Showing posts with label Chapter 263. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter 263. Show all posts

Friday, February 22, 2013

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 263





Chapter 263 

Motherhood 



Marduk’s hungry!” Orpha howled from the front bedroom. “Bring him their breakfast!”

“We caught all we had,” Hortence frowned, shambling down the hallway.  


She could barely see since Orpha attacked her on the night that Jenny was killed.  Only through one eye could Hortence see shapes and shadows...all of them still blurry.  She squinted as she walked.

“Then, go and find some more.” Orpha snarled.

"How'm I to do that?"  She moaned.  "With you leavin' me like I am, all I can do is feel around the rubbish."


"The price one must pay to feed the master."  Orpha smiled.

“Last few bit me.” Hortence snapped. “Can’t the thing drink milk like any other baby?”

“No!” Orpha bellowed. “He’s not any other baby! They’re special.”

“I should say so.” Hortence smirked.

Her smirk, however, was short-lived—wiped away by a sharp slap across the face with the back of Orpha’s hand as she lunged through the doorway.

“Never speak of them again.” Orpha shouted. “Now, go and get my child the rats that they like so.”

Hortence thought of shoving Orpha against the wall, but decided against it, knowing that the woman was unhinged and strong as an ox. Furthermore, being mostly blind, Hortence couldn't tell if she's even reach Orpha.  She nodded obediently.

“Where’s Eudora?” Orpha growled.

“Feeding the others.” Hortence whimpered.

“Is that Constance woman still here?”

“No, Miss.” Hortence replied softly.

“Good.” Orpha nodded. “Go about your work.”

Hortence began to retreat.

“And be quick about it!” Orpha shouted. Suddenly, she had a thought. “Wait!”

“What do ya want me to do, Miss? Get the two-headed master his feed or stand here?”

“Don’t start your insolence again. Before you go out, send Fern to me. She can amuse them until his breakfast arrives.”

“As you wish.” Hortence replied, just happy to be away from Orpha. She scuttled through the parlor into the dank kitchen, feeling her way.

Eudora looked up. “Quite a blot risin’ on your cheek. She hit ya again.”

“She did, the bitch.” Hortence whispered.  "Weren't it bad 'nough to take me sight?"

“You get along well enough.  What’s she shoutin’ ‘bout?” Eudora asked, not looking up from her task of shoveling some sort of mush into the mouth of her youngest child.

“Wants breakfast for it.” Hortence shivered.

“We’re out.” Eudora shrugged. “It’s gonna have to eat what the rest of us do.”

“No, no, the thing is special, says the cow. He needs his fresh meat. She wants me to go catch more.”

“Foul thing.”

“Which one.”

“Both o’ ‘em.” Eudora grumbled.

“You’re the one what brought her to us.”

“She came to me!” Eudora spat. “And, now’s not the time to start pointin’ fingers.” She sighed. “You’d best go ‘bout your huntin’, then.”

“I’ve a task first.” Hortence muttered. “She wants Fern to come and entertain it.”

“Fern?” Eudora looked up.

“Yeah…Fern.” Hortence nodded firmly.

“Fern…ain’t…”

“Where is she?” Hortence asked, looking around the kitchen.  She tried to take inventory of the other small, dirty faces which looked up at her, but she couldn't tell one from another--they were all just dim silhouettes--some of them Eudora's, and two of them belonging to Lady Lensdown.

Eudora was silent.

“Don’t tell me…” Hortence began.

Eudora blinked.

“You didn’t let her mother take her, did ya?” Hortence rasped. “Tell me you didn’t.”

“I didn’t know nothin’ bout it.” Eudora lied.

“Oh, yes you did.” Hortence snapped.

“What if I did?” Eudora replied defensively.

“She’ll kill ya, Orpha will!” Hortence exclaimed. “And, then, she’ll kill me!  You see what she's already done to me!”

“Keep your voice down, will ya!”

“You saw what she done to that girl…Jenny.”  Hortence sniffed.  "And, me eyes...me poor eyes.  They still bleed, Eudora.  They still burn.  But, I wager I'm lucky...Jenny...gone now.  Gone."

“I know.”

“That’s gonna be us.” Hortence whined. “You know that she thinks the monster likes Fern.”

“I know, I know.” Eudora mumbled.

“She sittin’ in there waitin’ for the girl. What am I to tell ‘er.”

Eudroa shook her head. “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought of it yet.”

“No?” Hortence barked. “You let Constance take the girl, but you didn’t think ‘bout after.”

“Listen, you.” Eudora warned. “I…I did what was best. You don’t have no babies. You don’t know what it’s like to…well, I just couldn’t let the woman leave without her girl. Motherhood, Hortence…”

“That don’t help us any.” Hortence sighed.

“Hortence!” Orpha’s voice could be heard from the front of the house.

“She’s gettin’ impatient.” Hortence trembled.

“Go get the rats, I’ll talk with ‘er.” Eudora said quickly.

“What’ll you tell ‘er?”

“I don’t know yet.” Eudora mumbled. “I’ll think o’ somethin’. Best you’re not here though. Just go.”

“She’ll kill ya.” Hortence shook her head. She looked up and squinted. “Someone’s knockin’ on the door.”

