As a sort of Last Hurrah for
The Scarlet-Gypsy Song, I thought I would give you some of my favorite bits from the past few weeks. I've been writing like mad--Thursday I wrote over 4,000 words. Enjoy these last few pretties from my dark-haired child! :)
Darby squeezed his
fists where they were tied behind his back, feeling that somehow it helped him
to think clearer. A clumsy movement beside him brought round a faint hope.
Peter Quickenhelm! If Darby could only get Peter to be the object of the
panther’s attention for a moment, he might have a chance to slip away. After
all, wasn’t it a well-known zoological fact that panthers would stop and gobble
whatever you dropped behind you? At least that’s how they told it in the
books—that’s why people escaping from panthers often arrived to safety wearing
no shoes or hat or jacket or—sometimes—anything at all. Yes. It was an
applauded tactic in the old world. Perhaps beasts were similar here.
Darby drove his heel
into Peter’s side—hard.
“Ow—whatsermatter?”
Darby took this to
mean “what’s the matter” and since it also meant that Peter had regained
consciousness, he smiled to himself and kicked again.
-The Scarlet-Gypsy Song
“Adoniram—you simply
can’t be letting Darby and Bertram go to battle—you can’t. It’s…it’s…indecent!
If it was happening in London someone would call the Agency.”
The pen stopped. The
head rose. The eyes glared. “My love—it is not
happening in London. There has not been a battle in the streets of the Capital
since the time of your grandfather. Therefore, I would greatly appreciate your
silence and a cup of tea. Miss Woodruff—er, Lady Cecelia. Would you be so good
as to teach my wife the proper way to do it?”
Mrs. Macefield
fluffed her skirt and pursed her lips. “I am certainly capable of making a cup
of tea, Adoniram.”
“Doubtless. Nevertheless, the need of tea is imminent and
one or the other of you must make it, or I’m afraid the boys will be done for.
You’ve no idea what a horrid business it is, writing a battle. I’ve no more
idea of what happens in a battle than…than a cockroach does! There are only so
many synonyms for ‘hack’ and ‘thrust’ and ‘parry,’ you know. They’ve been
hacking and thrusting and parrying for several chapters now and I feel quite
exhausted for them.”
-Ibid.
Diccon shifted and
gave a smile that was both shy and roguish. “In faith, my little sister, you
showed yourself a bit of a vixen.”
Adelaide laughed and curtsied with an arch pursing of her
lips. “A fox caught in a trap is never
over-careful of her manners.
-Ibid.
Darby hugged Diccon a
bit tighter and shrugged. “I’m fine—I was just wondering if this daft plan
would work.”
“Catching the panther
in his lair, you mean?”
“Right.” Darby felt
Diccon’s muscles rippling under his shirt, and it inspired him a bit of manly
courage. “ ‘Course I’m not scared—I’d just think Growlbeard would be too smart
for this sort of trick.”
Diccon laughed. “He is a clever beast, but a cat all the
same—likes naps in the sunshine and doing his dirty deeds by night. Coming upon
him like this in the full light of the morning—we’re like as not to catch him.
-Ibid.
Darkness, punctured
with the honey-gold globes of lamplight, filled the banqueting hall. Echoes of
that feast before the battle still seemed to whisper in the corners, discussing
this new, half-somber celebration. On the dais the King sat, Lord Diccon Quarry
at his left hand—Captain Sparrow’s seat at his right empty, as is the custom
when a beloved man has died. The Macefield children fanned out on either
hand—even the babies—and waited in silence.
For it was silent in the hall—very silent, with a warm sense
of expectation that was curiously in keeping with the gold-stitched gloaming of
the hall. Lad, Dear-Heart, and Agnes waited like kindly wraiths in the deeper
shadows at the end of the table.
-Ibid.
“Oh, Diccon,” she whispered to herself. She had not thought
he was by. She had not meant for him to hear those sorrowful words, but his
rough hand closed around hers a moment later and she looked up to see him
beside her. He did not look at her, and he did not speak, but his hand held
hers and she knew all was right.
-Ibid.
Tears ran down
Adelaide’s cheeks and blurred the sight of the king’s noble face, pooling it
together with the shimmering, honey-colored globes. She tried to stop her tears
but it was no use. This fierce ache was familiar somehow, and she had to weep. Why was it familiar?
Adelaide could not say, but as she mused on the king’s words it came to her. He
had said it was The End…this feeling was that of turning the last page of a
splendid book, only magnified and heightened and altogether unbearable.
Adelaide sobbed once, and it thrummed through the hush of the hall, startling
her into silence again.
Diccon put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. He
leaned over and put his mouth close to her ear. “There now, sister-mine. We are
only parted by the cover of a book. When you miss me—or any of us—too too much, you have only to ask your
father to read to you. I’ll be waiting there for you…there amongst the pages,
and you will always be able to find me.” There was a catch in his voice, and
when Adelaide wiped her own tears away she saw that Diccon’s jaw was set in a
determined line and a lone tear glistened on his cheek as Jupiter or Mar
glistens in a winter sky.
-Ibid.
Gone was the dusk-dim light of the
banquet hall. Gone were the honey-gold globes. Gone were Diccon and Dear-Heart
and all the rest, and Adelaide saw she stood on the strangely familiar marble
staircase of…home.
-Ibid.
2 comments:
my oh my, I can't believe you finished the story already ! I'm so happy for you {squeals of delight} really, I have enjoyed your updates and teasers and little snippets . how soon until you get it to us all who cant wait to read the whole thing ? :))) Congratulations you must be so proud of your self, well I hope you are, I know I am proud of you and am taking inspiration from you.
blessings
Rachel Hope
I'm sitting here panicking to my self saying "NOOOOOO! they have to stay in the story!" I suppose I knew all along that they would have to go back home but I wanted them to stay. Now I can't wait to read the whole thing.
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