark on you."

"none at all. i am still the child raised by freethinkers in the shadow of the pantheon. my poor parents spent their lives handing out leaflets in the parc montsouris. if madame wants stories of goblins and werewolves there are women in the village, old and young, who could surely oblige her."



"come, jeanette, it is too early in the morning for your lectures. but, who knows, our mysterious guest might enjoy such tales . perhaps you should seek out one of these local sibyls - it might provide our guest - and ourselves - some amusement."

"if madame wishes."

"well, enough of this for now. come, let us get me dressed. after all, it is just another day."




2. eugenie