Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 342

Chapter 342:
The Bargain


"He said what?"  Orpha bellowed, grabbing Marduk from Ulrika with her one hand and placing him in his bassinet.

"The doctor said that Marduk was going to die, that he was riddled with diseases and that his heart wasn't strong enough to support...two bodies.   He said Marduk is two children somehow fused together...and, really, this is the most ridiculously and insulting part...that, well, really, I just can't even say it."

"Say it, you bitch!"  Orpha snapped.

"That Marduk is mortal."

"Moral?"  Orpha howled.  "Mortal!"

"That he would die and that it was our fault."

"Is that so?"  Orpha narrowed her eyes.

"He went on and one about what we were feeding Marduk and how we have weakened him."  Ulrika continued.  "Really, just nonsense."

"You didn't tell him, did you?  You didn't actually tell the man what we feed Marduk?"

"Orpha, really.  Do you think that I was going to say that the boy has had a steady diet of rats and his own father?"

"Of course not."  Orpha muttered.  "I'm sorry.  Just thinking about that man makes my blood boil."

"Really?"  Ulrika's eyes widened.  "What a delicious thought."

"To say that our beautiful Marduk is mortal.  He'll pay for that."  Orpha growled.  "Still," she turned to look at the conjoined twins.  "He has been weakened.  I think we must make another sacrifice to The Fifty.  That will renew his strength!"

"Oh, how lovely."  Ulrika clapped her hands.  "Who shall it be?  Maybe that grizzly servant...Donnan."

"No, he's of no consequence.  It must be someone whose death will cause great sorrow."

"Giovanni!"  Ulrika volutneered.  "I'll gladly give you Giovanni."

"Thank you, dear, but I don't think so.  You'd miss him, of course.  But, I think you'd also enjoy it too much."

"True."  Ulrika nodded.

"It must be someone for whom tears will be shed.  The agony will fuel Marduk."

"Fern?"

"No."  Orpha shook her head.  "No one likes her.  Besides, we need her for Marduk's bride."

"Someone for whom tears will be shed?  I can't think of anyone readily available."

"Preferably a woman."  Orpha continued.  "The last few have been men.  It's nice to have variety, don't you think?"

"A woman..."  Ulrika pondered.  "Oh!  What about the Duke's sister?  He'd be absolutely prostrate with grief.  He actually seems fond of the woman.  Really, can you imagine?"

"Nothing would give me more pleasure than to kill Ellen Barrett for all the trouble she's given me.  However, I must confess, that by giving me her name, she allowed me the freedom to find my brother to sire Marduk.  As you would say, sacrificing her would be, 'delicious,' but it's best that we have no personal connection to the individual."

"You're so wise."  Ulrika grinned.  She snapped her fingers.  "The African!"

"The Duke's girl?"

"Yes, what's her name?"

"Gamilla."  Orpha smiled.  "A perfect idea."

"According to Fern, the woman is to be married to the doctor's valet."

"Yes, yes, I know.  He's the bastard who took my hand."  Orpha grunted.

"Oh, of course, dear."  

"Is the marriage nigh?"  Orpha asked.

"In fact, I think the wedding is this week.  The loss of her would be utterly, wonderfully tragic.  Think of it, Orpha.  Marduk would surely improve, feeding upon the tears of the bereft groom-to-be, the  pair of mandrakes, all those simpering servants, even...even their infant son."

"All the more tragic if we were to do it on the day she's to be married."  Orpha chuckled.

"Oh, Orpha."  Ulrika sighed contentedly.  "I must confess my utter admiration for you, my dear.  You're just perfection, really."

"You're too kind."  Orpha waved her stump.  "I'm just a mother wanting to do the best by her son."


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Punch’s Cousin, Chapter 342

Marjani rushed forward.

“Stop that woman!” Marie screamed.

Several of the people in the writhing crowd turned and grabbed for Marjani, but she still managed to reach Mr. Punch’s side.

“Giovanni!” Marie Laveau belched furiously. “Restrain her!”

Giovanni Iantosca nervously looked up from where he knelt beside his unconscious brother, Charles.

“Do it or I’ll make sure that your brother’s blood will be spilt for the last time!”

Giovanni rose and staggered toward Marjani, grabbing her by the shoulders.

“Forgive me,” He whispered in Marjani’s ear.

“Only God done got that power now.” Marjani spat. “Let me go. Look at him!” She pointed to Mr. Punch who continued to thrash madly on the ground, ranting in Mr. Scaramouche’s voice. “He needs me.”

Still, Giovanni did not release his grasp.

Marie Laveau walked by Marjani and smiled at her. “So, the Elegant Ogress and the red-headed harlot betrayed me, did they? I’m not surprised. Their loyalty is like smoke. It gathers and fades with the changing of the wind.” Marie brushed her fingers against Marjani’s cheek. “Where will the wind carry you?”

“I ain’t carried by nothin’ but love.” Marjani said firmly. “And, I don’t got no love for you, Marie Laveau.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Marie smiled, rubbing her stomach. “I fear you.”

“You should.” Marjani growled.

“You have a power that I don’t quite understand. I don’t think you’re aware of how powerful you really are.”

“I know what God has put me here to do.”

“It ain’t God that put you here, Woman!” Marie cackled. “It was me. I’m your god now! Your power is mine. On this night, all power is mine.” She pointed toward Mr. Punch. “Even his.” Looking at Giovanni, Marie narrowed her eyes, “Hold her.”

With that, Marie Laveau sauntered over to Mr. Punch and tapped him with her foot.

“Your Grace?” Marie laughed. “There’s nothing particularly graceful about you right now, is there?”

“Let me go!” Punch screamed, or, more accurately, Mr. Scaramouche—who had since taken control of the body—screamed. “I’ll make all of you suffer! I won’t be treated like this! You won’t take my freedom!”

“I’ll take whatever I damn well please.” Marie snarled. “But, I do want you to be comfortable, Your Grace.”

‘Thieves! Liars!” Scaramouche continued to shriek.

“I understand you like to hit people on the head.” Marie knelt down.

“That’s Punch!” Scaramouche answered shrilly.

“Well, whoever it is, he looks like you, and I want you to be happy.” Marie grinned. Marie reached over and picked up a rock from the side of the bonfire. The heat of it felt good in her hand and she shivered with excitement.

“What’s she doin?” Marjani howled as she watched Marie raise the stone above her head.

From within their shared body, Mr. Punch screamed. “Master! I knew this weren’t a good idea! Scaramouche only made it worse, he did!”

“It is done, now, Mr. Punch.” Julian said softly from Punch’s side in the room that only they could see.

As the rock struck the head of their shared body, neither Punch nor Julian felt anything. It seems that Scaramouche absorbed all of the pain.

However, their phantom room filled with darkness.

“Master?” Punch said, hoping to hear Julian’s voice in response. But, Julian did not respond. Julian had left Punch’s side.

Elsewhere in their shared body, in an opulent drawing room of his own imagination, Julian bowed his head. “Your Majesty,” he said with deep sincerity. “It is my honor to serve you.”



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