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Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 12:03 am**

Chapter the Ninth: Paris; Or, City of Light, City of Darkness

After a long and exhausting journey in a coach carrying twice as many passengers than the number for which it was designed, the adventurers arrive on the outskirts of Paris. The French metropolis cannot compare in size with London, that greatest of all cities, but it is unquestionably the Jewel of the Continent, before which all other inhabitations outside Britain pale. During the past few years great efforts have been made to improve the appearance of what was, if truth be told, an unattractive and chaotic place. Now there are great monuments to the genius of architecture to be seen everywhere; there are even some streets with sidewalks, a modern innovation which promises a degree of cleanliness not often seen in large congregations of humanity. Although it cannot be denied that, as with any great populace, there is evidence of extraordinary poverty and misery among the common folk, there is also much gaiety and splendor among those of a higher social class. It is well to remember that the hierarchy of Paris is stricter than that of London, as described by the noted man of letters Louis-Sebastien Mercier:

There are in Paris eight distinct classes; the princes and great nobles (these are the least numerous); the Nobles of the Robe; the financiers; the traders and merchants; the artists; the craftsmen; the manual workers; the servants; and the bas peuple.

(Of course, one must recall that Monsieur Mercier is also the author of that fantastic work L'an 2440, in which he dares to imagine what the city might be like in futurity.)

In any event, the party is tired and in want of sustenance. Fortunately, they soon find one of the new establishments which, unlike the usual taverns, offer private tables and written descriptions of the fare available. Known as a restaurant, this innovative dining experience is sure to offer a welcome respite from the travails experienced by the adventurers. The evident high breeding of Doctor North, the sober appearance of Mister Witherly, and the beauty of the ladies is enough to win entrance to the restaurant, despite the somewhat road-worn appearance of the party.

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 4:00 am**

The company (in the Salon thread) had hit upon the plan of visiting the LaMont estate before Paris itself. The letter entrusted to Ines is not urgent, but should prove relatively quick to deal with, whether the mission ends in success or failure - both the family and the servants might also provide news of recent events in the city. In regard to that mission however, Ines will suggest that almost anyone else may be more likely to get a reception than herself.

She won't directly suggest this, but the present writer feels that the self-evident intelligence of Dr North and resonant virtue of Miss Carrow seem best placed to win the family over, especially as they themselves provide an example of the value and power of love.

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 6:06 am**

"I would be pleased to make the approach," offers Henry. "They are likely to respect one of the nobility."

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 9:48 am**

"I should be pleased to act as interpreter if the Chevalier LaMont's family are unfamiliar with the English tongue," Lila puts in, studying the list of the restaurant's available fare. "Of course, if we are to remain in Paris for any length of time we must also secure appropriate lodgings."

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 11:55 am**

Seated in the restaurant, Elizabeth read the "written descriptions of the fare" eagerly. She was famished, as well as thoroughly tired of the cramped coach and so delighted to be anywhere else. "Mmmm, what shall I choose?"

"Of course, if we are to remain in Paris for any length of time we must also secure appropriate lodgings."

"Of course--someplace suitable for ladies. I wonder if we can lodge with a respectable acquaintance?"

OOC: Chevalier LaMont and Dupont, what's their connection?

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 1:00 pm**

Tabs:

Spoiler:

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 7:48 pm**

Re DuPont/LaMont:

Spoiler:

Ines finds the atmosphere of this "restaurant" quite unusual. She is used to eating in places where she might earn her dinner by performing a song or dance, but it is obvious that such a thing would be unwelcome here. Being unable to read, she will need someone's assitance with the descriptions of the food - once she has some idea of what is on offer, she will choose something simple and cheap (as weak as she is feeling from her injuries, she will pick at her food, but probaly end up eating a fair amount of it).

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 11:15 pm**

The party is able to enjoy a fine meal of bouillon of veal prepared with white wine and mushrooms, followed by fresh steamed shellfish and a light dessert of green grapes. There is, of course, wine served with the victuals, in the French manner. Their conversation revolves around plans to make the journey to the LaMont estate, located between Paris and Versailles. Due to the lateness of the hour it will be necessary to make plans for the evening before setting out in that direction, although it is near enough to reach on horseback in two or three hours.

A thought occurs to Mister Witherly, who is by now somewhat recovered from his ordeal.

"From what you have told me of the deranged Violette DuPray," he says, "it seems entirely improbable that she would have sufficient knowledge of Natural Philosophy to construct the terrible device which was used upon my poor wife. Whence could such a thing have come?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:16 am**

"Only from the mind of a mad genius," says Henry. "It would take someone of my intelligence and skills, but without my kind disposition. There can't be too many capable of creating such a diabolical machine. It would be worthwhile for me to make inquiries, though I would need Miss Davenport to translate - and I would need to translate the scientific jargon for her. Your assistance in translating when we visit the LaMonts is also most welcome."

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 6:05 am**

Ines has a sudden thought. "That healing machine of yours, Dr North, the... Cauteriser?" (she pronounces the term hesitantly but correctly). "How difficult would it be for you to instruct me in its use? Or even another in this company? It seems like it would be difficult. Yet the soldier was confident in the use of that device. To impart such knowledge, that must be a skill too, yes? One the creator of the device might also be known for?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 10:38 am**

Elizabeth slid an oyster from its shell into her mouth, trying not to slurp too much; she followed it up with a grape, "Oh yum!" she couldn't help but exclaim, and then looked round at the others to catch any disapproving glances--she was English and a little self-conscious.

She wondered aloud to Ines and Henry: "Some kind of scientific club, society, or thing, may have contact with whoever created the diabolical device--the Paris university could help...?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 9:05 pm**

At the conclusion of the meal a member of the staff of the restaurant discretely arranges for payment.

-- It is impossible for one not to perceive that you are English, Mademoiselles and Monsieurs, and newly arrived in our beautiful city. May one inquire if one may be of service in making your visit a safe and pleasant experience? --

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 2:11 am**

"Most of us are English, yes," says Henry, paying for the meal out of his own ample funds with a generous tip and suspending his conversation with his friends until the restaurant employee is out of earshot. "Thank you. We do require lodgings. Might you recommend somewhere we could stay?"

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 2:45 am**

Clearly impressed by the largess of the English milord, the server attends carefully as his words are translated by Miss Davenport.

-- May I suggest an establishment located at 56 Rue Jacob? It is located not far from the British Embassy, as well as a short walk from the lovely banks of the Seine and the Île de la Cité, where is found the great Cathedral of Our Lady. It is also not terribly distant from the Collège de Sorbonne; one could not help but overhear that you have an interest in the University, and that is its theological department. With your permission, I shall arrange for everything. May I offer you some coffee and perhaps some brandy while I take care of this matter? --

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 3:05 am**

"Thank you, my good man," says Henry, "that would be superb."

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 9:55 am**

Lila laces her coffee with a generous amount of brandy.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 4:56 pm**

"Sorbonne," repeated Elizabeth, "that sounds like just the place."