“I’ll wager it’s that ginger giant.” Eudora nodded.

“Who is she, anyway? That American…”

“Whoever she is, she’s gonna help us bide our time. You can count on it.” Eudora answered.



Did you miss Chapters 1-262? If so, you can read them here. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 264 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square.



Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Punch's Cousin, Chapter 263

I don’t know to what you’re referin’, Miss Evangeline.” Arthur mumbled.


“Don’t you?” Iolanthe rose from Ulrika’s bed and walked past Arthur to Gerard, pressing her body against the man’s chest. She purred in his ear. “Have you got the diamond, Gerry?”

Gerard squeaked and looked at Arthur who grimaced at him.

Iolanthe wrapped her arms around Gerard’s waist.

“I won’t be angry, if you tell me the truth,” Iolanthe cooed, running her fingers up and down Gerard’s back.

“I ain’t got it, Miss.” Gerard whispered.

“But, Arthur does?” Iolanthe hissed in his ear.

“Yes, Miss.” Gerard grunted.

“Gerry!” Arthur spat.

“You’ve done well, Gerry.” Iolanthe withdrew herself from the man who shifted his weight uncomfortably.

“You can see that the man’s simple, Iolanthe.” Arthur said quickly.

“I ain’t!” Gerard growled.

“No, he ain’t.” Iolanthe chuckled. “He’s smarter than you, Arthur.”

“Just give the lady the diamond, Artie.” Gerard urged, “And, then we can get the Hell out of here. We can go somewhere else. We got lots of places we can go.”

“No.” Arthur replied curtly. “Listen, Iolanthe, this ain’t your diamond any more than it’s mine or was it Ulrika’s.”

“Your point?” Iolanthe raised her eyebrows.

“See, Artie promised to give it back to the Duke of Fallbridge.” Gerard replied.

“Did he?” Iolanthe laughed.

Arthur sighed.

“Well, ‘Artie,’ I’d hate for you to break your promise to the Duke though I must say I’m surprised by your sudden loyalty to your brother-in-law—the very same man you’ve tried on several occasions to kill.”

“It ain’t charity nor kindness, Miss.” Gerard said. “His Grace is gonna help us.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Arthur snapped.

“I don’t know, Artie, she just makes me want to talk.” Gerard answered nervously.

“Among other things.” Iolanthe teased.

“I’m gonna keep this promise, Iolanthe.” Arthur said defensively.

“Oh, I think you should. I won’t prevent you.”

“You won’t?” Arthur said suspiciously, raising one eyebrow.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Why not?” Arthur grumbled.

“Now, now, “Artie,’” Iolanthe said mockingly. “Can’t you conceive of the fact that I’ve changed? Perhaps my time in prison has had a sobering effect on me.”

“Not likely.” Arthur chuckled.

“Well, then, perhaps I have promises of my own to keep.” Iolanthe hissed.

“That’s more like it.” Arthur frowned.

“Now, run off and give your treasure to His Grace, the Duke of Fallbridge. I’m sure he’ll be most pleased to have it back.” Iolanthe wiggled a gloved finger at Arthur.

“What ‘bout her?” Gerard pointed to Ulrika.

“Leave her to me.” Iolanthe grinned. “I have everything under control. I always do and I don’t want you thinkin’ that I don’t.”

Meanwhile, in their bedroom in the borrowed house on Royal Street, Julian sighed as he settled back onto the bed. “I’m groggy.”

“You’ve been given a strong sedative.” Robert said gently.

“Thank you for that.” Julian nodded. “You gave me a chance to sort things out.”

“Julian, I’m proud of you.” Robert beamed.

“For?” Julian tilted his head to one side.

“For your bravery.”

“Hardly.” Julian shook his head.

“Really? My dear Julian, for the first time since I’ve known you, you just expressed true genuine emotion beyond your usual pleasant disposition. You’re learning to feel again. That takes true bravery.”

“I’ve never considered it in those terms before.” Julian smiled slightly.

“Of course you haven’t.” Robert nodded. “You’re too modest.” Robert grinned as Julian’s eyelids grew heavy.

“Sleep now.” Robert said.

“We’ve so much to do.” Julian replied.

“It can wait for half an hour.” Robert answered. “I’d like to check on Fuller anyway. And, I’ve got to see about Marjani, my brother and your sister. Then, we’ll deal with Adrienne and little Colin.”

“A brief nap would be helpful.” Julian yawned.

“Rest.” Robert stood up and walked to the door. “I’ll come for you shortly.”

“Thank you,” Julian lay back in the bed.

Julian shut his eyes and sighed. Within minutes, his body slept as he returned to the little, hidden room inside of himself.

There, he saw Mr. Punch sitting on the floor holding what appeared to be a puppet.

“Dear Punch,” Julian said heartily. “However did you get a puppet in here?”

“Ain’t a puppet, Master!” Punch said cheerfully. “It’s Mr. Scaramouche!” Punch held the figure up by its collar and it wiggled and squirmed like a puppy.

“I say,” Julian’s eyes widened. “It is. How…”

“You done it, Master.” Mr. Punch laughed. “Now, what should we do with him?”



Did you miss Chapters 1-262? If so, you can read them here.