Additions to the households


Monday, 2 August

Received a note in today's mail from Mrs Cake, confirming that she will call upon Lady Cowperthwaite at Edenfield this coming Wednesday. Mr Graham had also mentioned that the salamanders would not be pining for her ladyship much longer. Mr Graham's prognostitory talents may not be the equal of Mrs Cake's, but I have learned to take neither lightly.

Given the date of the last telegram from the master of the house as they left Bombay, it is certainly possible that Selene will pull into port in Liverpool this week. Therefore, I wired Edenfield that I was arriving to finish preparations for the return.

Mr Chadwick is accompanying me on the train to Edenfield, as he has a rather lot of correspondence to share with the master and mistress.

Before leaving, I warned the London staff, as well as the household staff for both Sir Spencer and the Wooster's town homes, of the possible arrival. Reginald, the new footman for the London household, feels a bit too keenly his inexperience, and was quite relieved when I informed him Patsy would be acting as Housekeeper in my absence.

I am bringing a collection of recent London papers with me to supplement the supply that have already been gathered at Edenfield. Mrs Cuthbert will wish to save a clipping about her great-uncle's new colonial appointment, I'm sure. I wonder what Miss Wilhelmina will make of recent developments in North Surrey.

Mr Graham's play is doing quite well. There has been much talk of moving to a larger venue, though he says this late in the London season it is unlikely.


Tuesday, 3 August

Selene and Foxglove docked this evening. The households are remaining in Liverpool this evening, so that the remainder of their luggage can be unloaded in the light of day.

It was good to see the household. The children, especially, are all so tan! Miss Wilhelmina is not feeling as robust as one would expect, but given how severely she was wounded just over a month ago, she is looking quite well, indeed.

I am quite pleased that David's suit was accepted by Tattvick's parents. Patsy will be so pleased. We can look forward to many more additions to the households, it seems.

The Salmalins have hired a nursery maid, a solemn young girl named Chih. I am given to understand that her particular culture does not ordinarily subscribe to surnames, and Mrs Salmalin does not appear inclined to follow the practice she and Tattvick used many years ago, of the latter adopting an English-sounding first name and allowing uneducated English ears to assume that Tattvick was her surname. It will all sort out eventually.

Her ladyship's recently discovered relatives chose not to accompany them back to London. It sounds as if Her ladyship's new brother would fit into the household quite well--or at least make himself at home in the libraries if he took the notion. Perhaps they will come visit in the future.


Wednesday, 4 August

We were all quite busy moving people, luggage, and cargo from Liverpool to Edenfield. Mrs Wooster seems especially relieved to be settled in at Monk's Hill Cottage.

Miss Wilhelmina's substitute for a walking stick--a clockwork enhanced pair of leg braces--has caused a few raised eyebrows. The master and mistress seem to think it is a better way to get the exercise necessary to speed her recovery. I wonder if the fact that the sound makes it more difficult for her to leave a room unnoticed has not figured into that evaluation.

Mrs MacGregor's father and aunts were exceedingly pleased to welcome the couple home from their long journey. The entire parish seems to be lining up to call on all the households. Fortunately the Misses Shorrocks and Mrs Cake have organized the callers into managable groups.

Lord Greyminster will be joining us tomorrow. Many of the gentlemen have spoken of returning to London tomorrow, though I suspect some of them will not depart until later in the week. Everyone seems to be more exhausted from their journeys than they are quite willing to admit.


Thursday, 5 August

Lord Greyminster arrived today. In anticipation, I had obtained contrastingly coloured buttonholes for myself and my brother, so that members of the household would not confuse us.

His lordship brought along a dispatch case from Sir A's office for the master. Of more interested to the younger master of the house was a belated birthday present: a saddle so that Master Galen may learn to ride. The young master is quite excited at the prospect.

Mrs Cuthbert and Sir Spencer returned to London, coincidentally carrying the full reports of their activities for Sir A's office. Inspector MacGregor and Mr Frazer plan to return to London tomorrow.

