Showing posts with label Chapter 267. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 267




Chapter 267 
When They Smile 



Isn’t it a perfect morning, really?” Ulrika Rittenhouse grinned as Eudora Stover opened the door.

Eudora nodded.

“I’m here for Miss Polk, of course.” Ulrika pushed past Eudora.

“Miss Polk is in there.” Eudora pointed.

Ulrika turned toward the door to the front bedroom, but paused as a curious look passed across her face. “What’s your name?” She asked.

“Eudora.”

“What an unusual name. What does it mean?”

“Dunno,” Eudora shrugged.

“We must find out, really.” Ulrika winked. “Tell me, Eudora…are you the mother of Fern?”

“No.” Eudora shook her head.

“Ah, well, is the girl’s mother still here? Miss Polk informed me last night that one of you women was Fern’s mother.”

“No, Miss.” Eudora replied, trying to let her nervousness show. “Like Miss Polk wanted, Fern’s mother has left.”

“Good!” Ulrika chirped. “Really, it’s for the best. Bring the girl to us in a few moments. Will you? I’d like to see her.”

“Miss…”

“Really,” Ulrika snapped, her cheerfulness spent. “Do as I say. That’s your position here!”

“Miss, this is me own house. Orpha and her…child…are guests here. I ain’t a servant to no one, ‘specially not you.”

Ulrika took Eudora firmly by the arm. “Maybe so, but you are a servant to Marduk! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss.” Eudora whimpered.

Ulrika released her. “Now, do as I say.”

“Yes, Miss.”

With a theatrical sweep of her arms, Ulrika turned from Eudora and opened the door to Orpha’s room as Eudora skittered away.

“There’s our messiah and his cherished mother.” Ulrika said grandly.

Orpha beamed. “Good morning.”

“Have our little mouths been fed yet this morning?” Ulrika asked.

“No…” Orpha sighed. “I don’t know what’s taking them so long. They’re hungry, and, if he doesn’t get his breakfast on time, they can become quite irritable. Well, one of him, at least.”

“Poor darling.” Ulrika pouted. “Shall I press upon your women?”

“No.” Orpha shook her head. “Thank you, but they’ve got their orders. I’ve sent Hortence to fetch more nourishment for Marduk.”

“Hortence?” Ulrika smiled. “Is she the one you blinded?”

“Yes.” Orpha nodded. “It seems I didn’t do a complete enough job of it. She can still see a bit from one eye.”

“Well, really, my dear, you can’t be expected to do everything.” Ulrika shook her head. “You’re too, too important, really. That’s why I’ve come here with a little scheme.”

“Oh?”

“Clearly you’re not being cared for properly here.” Ulrika looked around the room. “And, really, the place is disgustingly dirty. You and the messiah should be living in luxury. So, I’d like to take you from here.”

“Miss Rittenhouse…”

“Ulrika, really, please.”

“Ulrika, you’re so generous.”

“I know.” Ulrika responded. “And, I’ve just found the perfect place. The lease has only just become available, in fact. Just this morning. My dear, dear Giovanni, while taking his morning walk, heard of the suicide of a lady. As she’s no heirs, speculation is that the house will be disposed of very quickly. It’s quite possible that I could have you moved by month’s end. And, it’s a grand place, too. Also, very convenient.”

“Where is it?”

“Belgrave Square.” Ulrika’s eyes sparkled. “Just a few doors away from the Duke of Fallbridge.”

Orpha narrowed her eyes.

“I thought you’d be pleased, really.” Ulrika scowled.

“Oh, I am, Ulrika. Did you happen to learn the name of the woman who committed suicide?”

“Hamon or something…”

“Hamish?” Orpha asked.

“Yes, that’s it.” Ulrika nodded. “Lady Hamish.”

Orpha chuckled loudly.

“Are you familiar with the woman?” Ulrika asked.

“You could say so.” Orpha smiled. “She’s Fern’s mother.”

“Oh! How splendid. You see, my dear? Really, it’s Marduk’s doing. So young and already they’re so powerful! And, won’t it be grand for the bride-to-be to be able to live in her own home again? Furthermore, we won’t have to worry about interference from the mother. It’s perfection!”

“So, you intend to take Fern with us?”

“Certainly.”

“What of the other two? Marduk’s half-siblings.”

“Well, you say their mother is…unexceptional. So, no, we won’t need them. Furthermore, it seems that Fern will be perfect. So, I suppose we can return them to their mother. Unless…unless, of course, you’d planned something for them. Sacrifice, perhaps.”

“No, no. They were simply another means of attracting the attention of their father, my brother.”