She watched Lila, then announced to the garçon: "I'll have what she's having."

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 6:58 pm**

-- Very good, Mademoiselle. --

When the après-dinner beverages have been consumed, the server inquires if the gentlemen would care to remain and enjoy fine cigars while the ladies withdraw to a separate area, where they may engage in conversation with other members of the fairer sex. Whether this suggestion is accepted or not, a coach will arrive after a short amount of time to convey the party to their lodging.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 8:01 pm**

Feeling it prudent to conform with Paris society and not much caring for cigar smoke, Lila rises to withdraw, curtsying to the gentlemen and nodding to Elizabeth and Ines. She wonders if any gossip concerning the activities of Violette DuPray may have reached the ears of the city ladies.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 8:35 pm**

Ines will accompany the ladies, but will ramain to one side, aware that her presence would be a detriment to Miss Davenport and Miss Carrow engaging in conversation. Instead, she watches the room, seeing if anyone's interest in her friends seems sinister.

(Incidentally, this is probably the first time Ines will have tried coffee - she enjoys the flavour immensely, though it took a few sips to get used to drinking so hot a beverage).

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 10:44 pm**

While the gentlemen enjoy cigars of excellent quality, manufactured in Spain from Indian weed grown in the colony -- or, as they would insist, the "state" -- of Virginia, a gentleman arrayed in the plain but expertly tailored clothing of a prosperous merchant approaches them.

"Forgive this intrusion, please," he says in excellent, if slightly accented, English. "I am always very interested in the opinions of visitors from England, particularly in matters of business. It is well known," he continues in a slightly lower voice, "that the royal treasury is -- how do the Italians phrase it? -- banca rotta. Without funds, you understand. Our esteemed Parlament," he says, with a note of sarcasm, "has failed to reform the tax system. Things have gone so badly awry that Étienne Charles de Loménie de Brienne -- the Minister of Finance for His Majesty -- has called upon the Estates General to meet next year; something which has not occurred since the time of Louis XIII! What does it portend, do you think?"

It will be remembered that the Parlament consists of the nobility, while the Estates General will include representatives from all classes, including the commoners.

Mister Witherly, whose liberal opinions have often been noted before, suggests that this may lead to radical changes in the French government.

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The ladies withdraw into a small, comfortable room where several elegantly arrayed women are engaged in whispered discussion of their love affairs; many of which, it would seem, meet with the approval, or at least the tolerance, of their husbands, as long as they are engaged in discretely. There is also much gossip about the Queen (referred to by one of the bolder ladies as "that Austrian") and her lavish spending. The Affair of the Diamond Necklace is still of much interest to the people of France, it would seem, and the assembled women seem to blame the Queen for bringing scandal to the royal family.

After Miss Davenport has absorbed much of this information and related it to her companions, one of the older ladies glances at them through her lorgnette, taking particular notice of Ines.

-- Might one inquire for what reason you have allowed your servant girl to accompany you into our salon? --

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 3:27 am**

"I think it portends trouble," says Henry between puffs on his cigar. "The wealthy will never allow themselves to be taxed heavily to refill the coffers, which means they'll try to do it on the backs of the common people. I can't see them standing for it either."

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 3:45 am**

"Indeed, sir," the merchant replies. "I believe it might be a good time for me to pay an extended visit to your island nation." Leaning in a bit closer, he withdraws a slip of paper from his pocket. It contains a crudely drawn image of a woman in medieval armor above the single word Libertie. "There are many of these scattered about the city. Be careful, my friend." With that he takes his leave.

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 4:08 am**

Henry shows the drawing to Mr. Witherly. "I think we know who this is," he says. "We need to find out where these are being printed."

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 9:26 am**

-- My pardons, madame. -- Lila replies to the inquiry concerning Ines. -- But in fact Miss Maya is the daughter of an esteemed Spanish diplomat who has fallen upon hard times and now has arrived in your fair city seeking to regain prosperity though such advantageous opportunities and liaisons as she may find. --

Lila hopes that such an embellishing of the truth will appeal to the ladies' tastes for social intrigue.

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 1:22 pm**

(Incidentally, this is probably the first time Ines will have tried coffee - she enjoys the flavour immensely, though it took a few sips to get used to drinking so hot a beverage).

"Unusual taste, at first," said Elizabeth. "Of course the brandy makes it, I think!"

She leant close to Miss Davenport and whispered: "Let's just hope no one of them speaks Spanish, which they may do considering there is a merchant from the American colonies talking with Doctor North." Aloud: "Tell me more about 'The Affair of the Diamond Necklace,' not too racy, I trust?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 7:46 pm**

Wruter wrote:

-- My pardons, madame. -- Lila replies to the inquiry concerning Ines. -- But in fact Miss Maya is the daughter of an esteemed Spanish diplomat who has fallen upon hard times and now has arrived in your fair city seeking to regain prosperity though such advantageous opportunities and liaisons as she may find. --

Lila hopes that such an embellishing of the truth will appeal to the ladies' tastes for social intrigue.

Spoiler:

The lady seems skeptical but is unwilling to cause a scene. She simply disregards the newcomers entirely, turning back to the other women.

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 7:54 pm**

Tabs wrote:

(Incidentally, this is probably the first time Ines will have tried coffee - she enjoys the flavour immensely, though it took a few sips to get used to drinking so hot a beverage).
"Unusual taste, at first," said Elizabeth. "Of course the brandy makes it, I think!"

She leant close to Miss Davenport and whispered: "Let's just hope no one of them speaks Spanish, which they may do considering there is a merchant from the American colonies talking with Doctor North." Aloud: "Tell me more about 'The Affair of the Diamond Necklace,' not too racy, I trust?"

Spoiler:

There are only looks of confusion from the assembled women, who are evidently fluent only in their own language. Miss Davenport, however, will be able to provide a translation on Miss Carrow's inquiry.

Spoiler:

The younger women present find the English newcomer completely charming; they find her sweetness and naivete refreshing.

It would be tedious for the Patient Reader to endure a complete account of the conversation which is translated by Miss Davenport, although the young ladies find it most amusing. Suffice to say that an account of the Affair of the Diamond Necklace is conveyed to Miss Carrow, with much comment on the character of the Queen. (It is notable that she is referred to as Maria Antonia, rather than her adopted French name of Marie Antoinette, indicating that she is still thought of my many as an unwelcome foreigner.) The scandal is complex and uncertain, with the various parties involved all claiming innocence. To be very brief, the Queen's reputation, never very high, was besmirched by the implication that she participated in a crime to defraud the crown jewelers of the cost of a most expensive diamond necklace. Whatever the truth of the matter may be, it has done the King no good, particularly considering the precarious state of the Treasury.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 10:37 am**

Lila, who has become used to Miss Carrow charming everyone while she herself remains an uncharismatic social presence, translates patiently. -- Miss Carrow was wondering if you had perhaps heard tell of another lady recently arrived in the city, one Violette DuPray, mesdames? -- she inquires when the opportunity arises.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 5:32 pm**

Spoiler:

One of the ladies is familiar with the name.

