Showing posts with label Chapter 222. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter 222. Show all posts

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 222




Chapter 222 

As Good a Time as Any 



“I heard walkin’ ‘round out there.” Punch said as Robert came into his bedchamber. “Were it you?”

“In part,” Robert smiled. “Don’t worry, my dear. Everything is as it should be.”

“Good.” Punch sighed, lying back on the bed.

“Charles was just going in to visit with Gerard.” Robert continued.

“But…”

“Speaight is watching the entry hall.” Robert interrupted with a wink.

“Oh.” Punch nodded. “As long as someone’s keepin’ watch.”

“Charles looked a little rattled,” Robert explained. “I told him I didn’t mind if he went up to spend some time with Gerard.”

“Poor man,” Punch shook his head, propping himself up on an elbow. “He’s been doin’ too much. Even with Georgie’s help.”

“I don’t think it was fatigue.” Robert squinted thoughtfully. “He looked as if there was something weighing on his thoughts.”

“He’s sensitive though he tries not to show it, he does.” Punch nodded.

“The other footsteps you heard were likely mine. I went to kiss Colin goodnight.”

“How’s our boy?”

“Sleeping quite soundly.” Robert smiled. “Gamilla’s watching him. I told her to get some sleep. She seems so thrilled with her room in the nursery.”

“I ‘s’pect she is.” Punch grinned. He chuckled.

“Yes?” Robert asked.

“I was just thinkin’, ain’t it too bad that it ain’t really Christmas?” he gestured toward their “Christmas tree” with his chin.

“Rather.” Robert nodded.

“Then, we could tell Gamilla to leave little toys and such for Colin and we could tell him that Father Christmas came for ‘im.”

“By the time Christmas comes, our Colin will be better able to appreciate the notion of Father Christmas.”

Punch sighed. “True. But, then, I could give you a present, too.”

“Oh? Well, I wouldn’t mind that. What have you got for me?” Robert laughed.

“Nothin’.” Punch sank back onto the bed.

The two laughed.

“You’re present enough for me, dear Punch.”

“Gonna have to be.” Punch chuckled. He rolled over. “And, then, see, it would be a New Year and such. Eighteen hundred fifty-four.”

“It’ll be here before you know it.”

“Imagine,” Punch continued his chatter. “It won’t be long before our Colin is a man himself. Maybe he’ll marry.”

“Perhaps he will.” Robert nodded.

“Or maybe he’ll be like us.”

“Maybe. Only time will tell.”

“Do ya think he’ll have babies?” Punch asked.

“Who could say?” Robert shrugged. “Did you ever think you’d have a son?”

“Well, chum, I never thought I’d be livin’ life this long. Remember, I’m newer than Julian.”

“Still.” Robert smiled.

“I reckon I never did think of it.” Punch admitted. “Maybe Colin will take in a child like we done. I’d like to think he would. He’ll be the tenth Duke of Fallbridge, you know.”

“I know.”

“Maybe he’ll give us an eleventh, and so on.”

“We shall just have to see.”

“He could take care of us when we’re old.” Punch continued.

“That would be pleasant.” Robert replied as he climbed into bed. “However, dear Punch, we have quite awhile before we must worry about it.”

Punch nodded. “Still, it’s be nice if we could have a new year now—just to rid ourselves of all the old rubbish and trouble.”

“Chaos doesn’t fade when the calendar changes.” Robert answered, settling in next to Punch.

“No.” Punch answered softly.

“Cecil, when he and I were quite young, always looked forward to the changing of the year.” Robert began. “I imagined that it was because he was anticipating something grand to happen when the date changed.”

“Is that so?”

“No. He confessed to me…I imagine I was about ten years of age at the time…”

“He was what? Fifteen?”

“Thereabout.” Robert replied, “He told me that it wasn’t so much that he was anticipating a renaissance, but that he liked to have the chance to celebrate all that he—that we—had survived.”

Punch smiled. “That sounds like Cecil.” He put his head on Robert’s shoulder. “I guess we don’t need a special day to do that.”

“No. We can do that whenever we wish.” Robert answered.

“How ‘bout now, Chum?”

“As good a time as any other.” Robert winked.



Did you miss Chapters 1-221? If so, you can read them here. 


I’ll be taking a brief hiatus over the holiday, so the next chapter will be available on January 3, 2013. 

Happy New Year!




Friday, April 15, 2011

Punch's Cousin, Chapter 222

“I suppose this means you’ve decided on your price.” Robert grumbled at Iolanthe.


“Yes,” Iolanthe smiled unctuously. “We have.”

“Did the two of ya witches set aside your differences?” Mr. Punch asked.

“Oh, yes. We’ve come to quite a satisfactory conclusion to our little tiff.” Iolanthe nodded with false enthusiasm. “Haven’t we, Ulrika?”

Ulrika smiled stiffly. “You could say that.”

“Your Grace,” Iolanthe cooed. “I’ve recently come into a very exquisite and rare diamond. Do you think you could set it for me? You are a jeweler. Aren’t you?”

“Partly.” Mr. Punch said. “Is that what you’ve come to ask for?”

“Hardly.” Iolanthe chuckled. She withdrew a piece of neatly folded yellow paper from her pocketbook. “To whom should I give this?” She grinned mischievously. “The doctor has all the brains, but the puppet man has all the gold.”

“Give it here,” Punch snatched the page from her hand and unfolded it. “Coo!” He whistled as he read it. “Here, you ain’t serious with this?”

“Deadly.” Ulrika winked.

Punch handed the paper to Robert who looked at it as his cheeks flushed and he began to sweat. With a voice that shook as much as his hands, Robert exclaimed. “This is an outrage!”

“So is stealin’ a baby.” Iolanthe shrugged.

“Why don’t the two of you talk about it for a few minutes,” Ulrika purred.

“We’ll do just that,” Robert said, taking Punch by the arm and leading him to the corner of the room.

“This is not just money she wants,” Robert whispered. “It’s blood!”

“What can we do ‘bout it?” Punch asked frantically.

“Why hasn’t Marjani come?” Robert said softly. “Everything is at sixes and sevens. We’re off schedule. She was to be here before those to women arrived.”

“I think we should carry on as we planned.” Punch said.

“Without Marjani here, we don’t have our witness.” Robert argued softly.

“I don’t think we got another choice,” Mr. Punch whispered.

Meanwhile, at the house on Royal Street, Marie Laveau was growling at Marjani. “You done tried my patience too many times, Woman.”

“Do your worst.” Marjani said. “I ain’t afraid of you. I’d rather be left to rot on a shelf than have to align myself with the likes of you. If you’re gonna kill me, go on and do it. But, just know. If you do, you’re gonna get more than you bargained for. You think I got some kind of power now? Just wait ‘til I’m dead.”

From her apron, Marie produced a pair of scissors and lunged toward Marjani.

Marjani did not flinch, nor scream, but stood as still as a statue as she heard the metal of the scissors scrape together.



Did you miss Chapters 1-221? If so, you can read them here.