“Well, then, we can be rid of them. Fern’s the only one who matters. She’ll see to it that our Marduk will live forever.”

“In Belgrave Square…” Orpha smiled.

“I won’t let the lease get away from us. I’m sure it will take some time, but, really, I’ve ways of hurrying things along. Of course, I’ll be staying there with you as will Giovanni. You’ll like him.”

“I’m sure.”

“And, just think,” Ulrika winked. “We’ll be the Duke’s neighbors. Won’t that be lovely?”

“Ideally.”

“My dear, you’ll have everything you deserve as the mother of Marduk. I shall see to it. Everything you ever wanted! Really. Even the Duke’s coffers of gold.”

“I am your servant.” Orpha bowed her head.

“No, my dear. I’m yours!” Ulrika cooed. “However, speaking of servants…where’s Marduk’s breakfast? Look at his faces! You can see he’s hungry. Furthermore, I asked for the girl…Fern…to be brought to us. I’d like to meet her.”

Just then, Eudora entered the room followed by Hortence who held onto Eudora’s apron strings to guide her.

Eudora carried a basket from which angry squeaks arose.

“Oh…I do love when they’re fresh.” Orpha smiled.

“We only found two.” Eudora muttered.

“Now, you may bring Fern to us.” Orpha nodded. “Did you hear? Lady Constance has taken her own life!”

Eudora’s face fell. “No, I didn’t know. How can you be sure?”

“I told her.” Ulrika interrupted. “And, I’m always sure. Now, go and fetch the girl.”

“I can’t.” Eudora replied.

“Don’t.” Hortence whispered.

“Don’t what?” Orpha frowned. “What have you to say, Eudora?”

“Seems, Miss, when Lady Constance left in the night, she musta taken Fern with her. We can’t find her nowhere.”

Orpha yowled, grabbing the basket of rats from Eudora’s hand. “How could you let this happen? You slut! You imbecile!”

“I can’t watch everything all the time! There’s a houseful o’ children and…”

“Silence!” Orpha screamed. “You let it happen. You conspired against me. Against my lovely monster. You know where she is. Where’s the girl?”

“With her mother, I would have thought.” Eudora spat.

“Her mother is dead.”

“And, I hope the girl’s dead, too. Anything would be better than bein’ tied to that thing!” She pointed at Marduk.

“For God’s sake, Eudora…” Hortence pleaded quietly from behind Eudora. “Don’t make it worse.”

“I’m sick and tired of bein’ ordered about in me own house. All you told me was false, you bitch. You promised me I’d be rewarded should I help ya, but all I got was that beast in me house and treated like a maid. And, me friend…maimed like she is! I want you outta me house, Orpha!”

“I shall be soon enough.” Orpha replied coldly. “But, not until Fern is returned to me.”

“Why’d I do that? Well? I ain’t gonna take that poor child back to this ‘orror!”

“You are.” Orpha smiled wickedly.

“You think so?” Eudora challenged her.

“This is delicious.” Ulrika squealed, sitting back in her chair.

“If you don’t, I’ll feed your own children to Marduk, little bit by little bit…and make you watch.”

“My children are safe.” Eudora smirked. “Their auntie’s just come to take them where you’ll never find them. Furthermore, she’s takin’ them two of Lady Lensdown’s back to their mum.”

“Then, I’ll…” Orpha began.

“Really, if I may…” Ulrika interrupted.

“Of course.” Orpha grunted.

“What do ya think you can do, American?” Eudora snorted. “I ain’t got nothin’ you can take from me now. There’s nothin’ what I got what I care ‘bout now that me babies is safe. Even if you take me own life…I don’t care.”

“I’m glad to know it,” Ulrika smiled, opening her reticule and removing a small dagger. “Now, smile for me. I always like when they smile.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-266 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square? If so, you can read them here. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 268.






Saturday, June 11, 2011

Punch's Cousin, Chapter 267

Iolanthe smiled. “You are somethin’, you ginger beast.”


“Get me some water, will you?” Ulrika croaked.

“In a minute.” Iolanthe shook her head. “How’d you manage it?”

“What?” Ulrika groaned.

“Givin’ those two the fake diamond?”

“A footman and a sailor? What do they know of diamonds? That fake was almost good enough to fool you. I paid enough for the thing, I’m just glad to know it got some use.” Ulrika coughed.

“You know, I have never given you enough credit,” Iolanthe sighed.

“No.” Ulrika rasped.

“Probably because I hate you so much.” Iolanthe grinned.

“Water,” Ulrika insisted.

“I can give you somethin’ better than water.”

“I doubt that.” Ulrika tried to get out of the bed on her own, stumbling backward.