-- Some time ago there was a gentleman by that name, newly arrived in the city, in search of his sister. But yes, I believe he said her name was Violette. Whether he was able to find her or not I do not know. She seemed to be living somewhere in the Quartier Latin, if memory serves; the Rive Gauche, you understand. Poor thing, she suffered from some illness or other. Ah, he was a most charming fellow! I should very much like to make his acquaintance again. It is a fine thing to have a handsome admirer to keep one's husband in a proper state of jealousy, to be sure. Do you know where one might find him these days? --

It will be remembered that the Quartier Latin is the area of Paris near the Collège de Sorbonne, so named for the language universally used by its students, and that the Rive Gauche is the region of the city south of the Seine.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:02 pm**

-- I am afraid Monsieur DuPray has already left Paris. -- Lila replies before relating this new information to the others in English.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 9:27 pm**

By this time the coach arranged for the party is ready to convey its passengers from the outskirts of Paris to the city's heart, where accommodation has been arranged for the night. The ride is a short and pleasant one, and the adventurers soon arrive at 56 Rue Jacob. The establishment at this location appears to be an acceptable one. As the passengers enter they are greeted by the proprietor, who is a portly, balding man of middle years. It is soon evident that he is able to speak English, having rendered service to many a British subject over the years. In particular, he is very proud that the eminent Doctor Franklin, a figure much revered in France, stayed here during the negotiations which led to the Treaty of Paris. (Given the fact that this recognized the independence of the rebellious American colonies, this may not have been the most diplomatic anecdote to relate.)

The night is uneventful. The next day the adventurers are free to decide which of their variegated goals they will pursue, what information will be required, and from whence it might best be sought.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 11:37 pm**

"How mant people live in this Quartier Latin?" asks Ines. "Could Violette DuPray have gone quietly among her very neighbours?"

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 12:09 am**

Henry would have liked to have met Benjamin Franklin. Politics aside, the man is a genius without peer. "Paris, while not as immense as London, is still a large city," he says. "The Latin Quarter is a fair-sized part of it, so I'm sure many people live there. However, Violette would certainly stand out and draw attention wherever she went. And we have this." He shows them the drawing. "These have appearing all over Paris. It would be helpful if we could find out where they're being printed and who is distributing them. We might be able to trace them back to find her whereabouts. I would like to inquire at the Sorbonne, which is not far away from the Latin Quarter. I could say I am seeking out the most brilliant minds with whom I can discuss science and invention. My credentials should speak for themselves. I might not necessarily need a translator. While they might not speak English there, I'm sure they would know the languages of higher education, particularly Latin, German, and Greek."

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 5:07 am**

"The Sorbonne and the LaMont estate might be places where we can safely divide," says Ines, "though the streets and roads between them and here may be far from it."

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 10:51 am**

"I suggest we accompany Doctor North to the Collège de Sorbonne," Lila says. "Miss Carrow, since it is known that Violette DuPray has a certain ... interest in you, it may be safer for you to remain here for the time being, perhaps in the company of Mister Witherly or Ivan, while we make our inquiries."

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 5:17 pm**

Mister Witherly agrees to remain with Miss Carrow (and her faithful pet); no doubt such charming company will help to relieve the pain in his heart. Ivan, of course, follows his master's orders to the best of his ability and will serve as discouragement to any miscreants who might seek to cause the other harm.

Upon arrival at the Collège de Sorbonne the party is greeted by a young student who, it seems, has been temporarily tasked with the responsibility of directing visitors to the proper areas, or, if need be, preventing them from disturbing the scholars therein. (There have been unpleasant disputes not only with the poorest of the common folk, who resent what they see as idlers when they labor like slaves and have no bread, but also with mendicant orders and Jesuits over doctrinal matters. The Sorbonne fiercely defends it tradition of teaching as it sees fit, and is proud to have played a leading role in the intellectual reawakening which has given Paris the title City of Light.)

The young man is impressed with Doctor North's mastery of Latin, and converses with him in that tongue, that he may better his use of it. He is polite to the ladies, but does not pay them much mind.

-- In what manner may I assist you, sir? --

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 7:36 pm**

"Thank you," says Henry. "I am Dr. Henry North, just recently arrived in Paris. As a man of learning, I of course had to visit the Sorbonne. I was hoping to meet fellow men of genius and education. In particular, I am interested in speaking with those skilled in the invention of complex mechanical devices. I've always had a particular talent in that area myself, and it would be good to compare notes with others with the same interests."

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 8:14 pm**

When the opportunity arises, Lila asks the student meekly in French, -- Monsieur, might I be permitted the use of your reference library on a personal errand? --

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 8:48 pm**

To Doctor North:

-- I see. I believe it would be best to introduce you to Antoine-Laurent de Lavoisier, a nobleman like yourself, who is most learned in Natural Philosophy. He is a very busy man with many responsibilities in the government of His Majesty, but I believe he is currently here at the College involved in some sort of experimentation on the nature of various substances. If you would be so good as to come with me, I think I can track him down. --

To Miss Davenport:

-- Well, it is not normally done, but seeing as you here under the auspices of this fine gentleman, I would imagine a brief visit can be arranged. You must, of course, be accompanied by a member of the faculty. Will this other lady be joining you as well? --

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 9:03 pm**

-- I believe it best if she assists the doctor in the absence of his regular manservant -- Lila replies, knowing of Ines' limited facility with literature.

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 9:11 pm**

"It would be a pleasure to meet Lavoisier," says Henry, following the man. "His discovery of oxygen was brilliant, and I was able to apply his results to good effect."

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 10:41 pm**

Ines will go with Dr North as directed, though she forsees being little help to him in this environment. (Also, she is likely to be thoroughly bored, though the reader should not take this as indicating the feelings of the present writer).

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 11:08 pm**

After some time wandering through labyrinthine halls, Lavoisier is located in an obscure room far from the rest of the Sorbonne. He is an elegantly dressed man of middle years. Although he is well known as a humane gentleman who has worked for social reforms, he is also known to be an administrator of the hated ferme générale, which collects duties thought to be unfair to the commoners. In sharp contrast to his aristocratic appearance, the workroom is a chaos of glass and metal equipment of a bewildering variety. Fumes of an unpleasant odor emerge from roiling liquids. A hasty introduction is made. The conversation resumes in Latin.

-- Yes, what is it? -- he says, in evident haste.

Spoiler:

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An elderly scholar familiar with the English language -- and, from his appearance, probably not expected to contribute much learning at this point in his life -- escorts Miss Davenport to a cavernous library.

"And what is it you seek, my pretty one? We have not costume plates nor dancing manuals here," he says with a chuckle.

