On the train to london, I fell asleep and dreamed about when I was learning how to use my sword for the first time. It was all going well until Sarah started talking about the 3 edges of the sword. 3 edges? But we weren’t using epes! How odd. I haven’t thought about learning to use my weapons in forever. I loved the first time that the sword felt like it just fit in my hand and was completely under my control. Like it belonged there. It felt like freedom. For the first time I had a way to keep people who wanted to hurt me away. I loved that feeling...
But that’s beside the point. It seems like several people had odd dreams I overheard Mrs. Frazer talking about talking with one of the Koshes. Something about there being 3 beings rampaging around. I wonder if the 3 beings have to do with 3 edges of a sword.
After we got back, Edward needed to speak to some of his contacts, so I followed. I couldn’t believe it when Edward ate not one, not 2, but several of Mr. Dibbler’s sausages. Including an old one that came out of Edward’s pocket. Shudder... Anyway, later in the afternoon, we went and met a young candy man named Willie. I think he’s the one that does the Wiffles or whatever His favorite candy is. Anyway, he first sprayed some... thing... out in the alley that made it so all the footprints glowed. Then he did something that made some of them go away. Man, can he do some amazing things with candy... After Mrs. Frazer found a button, Willie somehow added it to a candy compass. It was supposed to point to the owner if we got near enough... Whoever heard of magical candy? Well, other than the magic of childhood and all that folderol. Then Willie did something to make the compass stronger and it started pointing... I was never so surprised. It looked like we were going to go look. lovely.
We met up with the group as we were chasing the being. We did catch up to ist, but it flew away. George and Owen and Mr. McGregor and I followed Edward out to field. I was sad to find out that I missed an actual appology and declaration of wrongness given by Mrs Frazer. Maybe, well. Just maybe... Anyway, there was this straw angel thing that we found in the field. And apperantly little tangle traps or something. We thought we were going in straight lines, but they said we were just wandering around the field. We did a big circle to see if we could find any tracks and the magic users did a history spell. The most disturbing thing they found was that the men and his servants that we killed when we almost died seem to be alive again. bah!
Him and Mr. Oflayerty and Sir Spencer and I followed Edward to the docks to try and find the lady—Old Mad Hetty that is—that was helping the girl we are trying to find, Evie, I think. I said I was going along because I didn’t trust the 3 gentlemen to stay focused on the task of Keeping Edward Safe. I knew the night was going to get long when Mr. Oflayerty said something about the Kosh not being able to see the tower of London. It’s kind of hard to miss.... So we went inside. Silly Henry decided to draw his pistol going inside. I tried to get him to put it down. But I figured he could take care of himself... As Edward and I went further in, Old Mad Hetty poked her head around the door and asked if the gentlemen were bothering us... I admitted that, sadly, no, that was not the case. I was married to one after all. She seemed surprised, and I had to explain a bunch of stuff. Edward and I explained why we were looking for Evie and that we hoped to stop the other Koshes from hurting people. After that discussion, she said something like whatever and did something with a handkerchief. At which point Mr. Oflayerty said something like Boogity Boogity and He asked how he did that. Men are so odd. Anyway, Mad Hetty said that she would see if Evie wanted to talk to us. At that point I was hoping that things would wrap up quickly so that we could go home. The nap on the train all those hours ago was wearing awfully thin... Oh to be young and able to go for long periods of time without sleep...
Proceed to A most trying evening
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