“Oh, here.” Iolanthe walked over to the dresser and poured a glass of water for Ulrika. “Since you won’t stop talking about it.”

She forcefully handed the glass to Ulrika who gulped the liquid greedily.

“Not very lady like.”

Ulrika swallowed, cleared her throat and scowled. “I’m sure you were the picture of the perfect lady in prison.”

“Oh, you are fiery.” Iolanthe sighed. “That’s why I want you to work for me.”

“We’ve discussed this before, and I have no intention of being one of your whores. I’m a lady. I come from one of the wealthiest families in the South. What possible reason could I have to need to work for you?”

“Not as one of my girls—though I’m sure I could get a fine price for you.” Iolanthe winked. “I have other business interests than just the trade of flesh.”

“Likely.” Ulrika frowned.

“As I’ve already made clear, I detest you, and I know you have no special fondness for me. Yet, fate somehow keeps bringing us together. Maybe it’s a sign that we…”

“A sign?” Ulrika sputtered. “The loathsome Elegant Ogress believes in signs?”

“I believe in many things.” Iolanthe said.

“Get out of here,” Ulrika lay back on the bed again. “My head is spinning.”

“Don’t you even want to know why I’ve come here in the first place?” Iolanthe asked.

“Not especially.” Ulrika croaked.

“After I’ve just saved you from being murdered, you don’t even want to know what’s brought me here?”

Ulrika grunted. “Obviously, you wormed your way out of prison after they found out that the Duke and the doctor aren’t dead. You came here looking for revenge for the fact that I just left you there to rot and you want your child—who is being looked after downstairs— and the diamond that you think you’re owed.”

Iolanthe squinted. “Well, yes, that’s about it.”

“Now, why don’t you go collect your child and leave me to suffer in peace?” Ulrika said.

“And let Arthur get away with what he’s done?” Iolanthe shook her head.

“What’s it to you?” Ulrika sighed. “Really, I’m not bothered by Arthur.”

“He tried to kill you.” Iolanthe laughed.

“He didn’t get away with it.” Ulrika shrugged. “And, frankly, he didn’t do anything that I wouldn’t have done myself.”

“Listen to me Ulrika,” Iolanthe glowered. “You still want to get rid of the Duke, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I have even more reason to want to make that aristocratic lunatic suffer than you have. Not only him, but his sister and his companions. Together, you and I can rid ourselves of many problems.”

Ulrika smiled.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Iolanthe said firmly.

“There’s only one thing that I want from you.” Ulrika chuckled.

“Do tell,” Iolanthe smired.

“I want you to admit that you need me.”’

Meanwhile, Cecil watched as Robert gently knocked on Julian’s door. Receiving no answer, Robert opened it slowly and peaked into the room.

“Julian?” Robert whispered. “Mr. Punch?”

Cecil and Robert walked over to the bed and peered at Julian’s slumbering body.

“Which one of them will wale up?” Cecil asked.

“Who knows?” Robert shrugged. “I just hope it’s not that insufferable Scaramouche.”

“It ain’t.” Mr. Punch muttered as Julian’s eyes fluttered open.

“Ah, dear Punch,” Robert smiled. “You’ve returned.”

“Thanks to you.” Punch sat up stiffly. “Here, that Scaramouche made the body sore.”

“And, how is Scaramouche?” Cecil asked.

“Tiny, like a little angry monkey.” Punch grinned. “He’s runnin’ ‘round in there.”

“So, Julian managed to take the wind from his discontented sails?” Cecil asked.

“’Spose he did.” Punch nodded.

“Mr. Punch?” Robert asked. “Do you think it’s possible to call upon Julian for a moment?”

“Why?” Punch asked.

“We need him to look at this.” Cecil held up the “diamond.”

“That hunk of glass? Here, what for?” Punch tilted his head to one side.

“You know it’s glass?” Robert smiled.

“”Course.” Punch shrugged. “Don’t forget, Chum, the real diamond was in me puppet head for many years. Now, don’t think I’d know it from a hunk of glass? Coo, who gave you that?”

“Arthur.” Robert sighed.

“He got it from Ulrika Rittenhouse.” Cecil added.

“Don’t care where he got it!” Mr. Punch grumbled. “It’s just a hunk of glass! Where’s the rogue now?”

“In the back parlor.” Robert replied.

“He ain’t seen Barbara yet?” Punch asked.

“Well, yes. He’s down there with her now.” Cecil responded.

“You left him with Barbara?” Punch got out of bed. “We got to get down there!”



Did you miss Chapters 1-266? If so, you can read them here. Come back on June 13, 2011 for Chapter 268 of Punch's Cousin