Posted: **Mon Jul 17, 2017 12:34 am**

"I'm trying to identify and locate an inventor who has created a terrible device," says Henry, knowing that Lavoisier is a busy man and getting right to the point. "It was a machine that dispensed a vitrifying liquid. Whoever invented it is both brilliant and mad. It was used to murder more than one person, and my traveling companions nearly fell victim to it as well. I doubt anyone with the capability to make this device could have escaped your notice."

Posted: **Mon Jul 17, 2017 1:31 am**

Spoiler:

-- Transforming living tissue into a glassy substance? That can only be the work of a certain Roterstein, an Austrian. Quite a disagreeable fellow. Wanders all over Europe in search of a patron for his inventions. Always designed to kill, but in ways that would be of no value on the battlefield. He was refused membership in the Académie des sciences because of his vile nature. If you know where he is, the authorities would be most interested. There have been unexplained deaths which suggest his handiwork. --

Posted: **Mon Jul 17, 2017 2:21 am**

"Alas, we do not know his whereabouts yet," says Henry, "but he must be the fellow. Now that we have his name, there may be some hope. We do know who his patron is, a madwoman named Violette DuPray. This is what she looks like." He shows him the drawing. "From what I've heard, these have been appearing throughout Paris. It is a fairly good likeness. She was wearing the chainmail when we saw her last, after she and her followers ambushed us on our way to Paris. She killed her own brother with that diabolical machine, among others. She fancies herself Joan of Arc, and she is hearing voices that she presumes to be angels, but no angel would command her to work such wickedness."

Posted: **Mon Jul 17, 2017 9:27 am**

In the library:

Striving to keep a straight face, Lila replies, "I would like to study any volumes you may have on the history of archaeological monuments in the south-east of England, with specific reference to a site in Rochester. Additionally any volumes on the subject of unusual artifacts would be welcome. I am assisting Doctor North in his researches," she adds by way of explanation.

Posted: **Mon Jul 17, 2017 8:43 pm**

-- Hmm. I know nothing of this woman. Good luck in your quest. --

At that moment a small explosion rocks a corner of the workroom, sending glassware scattering about the floor. It would seem a prudent time to withdraw, as Lavoisier's attention is drawn to a minor crisis which has occurred.

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Spoiler:

It seems that age has dulled the wits of the elderly man, and he is unable to recall where such volumes might be located. It will be a matter of luck, as Miss Davenport wanders through the rows and rows and quaint and curious volumes.

Spoiler:

To no avail, it would seem; no relevant texts are located.

Posted: **Tue Jul 18, 2017 5:16 am**

"Thank you for your help," says Henry. "I'll let you get back to work." With that, he takes his leave.

Posted: **Tue Jul 18, 2017 7:02 pm**

With a sigh of frustration, Lila heads back to rejoin the others.

Posted: **Tue Jul 18, 2017 10:37 pm**

"Is it simply ill luck that this man met Violette DuPray," asks Ines when Dr North has related what Lavoisier said, "or did another bring them together?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 19, 2017 3:49 am**

"We don't have enough information yet," says Henry, "but there must be others here who know Roterstein, or at least know of him. We should ask around. If we can find him, that may lead us to her."

Posted: **Wed Jul 19, 2017 4:02 am**

The party faces a great challenge. Having been somewhat frustrated in their attempts to track down forces which threaten them -- nay, that threaten Europe itself -- they now must plan a strategy. The City of Light offers such a bewildering array of humanity, from the highest to the lowest, that it will require much thought to determine from whence information might be sought.

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 1:34 am**

There has been much discussion among the adventurers as to how they should next proceed. As the way to the LaMont estate is well-known and an easy ride from Paris, there is general agreement that it would be wise to start there.

After a short and pleasant journey by coach, the party arrives at an impressive chateau. Upon closer examination, it is evident that it has seen better days. The gardens have grown wild, and the buildings have not been maintained. In point of fact, some of the structures are little more than ruins, although the main rooms appear to still be quite inhabitable, at least as inspected from without.

-- I will wait for a while -- the coachman remarks. -- Not many are granted entrance here. ---

Mister Witherly volunteers to announce their presence. The door knocker is a heavy thing of iron, in the shape of a hand grasping a sphere. Its sound echoes hollowly from within. After a longer time than one might expect, it is opened slowly and with much creaking. The servant who appears is an older man dressed in livery of fine quality but somewhat worn by time.

-- What business have you here? -- His tone is just barely on the proper side of the line between formality and insolence.

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 3:12 am**

"Good day," says Henry. "I am Dr. Henry North, Earl of Dunwich. Are your master and mistress at home? My companions and I have come a long way to visit them, and we bring a letter addressed to them."

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 3:56 am**

-- I have no master. Give me the letter and I will give it to my mistress. You will wait outside. --

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 4:00 am**

Henry turns to his companions. One of them carries the letter.

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 4:09 pm**

Ines hands the letter over.

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 7:21 pm**

Without a word of acknowledgement the servant takes the letter and shuts the door on the party. After an unreasonably long time he returns. He tosses the letter on the ground.

-- The Chevalière LaMont directs me to advise you that she is not amenable to chantage --

(Miss Davenport will be able to translate this latter term as roughly equivalent to "blackmail" or "extortion.")

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 10:12 pm**

"That is not why we are here," says Ines with a little heat. "The child is her blood. Does that mean nothing?"

Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 12:55 am**

The passionate words of the Gypsy girl seem to have reached the ears of the Chevalière LaMont. In a few moments footsteps can be heard echoing through what must be cavernous rooms. Soon an elderly woman dressed in fine, if somewhat old-fashioned clothing, heavily powdered and wigged, emerges. She pushes aside the servant roughly. Despite her advanced age, she stands tall and straight. It is apparent that her body and will are as strong as those of a much younger woman.

"I have not heard English spoken here for many months. Are you another one of my late son's dalliances? And who are these others with you?"

She points an intricately carved ivory cane -- which is obviously used more for dramatic effect than as an aid in walking -- at Doctor North.

"You claim to be an Earl. Then you must understand why it is impossible for me to accept the claim of a commoner that she bears my son's child. Half the wanton beauties in France and England might say the same! No! I am the last of the LaMonts."

Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 4:01 am**

"I understand your skepticism," says Henry, "but what reason would she have to lie? She asks for nothing. Would you not like it to be true, to know that you are not the last of your line, but that you have kin?"

Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 8:22 pm**

Spoiler:

The Chevalière LaMont appears to be somewhat mollified by the aristocratic bearing and courtly manner of Doctor North.

"Hmmm. I suppose it would be best to ensure that no usurper attempts to claim a title for her bastard to which she has no claim. Come in, you and your servants, and let us discuss the matter."

Although this may not be the exact response expected, it is sufficient to allow the party to enter the chateau. The Chevalière LaMont marches into the great hall, not looking back to see is she is being followed.

Spoiler:

As the Chevalière LaMont invites the adventurers to be seated and introductions are made. (She is obviously surprised to discover that there is only one servant present, but is too polite to mention the matter.) Her servant is directed to provide light refreshments. Light conversation, concerning the weather (which is beginning to grow cold) and other such matters, begins.