Mrs Salmalin is still working her way through her ladyship's correspondence. Mr Chadwick and I have tried to sort the missives by urgency, though I know our definition of urgency does not always meet with Mrs Salmalin's approval.

At the master's suggestion, Miss Wilhelmina called on the Shorrock household today to speak with the Inspector about some unfortunate news found in her correspondence. An old acquaintance may or may not have been the victim of a horrific crime--there is some question about the identity of the corpse. I hope the the Inspector can sort it all out.

The accompanied her on the visit, then proceeded to Liverpool to complete arrangements for a transfer of a prisoner to London. There has been a rather large amount of correspondence with Mr Robards, the barrister, as well.

Chih is still becoming familiar with the house and grounds. Mr Salmalin has been doing most of the training, though I have also overheard Miss Octavia giving "corrections" when she believes her parents are out of earshot.


Friday, 6 August

Miss Pinker joined us today. She brought additional news which the master felt compelled to share with her ladyship in private, before telling the rest of the household. Arthur had made some comments about the event yesterday, though he was not aware at the time that it would involve our household, as well.

Lord Greyminster, Miss Pinker, the master and her ladyship have all been invited to a wedding in the Kingdom of Carpania. Specifically, the Princess Arabella of Carpania is to marry His Highness Rupert, Duke of Florin.

The household has been invited because of a distance relationship with the royal family: the Earl's great-great-great-great grandmother was the daughter of a previous ruler of the region who is, in turn, a direct ancestor of the current king. Miss Pinker has been corresponding with her eighth-cousin, Archduchess Edeline of Galicia (the sister of the current king), since the two met as young ladies in Vienna.

Sir A's office would like the household to accept the invitation. Due to its geographic location, bordered by the Russian Empire, Prussia, and the Austrian Empire, the tiny kingdom plays a disproportionate part in the balance of power in Europe, and there is something which Sir A's office wishes the master to look into while attending the wedding.

This would not be so extraordinary if the groom were anyone other than the Duke of Florin.
While the Duke's younger brother, Prince Lukas, is well-liked by everyone in the League, the Duke is another matter altogether. The household has had previous encounters with the Duke which were less than exemplary.

Though her ladyship seemed less upset about the news that the Duke was soon to be her in-law than the master had anticipated.

We have nearly a month to prepare before departing for the continent. Letters have been sent off to the ladies' dressmakers.

The Inspector, Mr Frazer, and Lt Wooster had already departed for London before we received the news. It is not yet clear whether the entire League will be required.


Saturday, 7 August

The household continues to settle in. Travel arrangements to Carpania will be easier than I had feared: Sir Spencer owns a hunting lodge outside of Potsdorf, the capital city of Carpania. While the lodge is modest by the standards of continental royalty, it should be large enough to accomodate the League and the traveling staff.

Sir Spencer has been invited to attend the nuptuals owing to an old acquaintance with the King. Though at the time he and Sir Spencer were hunting together in Africa, I understand that Prince Franz Kristoff was the youngest son of the youngest son of the then-King, and was not expected to ascend to the throne.

For several days the outside staff has been trying to help Miss Wilhelmina fit all of her current projects into the old Mill. There aren't actually any more projects than usual, but many more of them are larger than the young lady herself than is usual.

The master convinced her that some of the projects should be transported to London, and she will just have to limit which ones she pursues. Lady Ottoline and Miss Pinker have made appointments for her in the City this week, and I think she'll find she has less time to work on the mechanical projects than she anticipates.


Sunday, 8 August

The master returned to London on the evening train, accompanied by myself, Miss Wilhelmina, Mrs Frazer, Mr O'Flaherty, the young Frazers, George, myself, and Violet.

Having obtained a Sunday Times on the platform, Miss Wilhelmina spent a large portion of the trip reading and commenting upon stories contained therein, particularly the tale of how the League rescued an American passenger ship from some pirates.

