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+ | ====== First Toke ====== | ||
+ | The Englishman, er, woman, doffs her hat and leans her cane in the corner | ||
+ | before seating herself next to the Spaniard. Fiddling with some unseen laces, | ||
+ | or unseen *somethings*, | ||
+ | curved, if anyone were looking. She takes a deep breath. "Ah, *Chinese* | ||
+ | Opium", | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I say," says another Englishman, "can anyone join in? | ||
+ | It looks like an exclusive party, what, but I've been | ||
+ | *dying* to tell *someone* about my adventures!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Englishman is tall, slender and slightly effete, | ||
+ | dressed in an elaborate ruffled shirt that is quite | ||
+ | the fashion in London at the moment. It's not the | ||
+ | fashion in this establishment, | ||
+ | seem to bother him. | ||
+ | |||
+ | His manner suggests "idle aristocracy" | ||
+ | that his sword gets caught on a cushion as he sits | ||
+ | down does nothing to allay that impression. It's a | ||
+ | wonder he hasn't been beaten up seven times today for | ||
+ | his golden watch. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | handshake, " | ||
+ | East India Company, in a troubleshooting capacity." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The scotsman, who was mentioned briefly, but then faded out of everyone' | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Earl winces. " | ||
+ | to a civilised level. I understand that in your ancestral halls you | ||
+ | need to shout to be heard over the cattle, but I can assure you that | ||
+ | it is not necessary here." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Earl takes an inexpert puff at the hookah, and splutters | ||
+ | mightily. "Aaah, (*coff* *coff*) so this is (*coff* *coff) Chinese | ||
+ | Opium. I confess I cannot see what the (*coff* *coff*) fuss is | ||
+ | about - I think I shall stick to Western vices." | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Enter the Duke ===== | ||
+ | Entering the haze enshrouded room is an expensively dressed young | ||
+ | man. Of regal bearing and somewhat rogueish manner. The somewhat | ||
+ | unkempt nature of beard and sideburns adding little in the way of | ||
+ | austerity. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dusting lightly at his silk waistcoat and velvet frockcoat. He is | ||
+ | obviously trying hard not to notice the looks of recognaition from | ||
+ | the lower elements reclining in their sins and smoking their lives | ||
+ | away. | ||
+ | |||
+ | If he had a hat to doff, he would do so as way of introduction. | ||
+ | Fortunately, | ||
+ | such as these. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | "Yes, yes M' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The unhunched dirtily kempt and above all dubiously lurking servant | ||
+ | introduces his master:\\ | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | friends and suchlike." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Out of deference to the newcomer' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Earl looks around the room. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Are we all here, then? Perhaps the lady Contessa | ||
+ | would like to request a tale? And by the by, is that | ||
+ | peculiar smell the opium or the Scotsman?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | [[Countess Barbara of Tango|Contessa Barbara]] turns to the Englishwoman at her right. "Miss | ||
+ | Thimblebelly," | ||
+ | disguise. Perhaps you could entertain us with the tale of how it is that | ||
+ | you came to incur the wrath of the Beggar' | ||
+ | why it is that you are restrained by a solemn oath from simply dispatching | ||
+ | potential attackers from that quarter with the efficiency for which you are | ||
+ | known?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Ach, a hoon noot ye eefer, ye sassenach" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "If you say so, sir, though I confess to being confused about the | ||
+ | cow.", says the Earl | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Miss T. sets out on a positively *lovely* day ===== | ||
+ | Miss Thimblebelly, | ||
+ | pockets, namely several shrivelled and grotesquely formed items which *may* be | ||
+ | responsible for adding to the pungency of the room and do not bear closer | ||
+ | examination, | ||
+ | disguise. It has become rather a bother. The gentlemen' | ||
+ | example, do not even bear thinking about" | ||
+ | |||
+ | She looks up to glare at the Scotsman and the Duke, then gives a start. "Your | ||
+ | Grace, I didn't see you come in", she says, turns slightly and blinks at Earl | ||
+ | S_____ as if noticing *him* for the first time, and waits until the silence of | ||
+ | the room is punctuated only by some heavy yet melodious snoring from the far | ||
+ | side of the door. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Ahem. If I may be permitted to continue. Entertain, you say, Contessa? Well I | ||
+ | shall endeavour to fulfill your request, though the degree of *entertainment* | ||
+ | you all may derive from this particular tale is as much dependent on your | ||
+ | dispositions, | ||
+ | says, leaning back against the cushions and waving an arm expansively, | ||
+ | fine morning this past spring, in a small village in Dorchester, the name of | ||
+ | which I shall refrain from mentioning. | ||
+ | |||
+ | * [[Beggar' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The current Baron Thistledown orders a glass of sherry, and peers across the | ||
+ | table at Earl S_____. "I heard many tales of your exploits from Rashid, and | ||
+ | hints about many others. The one I am most curious about, however, is the | ||
+ | highly improbable saga of how you came to be employed by a caravan travelling | ||
+ | on the Silk Road and how the special properties of Spotted Owl feathers | ||
+ | assisted you in defusing the Stand-off of Samarkand" | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== The Fabulous Silk Road ===== | ||
+ | "Ah, yes. The Silk Road. The Spotted Owl. The Stand-Off of | ||
+ | Samarkand. I remember it all well. | ||
+ | * [[The Fabulous Silk Road|The Earl's Tale]] | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== A gust of luck, and a new story asked ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Earl takes the moment to order a selection of Saracen liquors, | ||
+ | which he downs with alacrity. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "But I understand, Sir Bruce, that you are no stranger to the Arctic | ||
+ | Zephyr. Perhaps you could tell me how you came to know this strange | ||
+ | being, and why you took one of Scotland' | ||
+ | Antipodes in secret, only to return it a week later?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Contessa nods her approval at the Earl's accomplishments in the use of feather beds, and turns her attention with interest to Bruce. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Oh, aye, I'd near forgotten that," says the Bruce, "it was so long ago. But it set me up for life. Before that I was just wee Angus Drummond, the assistant groundskeeper at [[Arctic Zephyr|Clackmannan]]." | ||
+ | * [[Arctic Zephyr|The Bruce' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "But enough about me, now. I'm parched. How about you tell me what you think of me? What about you, Your Lordship," | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | "Allow me but a moments contemplation to avail myself of the salient | ||
+ | points - memory being what it is. And I pray it comes close to the | ||
+ | inestimable story with which you have regaled us. Most entertaining | ||
+ | indeed." | ||
+ | The Duke of Gloucester raises his glass in the direction of the Bruce | ||
+ | in appreciation. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== The Lesser Great Wall of China ===== | ||
+ | "It was during one of my famed week long garden parties, if I recall | ||
+ | [[The Lesser Great Wall of China|correctly]]", | ||
+ | * [[The Lesser Great Wall of China|The Duke's Tale]] | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | With an air of mystery the Duke eyes the crowd gathered to listen, | ||
+ | before breaking the mood with a burp. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Your pardon." | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | care to regale us with the story of how you accidentally caused the | ||
+ | demise of The Five Headed Hydra of Constantinople, | ||
+ | escaped the King's subsequent wrath. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "One wonders it were killed," | ||
+ | dead?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== The Tiddlywinks of Constantinopolus ===== | ||
+ | "Ah yes," murmers the Contessa, "I had almost forgotten that little incident, coming as it did just before the much more memorable Toothpick Adventure. | ||
+ | |||
+ | * [[The Tiddlywinks of Constantinopolus|The Contessa' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Most insteresting, | ||
+ | this mission.", | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | Go back to [[the exlusive back room of an opium den]] |
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