At this point all of the adventurers hear a low moaning sound coming from a distant, apparently unused part of the chateau. The Chevalière LaMont takes no notice.

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 3:06 am**

"Thank you for your hospitality, Madame," says Henry. "Did you hear a sound in the distance just now?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 3:10 am**

"You must pardon me, sir," she replies. "I am slightly deaf. The infirmities of age, you understand."

She exchanges a look with the servant, who goes off to perform some unspoken errand. It is remarkable that, up to this moment, the lady has responded to all conversation as if she has not missed a word.

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 3:33 am**

Trying to emulate the small talk she has observed among her social betters, Ines remarks that Paris has been a delightful experience.

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 3:38 am**

Spoiler:

"Really," drawls the old woman. "It has certainly not changed your . . . unassuming aspect." She glances up and down at Ines as if taking her measure, then looks away with a sigh.

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 9:56 am**

"Please accept our sympathies for the loss of your son," Lila says as tactfully as possible. "Was it very recent? It must have been hard for you with no husband for support."

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 7:26 pm**

The Chevalière LaMont does not reply for a moment. "It has been several months since I lost Pierre," she replies at last. "Not long after he returned from England on one of his excursions. I am afraid he had a taste for pleasures found only in other levels of society than his own." She offers a slight smile. "Perhaps you are not unacquainted with such, if I do not misjudge. I have been a widow for many years, and I may not have supplied the proper discipline offered by a father. In any case, it is evident that, whatever the young woman in question may have told you, even if it may be the truth, I cannot acknowledge the child as a LaMont. I am afraid that your errand has been in vain. If there is nothing else I can do for you..." She rises to her feet, the ivory cane held firmly in hand.

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 8:46 pm**

Ines's head knows she shouldn't say this, but she can't help herself: "But surely if you acknowledged him it would mean your family could go on. Isn't that a good thing?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 9:19 pm**

With a sniff, the lady replies "I am not certain that you are entirely familiar with the responsibilities of a noble bloodline. The subject is closed."

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 5:51 am**

"I do understand those burdens, Madame," says Henry with sympathy. "It is not always an advantage to be of noble birth, especially in times such as these. I was hoping we could ask you some questions, seeing as we are newly arrived in Paris and have limited knowledge."

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 11:28 am**

"Would you allow us ladies the use of your indoor convenience while you converse with the doctor?" Lila asks, rising and motioning to Ines. This is a pretext: she covertly intends to investigate the source of that disturbing moaning sound.

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 3:35 pm**

The Chevalière LaMont simply nods in response to Miss Davenport's inquiry and waves a hand vaguely in what is evidently the direction of the necessary. Directing her attention to Doctor North, she asks "What else do you wish to know?" There is a slight note of impatience in her tone.

As Ines and Miss Davenport proceed on their covert mission, the low moaning sound, now somewhat muffled, is heard again. It seems to come from a remote part of the chateau, past corridors where paintings have been removed from the walls and the furniture covered with cloths. It is evident that a considerable portion of the estate is no longer in use. Investigation of the sound will require quick wits, stealth, and good fortune. And where is that servant?

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 8:25 pm**

Is the floor dusty in this part of the building? (And if so, is there a trail of footprints?).

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 8:38 pm**

Ines has cleverly noticed that footprints can be seen in the dust that covers otherwise unused floors. They lead off into a dark and secluded area of the chateau. The choice remains as to whether they should be followed or not.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 12:56 am**

"We have heard that there has been unrest in Paris lately," says Henry, showing the Chevalière the drawing. "These have been appearing throughout Paris, but we don't know who is printing them or where they are doing it. The woman is Violette Dupray, and she has gone mad. She fancies herself Joan of Arc. Have you heard anything about her or her followers?"

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 1:52 am**

"I am entirely unacquainted with such a person. Nor do I associate with printers or any other such low artisans. As for unrest -- well! If only each person would accept that they were born to a certain level of society there would soon be an end to that! If they raise their hands against their betters, I would recommend that they be used to test Doctor Guilloitin's proposed mechanism."

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 2:19 am**

Unless the moaning sound is obviously coming from a different direction from where the footprints go, Ines will be for following them (though Miss Davenport is very much her superior in stealth), on the assumption that the serant's errand was related to the first time it was heard.

The other side of the dust's coin is that there will be no concealing that the pair came here - if we're discovered, we could say Ines wandered off, and Miss Davenport came in search of her, not wanting to trouble anyone else over it - it seems the kind of thing the Chevalière would believe.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 3:23 am**

"I too am an inventor," says Henry, "though my inventions are designed to preserve life rather than take it. Still, I can see the necessity for such a device. There is another less savory inventor, an Austrian named Roterstein. His inventions not only take life, but they do so gratuitously and cruelly, not like the swift decapitation promised by Doctor Guillotin's proposal. Have you ever heard of this Roterstein, or do you know of someone who might?"

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 9:52 am**

"I suggest that you remain here to distract the servant if necessary, while I take a quick look," Lila says quietly to Ines.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 11:51 am**

Ines will do as Miss Davenport says. She will wait in a spot where she is concealed from the view of the inhabited part of the house, but clearly visible from the disused area - so that if the servant returns, he will see her.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 5:12 pm**

"I know not that name," the Chevalière replies. "I am not overly fond of Germans, with their harsh and barbaric language, the influence from which, if you will forgive me, your own tongue is not entirely free." She pauses a moment, then cries loudly, "Henri! Henri! Where is that cursed fellow? Shall I have to track him down, and those two inordinately delayed females? Henri, I say!" She stamps her cane on the floor and begins to walk in the direction to which she directed the ladies.

Ines is able to clearly hear the approaching footsteps and the continued rapping of the cane.
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Miss Davenport, creeping silently in the direction of the muffled cries, comes upon a niche from which the sound emerges. There is a heavy stone door with a narrow slit, such as might be found in an ancient dungeon. A single candle in a holder, now set in a corner of the room, illuminates the sight within. Peering through the niche, one can see the servant Henri, engaged in tying a gag around the mouth of a young man. The young man is pale and thin, as if he has not seen the light of day or obtained proper victuals for some time. He is dressed in clothing of fine quality but now soiled and worn nearly to rags. There has evidently been a struggle between the two, to the disfavor of the young man. This is not surprising, given that his movements are hampered by the fact that his leg is shackled to the floor by a short chain tied to a heavy post. Henri finishes his task and steps back.

-- You may have that off when you have learnt silence! --

He picks up the candle, obviously ready to return from his errand.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 6:25 pm**

"You should not have to go to the trouble of searching for him yourself, Madame," says Henry. "This is why we have servants. Since your own are not present, my valet Ivan here could find Henri for you."