Mr O'Flaherty seemed particularly displeased with the coverage.


Monday, 9 August

It has been a busy day. The master spent most of the day in the City, meeting with barristers, Sir A, and handling other business.

Miss Wilhelmina had her appointment at the dressmakers, then she and Mrs Frazer called upon McTeague & Sons Printing, to meet with Mr Walsh. Then they met with the Inspector to discuss the incident of the misidentified corpse.

Meanwhile, we received some urgent wires from Edenfield. Mrs Salmalin's mystical warning system had indicated that the crazed half-dragon-half-fae, V, was in close proximity to Miss Wilhelmina. Miss Wilhelmina, Mrs Frazer, and George returned home unharmed, and had not been aware of V's presence.

Mr Walsh joined us for tea, though he could not stay long. He has enrolled in night classes. It has long been evident that Mr Walsh is quite fond of Miss Wilhelmina. Mrs Frazer has often worried about the appropriateness of the friendship between them. Until now, however, it was equally evident that Miss Wilhelmina, while enjoying Mr Walsh's company, did not return his feelings in kind.

That no longer seems to be the case.

Mrs Cuthbert was away most of the day, and unable to shed any further light on the subject of V or how he may be spying upon Miss Wilhelmina. Mrs Salmalin arrived on the evening train to consult and determine what action to take, next.


Tuesday, 10 August

Must get the master to Blackthorn Meadow Manor before noon. No time to record the extraordinary events of the day.


Wednesday, 11 August

The master has sorted that all out, then. I can't say how relieved I am.

The tale is a rather involved one, but I shall attempt to summarize. V has been obsessed with Miss Wilhelmina since the League of Shadows Affair, and we have endured various interruptions and frights over the years ranging from unwanted gifts to physical altercations to faery visitations.

The League encountered V yet again during their recent travels in the China Sea, and he was sent packing yet again. He returned to London with a new notion in his deranged imagination: he needed to learn how to be a human in order to "deserve" to court Miss Wilhelmina. To this end, he ambushed and murdered Edward's friend,  Brandon Sweeney, transforming himself into a mostly-mortal replica of Mr Sweeney.

Sweeney was chosen, in part, because he shared a workplace with Mr Walsh, whom V perceived to be someone Miss Wilhelmina already admired. Over the course of the last few months V-as-Sweeney had paritipated in various activities of the Southwerk Radicals, coming to odds several times with Edward's old nemesis, Cleit Molloy.

The altercations between V-as-Sweeney and Molloy became increasingly accrimonious, until finally V decided to kill young Mr Molloy. He confronted him in the street late one night and beat the young man severely. Then left him to die. The young man was found before expiring, and was taken to the home of his grandmother (nearby), where he lingered for two days before dying.

After Molloy's death, the police (in the form of Sgt Strawberry), took an interest in Sweeney as the culprit. V, not wanting to get caught, masqueraded as Molloy and made an appearance at Molloy's wake. This caused a great deal of confusion, of course. Molloy's grandmother, in particular, became quite angry because she believed she had paid for the burial of a stranger. The faux Molloy was last seen fleeing the pub in a drunken stupor.

V-as-Molloy got himself arrested for causing a public disturbance in another district, then escaped from the jail. This created the plausible explanation for Molloy's continued absence as hiding from the police.

V resumed his masquerade of Sweeney, now believing himself safe from prosecution, since Sweeney had no motive to kill a stranger who happened to be walking down a street near Molloy's grandmother's home.

Miss Wilhelmina had, from information in Mr Walsh's letters, already put Inspector MacGregor and Mr Frazer looking into the death of Molloy, though none of them had made a connection to V. Mrs Salmalin's mystic ward was broken while Wilhelmina was visiting McTeague & Sons.

Much of this was pieced together by Wilhelmina, the Inspector, Mrs Cuthbert, Mrs Salmalin, and the others over the course of Tuesday. By evening they had determined that Sweeney was actually V. While most of them were discussing what Mrs Cuthbert's scrying and visions had revealed, the master left the house with George and one of the clockwork carriages.

The others followed in the carriage, perturbed at the master for leaving without them.

He confronted Sweeney, demanding an apology for his inappropriate attentions to Miss Wilhelmina and a promise (sworn three times in a manner that would bind his faery nature) to leave Miss Wilhelmina and the rest of the household alone. V refused, so the master challenged him to swords at dawn at Blackthorn Meadow Manor.

We so seldom use the property, I'm not certain that Lady Cowperthwaite was aware it belonged to the master. Lord Greyminster keeps horses there, just as Lady Constance used to. Sir Cosmo instructed me years ago to maintain it for the horses, and otherwise leave it as his mother used to keep it. I've defered to Arthur in staff hiring decisions, and we keep the minimum staff necessary to maintain the house and the stables.

I understand why the master chose the location. The property sits on Hampstead Heath and includes large, unoccupied meadows. If the duel with the dragon-creature enlarged, innocent people would be less likely to get caught in the cross fire.

Mr O'Flaherty agreed to be the second. Matched swords which the master had obtained for this purpose in India was used. A number of beings acquainted with the household with varying connections to the faery kingdoms arrived to watch or possible interfere. The bounty-hunting fae we have seen more than once at Edenfield clearly stated his intention to take V into custody should he survive the duel.

Mrs Frazer seemed far more perturbed at the master's chosen solution than any of the others. Her ladyship repeated his confidence that her husband would prevail many times before the dual began, but she also twisted a scarf and a reticule to shreds with her fretting.

Monsieur Barri was one of the exotic spectators who arrived on the heath this morning, and was chosen as the marshall. One of the other "guests" was one Count von Freiheff who bears an uncanny resemblance to the master. The League met him in India. Mrs Cuthbert says he is a mortal agent of the King of the Unseelie Court of faerie. Her ladyship has a more disparaging way of describing him. Miss Mitzi was also present, though more subdued than usual.

Throughout the duel, V never abandoned his mortal guise, and never seemed to employ any of his extraordinary powers. He taunted the master about this, how he would defeat him using only the strength of a mortal. Of course, he showed no signs of tiring, and boasted of this. The way he kept glancing at Miss Wilhelmina gave one the impression he thought this boasting would impress her.

Which shows that living as a mortal for a few months did absolutely nothing to teach him about how human feelings work.

He looked more surprised than hurt when the master finally struck the finishing blow. Then he seemed to explode, thought it was all ephemeral light that quickly evaporated, leaving a dead shadow behind.

Mrs Cuthbert said that it was the combination. V had tied himself so tightly to the heart that he had literally cut from young Mr Sweeney's chest, that the heart became a vulnerability. The swords were made of cold steel (deadly to faeries), but not just any cold steel. The steel was forged with some sort of meteoric glass embedded in the blade. The swords had been blessed, which makes them somewhat more dangerous to dragons (though the lore apparently varies on how effective this really is). Mrs Cuthbert further theorized that what may have been most decisive was that V had bound himself by swearing to meet the master in a "traditional mortal duel."

The binding had left him more vulnerable than he realized.

The agent of the Seelie King took the shadow into custody. The other spectators all returned to their various points of origin.

The master had been wounded, twice, though not deeply. We retired to the manor to bind his wounds and settle everyone's nerves with some breakfast.

The Inspector and Mr Frazer have taken what evidence they have to Malloy's grandmother. I'm not sure how many details they'll tell her, but everyone agrees she deserves to know that it was her grandson she buried, and that his murderer has since been killed.

Mrs Cuthbert and the master say they wish to go speak to Sweeney's family. I believe the Inspector will be accompanying them, as well. It is a bit unclear at the moment how things will proceed on that front....


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