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 7:19 pm**

Appalled by what she has seen, Lila hurries back to rejoin Ines. Clearly action must be taken but she would rather have Doctor North and Ivan present in any confrontation.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 9:21 pm**

Ines swiftly uses the hem of her dress to scuff the dust between her hiding place and nearest corner Miss Davenport went past. Should the Chevalière look at the floor with any care, it would give them away regardless, but this way Ines might be able to pass herself off as having come this far alone, and no further - she will return to her hiding place in case the Chevalière passes by without looking at the floor - otherwise she will try to look furtive as if she were looking for something to steal (if there is a small ornament nearby, which may compound this illusion, she will pick it up).

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 10:41 pm**

The various movements of all bring them together in one room. Henri and the Chevalière exchange a glance and a nod.

"I trust," she says to her guests, "that the demands of the flesh have been sufficiently dealt with, as well as what I can only refer to as an extraordinary amount of curiosity. Was it not your own Ben Jonson who remarked that 'care will kill a cat'? I caution you against excessive interest in affairs that are not your concern. I bid you good day."

-- Henri, show these . . . people . . . out. --

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 12:19 am**

"Thank you again, Madame," says Henry. "We shall take our leave now. We have taken up enough of your time."

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 1:49 am**

This entire encounter having not taken even an hour's time, the coachman still remains without, tending to his steeds. He is ready to convey the party where they will.

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 2:59 am**

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 11:22 am**

Lila quickly relates to the others what she saw in the dungeon room. "It may not pertain to our primary task but I cannot countenance leaving that man to suffer such treatment. From his fine clothing I am given to wonder if he may not be her supposedly deceased son, the Chevalier, himself. Perhaps for now we should continue our search for Violette DuPray by some other avenue and I, and anyone who wishes to accompany me, will return here under cover of night to attempt to liberate this poor fellow."

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 7:46 pm**

"Certainly I will come," says Ines.

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 9:28 pm**

"I also," remarks Mister Witherly, "if you will have me. Shall we return to Paris to make our plans or stay here and wait until nightfall?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 10:43 pm**

"I expect her servant is watching us to see what we do. They will know if we do not leave."

Posted: **Tue Aug 01, 2017 5:46 am**

"You are right, of course," says Henry. "We must leave and then return after dark. I am with you as well, though I am not skilled at sneaking about."

Posted: **Tue Aug 01, 2017 9:45 am**

"Shall we take luncheon at one of the public houses in the Latin Quartier?" Lila suggests. "Perhaps we will be afforded the opportunity to make further inquiries of the locals concerning the cards, or the outlaw professor."

Posted: **Tue Aug 01, 2017 7:41 pm**

The coachman, having heard some of this discussion, has a suggestion, which he relates to Miss Davenport.

-- If you wish to contact all levels of society, you would do well to pay a visit to the Palais-Royal. --

After some questioning, it is established that this palace, under the control of Louis Philippe Joseph II d'Orléans (a close relative of the King), consists of a large complex of buildings and gardens. Just a few years ago the outermost of these have been opened to the public as a sort of marketplace. (Louis Phillipe is a man of liberal mind, despite his high station as the Duke of Orleans. It is said that he favors a constitutional monarchy, much like that of George III, rather than the absolute monarchy of Louis XVI.) It is located just across the Seine from the area of the city where the party is staying.

Upon arrival it can be seen that the gardens and their surrounding buildings are as busy with activity as any beehive. Merchants and artisans of all kinds cry out their wares and persons of noble blood stroll leisurely not far from where prostitutes openly ply their trade. Fine luxury goods are seen behind glass windows; members of the middle level of society walk by and imagine being able to afford such luxuries. One might refer to this as "window shopping." For those in search of conversation, there are salons, cafes, and bookshops, as well as many purveyors of comestibles.

Posted: **Wed Aug 02, 2017 5:06 am**

"I think I should visit a salon," says Henry. "That sounds like a good place to discuss inventors and inventions."

Posted: **Wed Aug 02, 2017 10:16 am**

"Meanwhile perhaps I shall stroll among the food-sellers and bookshops in the marketplace," Lila says. "It occurs to me, looking at this crude drawing and the word Libertie that such radical sentiments are oft more likely to be found clandestinely among the proletariat. Bookshops in particular are said to attract those of the liberal persuasion. Mister Witherly, whom shall you accompany?"

She wonders too about those such as the prostitutes, who are likely to be privy to all kinds of secrets, though it would be highly improper for her to openly approach them.

Posted: **Wed Aug 02, 2017 9:35 pm**

After a bit of wandering, Doctor North and Miss Carrow (along with their loyal companions, Ivan and Lucky) are able to find a salon of English expatriates. They are of an artistic, literary, and scholarly nature, having sought intellectual enlightenment in the French capital. They are amused by the little vixen and charmed by the lady, who serve as a fine way to (as Samuel Butler phrased it in his famous satiric poem Hudibras) "break the ice" which always serves as an obstacle between those who have not been properly introduced.

After some light conversation, a young poet remarks "And which of the Muses leads you here to her temple, my Lord? Urania, perhaps? Or," with a nod to Miss Carrow, "are you a worshipper of Erato?"

_______________________________________________________________________________________

"I will be by your side as long as you wish," Mister Witherly replies. He and Miss Davenport make discreet inquiries of the sellers of food. Most plead ignorance, but a few (whose tongues have been loosened by more coins than would be strictly required for the provisions purchased) admit that a woman in armor has sometimes been seen being transported in a small boat back and forth between the Quartier Latin and the Île de la Cité under cover of darkness. One volunteers more information in a hurried whisper.

-- The Maid has come again to save France from tyranny! I say no more. --

The pair move on to a bookseller who has a number of volumes in English among his stock.

"A good day to you, my friends from across the sea," he says. "I have here a fine translation of Candide. It is most amusing! Or is there something else I can find for you? Poetry, history, philosophy?"

_____________________________________________________________________

Spoiler:

Posted: **Thu Aug 03, 2017 3:59 am**

"Urania is the muse that guides me, yes," says Henry, "for I am a scientist and an inventor, as well as a doctor. Although, in another sense Miss Carrow here is my muse. She inspires me in a way that none other can."

Posted: **Thu Aug 03, 2017 4:04 am**

Ines will try listening to the prostitutes until she finds some who seem to speak English or Spanish. If she does, she will try to engage them in conversation, as her aspect and manner of dress should make it possible to pass herself as one of them.

Posted: **Thu Aug 03, 2017 10:58 am**

The Île de la Cité, Lila thinks. Where the Cathedral of Our Lady stands.

"Do you perhaps have any volumes of history concerning ancient sites in the south-east of England?" she asks the bookseller, partly as she feels it prudent to at least make a purchase if she is to ask for his help, partly as another attempt at solving the riddle of Rochester and the Wraith. "Also, I would suppose that you meet a goodly amount of interesting and creative individuals as customers of your shop, sir. I wonder if you may know of any connection between the Île de la Cité and those of a, shall we say, liberal compulsion?"

Posted: **Fri Aug 04, 2017 8:41 pm**

Mr. Handy wrote:

"Urania is the muse that guides me, yes," says Henry, "for I am a scientist and an inventor, as well as a doctor. Although, in another sense Miss Carrow here is my muse. She inspires me in a way that none other can."

There are murmurs of approval from those present. "Prettily said, sir," replies one young man. "I may say that your evident courtesy and gentleness of manner do you much credit. Not so for another man of science who attempted to participate in our modest discussions some time ago." He turns to another. "What was that blasted fellow's name?"

"Redstone," the other answers.

"Oh, yes. I recall now. Unpleasant chap. I trust your own researches are of a more humane nature than his mad schemes!"

Posted: **Fri Aug 04, 2017 8:53 pm**

SunlessNick wrote:

Ines will try listening to the prostitutes until she finds some who seem to speak English or Spanish. If she does, she will try to engage them in conversation, as her aspect and manner of dress should make it possible to pass herself as one of them.

If successful,She will relate a story about a "German or something," who said he was a scientist, but left her with a very frightening feelings. The other girls should be careful if they run into him.

After some time amongst the demimondaines (and after turning aside a few propositions), Ines comes across a pair conversing in Spanish. After some questioning, it turns out that an unpleasant man who called himself Piedraroja attempted to find a woman willing to have her capacity to bear pain tested. He was willing to pay a great deal, but they refused him.

Posted: **Fri Aug 04, 2017 8:55 pm**

Wruter wrote:

The Île de la Cité, Lila thinks. Where the Cathedral of Our Lady stands.

"Do you perhaps have any volumes of history concerning ancient sites in the south-east of England?" she asks the bookseller, partly as she feels it prudent to at least make a purchase if she is to ask for his help, partly as another attempt at solving the riddle of Rochester and the Wraith. "Also, I would suppose that you meet a goodly amount of interesting and creative individuals as customers of your shop, sir. I wonder if you may know of any connection between the Île de la Cité and those of a, shall we say, liberal compulsion?"

"Hmm," the booksellers muses. "Let me see."

He searches through his stock.

Spoiler:

"I have here a very fine treatise on Stonehenge," he says at last. "However, if my knowledge of your pleasant island does not fail me, that is not the exact location in which you are particularly interested. Would that be satisfactory? As to the other matter you mention, it is said that certain elements of society dissatisfied with the current state of affairs meet well after midnight somewhere near the Cathedral. This is mere hearsay, to be sure."

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 1:47 am**

Victoria Silverwolf wrote:After some questioning, it turns out that an unpleasant man who called himself Piedraroja attempted to find a woman willing to have her capacity to bear pain tested. He was willing to pay a great deal, but they refused him.

Do they know where this happened?

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 1:59 am**

SunlessNick wrote:
Victoria Silverwolf wrote:After some questioning, it turns out that an unpleasant man who called himself Piedraroja attempted to find a woman willing to have her capacity to bear pain tested. He was willing to pay a great deal, but they refused him.
Do they know where this happened?

-- Why, here in the Palais-Royal, of course, late one night. --

-- Now we only work during the day. One encounters a better class of clientele under the light of the sun, although perhaps not so many as under the stars, -- adds the other.

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 3:31 am**

Victoria Silverwolf wrote:-- Why, here in the Palais-Royal, of course, late one night. --

-- Now we only work during the day. One encounters a better class of clientele under the light of the sun, although perhaps not so many as under the stars, -- adds the other.

Ines thanks them, not least for the relief of finding someone speaking a familiar language, and purchases a pastry for each of them (and for herself). After that, she will venture in search of the others. If Roterstein is seeking out women to test in this way, the company may be able to lay a trap for him.

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 4:49 am**

"Thank you for the warm welcome," says Henry, realizing that Redstone is the English equivalent of Roterstein. "I am a physician, and my inventions are designed to preserve life. I've heard of this disreputable fellow before. His inventions not only are made to kill, but they do so in gruesome ways. Can you please describe Redstone, and do you know where he might be found? I'd like to give him a piece of my mind."

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 9:35 am**

Lila purchases the Candide as a gift for Mister Witherly -- perhaps it will provide an amusing distraction for him in his bereavement -- and thanks the bookseller before heading toward the salon to rejoin the others.

It seems a visit to the the Île de la Cité and the great Cathedral may shortly be in order, however for tonight there is the matter of the captive at the LaMont estate to attend to.

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 1:46 pm**

The ladies of easy virtue are appreciative for the unexpected treat, and continue to chatter away with Ines like schoolgirls.

-- If you should ever wish to join our little sisterhood, we can show you a few tricks of the trade. --

________________________________________________________________________________________________________

A gentleman of artistic temperament attempts to paint a portrait in words of Redstone.

"He is a man of uncertain age; although his face is smooth and without blemish, like a young boy, the few hairs upon his large and round head are of a dirty gray color, and hang nearly down into his eyes. Those eyes! Enormous, deeply set, and of a peculiar milky shade, as if they were opals sunk into the earth. His skin is sallow, as if he suffers from a mild form of jaundice. He is very tall, and tends to walk with his head forward and his back bent, like a vulture. His voice is soft and he speaks with a slight lisp, as if a serpent were to be given voice. His clothing is simple, dark in color, and scrupulously clean; I have sometimes seen him pluck away a few stray strands from his coat while describing some horror or other. As to where he might be found, I can only hope that he is as far away as the Antipodes!"

There is general agreement with this sentiment.

_______________________________________________________________________________

Mister Witherly accepts the gift of the book gratefully, taking hold of Miss Davenport's hand for a moment.

"There is so little kindness in this world." He withdraws the pencil he always keeps about his person, ready to sketch an interesting scene. "Might I request the very great favor of having you inscribe some simple message upon this slim volume, that it might always remind me of you?"

_____________________________________________________________________________________________

The adventurers make their various ways back to the inn, where they are able to rest themselves and share what information they possess, as they make plans for tonight's excursion.

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 2:09 pm**

Between the description Dr North secured of Roterstein and the stories told by the prostitutes, Ines has a suggestion that if the company's other leads do not locate him, she would be able to present herself as the kind of woman he is preying upon - the others could keep watch, and either apprehend him on the spot, or follow when he takes Ines to his lair.

But that must wait for the moment. As for the LaMont estate, Ines will suggest waiting until an hour or two past midnight before attempting to break back in. "The Chevalière may anticipate our return and have Henri on watch. The delay will give him time to get tired, bored, or careless."

Posted: **Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:09 pm**

Somewhat flushed, Lila writes: To my dear George, a reminder that light may be found in darkness. With affection,--Lila

Later, she agrees with Ines' suggestion. "We may find ourselves relying upon Ivan's strength to break into the cell."

Posted: **Sun Aug 06, 2017 12:50 am**

"Yes, it is a good plan," says Henry to Ines. "It is courageous of you to act as bait if we can't find Roterstein another way. I hope it does not come to that."

Posted: **Sun Aug 06, 2017 1:03 am**

Ines smiles at the compliment. "I confess I hope so too. But their lives are dangerous enough, and it would have taken only a little more ill fortune for it to be my life also. If he is using them in his evil experiments, he must be stopped however we can, even if he were not involved with Violette DuPray."

Posted: **Sun Aug 06, 2017 12:53 pm**

The bold adventurers agree to make their journey back to the LaMont chateau in the small hours of the night. Taking care to be well-rested, they sleep the afternoon away. The same coachman as before, who asks no questions, conveys them and their equipment to an area not far from the estate. They make their way to the chateau on foot, by the dim light of a single lantern. The coachman has agreed to expect them back not long after dawn; if they have not arrived by then, he is to make his way back to Paris.

As the party arrives at the chateau all seems quiet. There is sufficient moonlight to enable them to approach in whatever manner they see fit.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sun Aug 06, 2017 2:30 pm**

"The cell is in a niche in a remote and disused part of the building," Lila recalls. "Given the general condition of ill-repair perhaps we will find a side door or cellar entrance which can be more easily breached."

She has brought a spare cloak for the captive man and a hammer and chisel which may be used to break his shackles, given to Ivan.

"Or perhaps we should rouse the servant Henri and I shall poke him with my dagger to make him open the cell for us," she adds darkly.

Posted: **Sun Aug 06, 2017 3:29 pm**

Ines cannot think of anything else to bring for the imprisoned man that Miss Davenport has not already done. She will make sure to have her brass knuckles handy, though. Do any of the company possess a crowbar?

Posted: **Sun Aug 06, 2017 5:29 pm**

Spoiler:

Having been advised by the practical-minded Gypsy as to its possible necessity, Mister Witherly agrees to carry the instrument referred to in Romeo and Juliet as an "iron crow."

Posted: **Sun Aug 06, 2017 9:28 pm**

Henry also recommends bringing lockpicks, as that would be a much quieter way of dealing with locked doors and the chains. While none of them is a footpad, he does know his way around mechanical devices. He has never picked a lock before, but it does not sound too difficult in theory to him. He also suggests oil for quieting squeaky hinges.

Posted: **Mon Aug 07, 2017 1:02 pm**

Upon arrival, Mister Witherly observes that the general plan of this modest chateau is not unlike that of the famous Pavillon de Louveciennes built for Madame du Barry upon the Seine. He is able to produce a sketch of that well-known structure from memory, adding the proviso that its interior details are not likely to be absolutely accurate. In particular, the small room wherein the young man is kept shackled is, obviously, without windows.

In the present instance, the left and central areas of the chateau are currently occupied, whilst the right side has fallen into disuse. It can be seen that there are multiple windows through which one might attempt to enter this area. Miss Davenport's memory reveals that the hidden room must be located somewhere between the rooms delineated in the diagram as the third salon and the cabinet.

Posted: **Mon Aug 07, 2017 1:36 pm**

"Shall we try the window of the third salon at the rear?"

Posted: **Mon Aug 07, 2017 2:10 pm**

Ines does not disagree.

Posted: **Mon Aug 07, 2017 3:37 pm**

The party walks quietly to the rear of the chateau. The only sound is the music of insects, itself subdued due to the coolness of the weather as autumn matures into the first hints of winter. The window into the salon is heavily curtained, as are all the windows of the chateau, as if they were lidded eyes. Brief experimentation reveals that it is latched from within, as is no doubt the case with all the other windows of the chateau.

"Who among us shall make use of the housebreaker's tools?" Mister Witherly inquires in a low whisper.

Posted: **Tue Aug 08, 2017 5:36 am**

"I think this calls more for finesse than brute force," whispers Henry. "An agile person using a thin object may be able to slip it through the crack and undo the latch."

Posted: **Tue Aug 08, 2017 9:55 am**

Lila volunteers herself for the task.

Posted: **Wed Aug 09, 2017 8:57 pm**

Spoiler:

Miss Davenport's skilled hands are able to open the window easily. The oil so cleverly used to reduce the sound of rusty hinges functions admirably. Moonlight shines into the room, revealing little save furniture covered with cloth. It remains to be seen who will enter the room, and who will remain behind to keep watch. As the fable says, who will bell the cat?

Posted: **Wed Aug 09, 2017 10:56 pm**

Miss Davenport is the only one who has seen either the prison or the prisoner. Ivan's strength may be necessary to free the man, and he may need Dr North's medical expertise, while Miss Carrow is the most reassuring presence we have. Thus it seems Mr Witherly or Ines should be the one to keep watch. Of the two, Ines is the most likely to be able to pass herself off as acting alone.

Posted: **Thu Aug 10, 2017 5:11 am**

Henry agrees with Ines's assessment.

Posted: **Thu Aug 10, 2017 7:17 pm**

"If I may venture an opinion," Mister Witherly remarks, "I do not consider it seemly to allow a member of the gentler sex to remain without escort in such a hazardous situation. I shall remain here also." He gives the iron crow to the mighty Ivan.

That being settled, the others proceed to enter the room through the large window without difficulty. The silvery moon and the low glow of a single lantern combine to cast an eerie light across the dusty floor. It will be impossible to avoid leaving traces of entry.

The sheets that cover the furniture might be taken for ghosts by one of vivid imagination. To the right there is an opening to a somewhat larger room which appears to be one of those in current use by the occupants of the chateau. To the left there is another window, through which the watchful Ines and Mister Witherly may be seen. Directly ahead is a small alcove in the wall, at about a man's height. Slightly to the right of it is a narrow connecting hallway between this room and the great hall. Slightly to the left of it is a small door; from Mister Witherly's sketch it may be guessed that this leads to a storage area of sorts, which also connects to the room designated as a cabinet.

From Miss Davenport's previous experience it can be deduced that the room containing the prisoner was reached when she passed from the great hall to the large, central salon, somewhere to the right. It is not immediately evident what might be the most direct way to reach it from this room.

All is still, save for the haunting, piercingly lovely cry of a nightingale.

Posted: **Fri Aug 11, 2017 4:59 am**

Henry glances at the small door and looks at the others with questioning silence. It is better in his mind to avoid the larger rooms, as servants may still be about even at this late hour.

Posted: **Fri Aug 11, 2017 12:13 pm**

Lila nods in acknowledgment.

Posted: **Fri Aug 11, 2017 7:04 pm**

Opening the small door reveals a room containing mops, buckets, and such equipment as is required for general housekeeping. The room is small and quite dark; only one person at a time will be able to enter, and will have to make a path past all these things to reach the other door, leading to the cabinet.

Posted: **Fri Aug 11, 2017 7:25 pm**

Being of more nimble body than Doctor North and Ivan, Lila volunteers to go first and see what may lie behind the other door - though it strikes her that bringing the captive back this way may prove difficult.

Posted: **Fri Aug 11, 2017 7:44 pm**

Spoiler:

As gracefully as a sylph Miss Davenport is able to cross the storage room without making a sound. The door on the other side opens easily. The beam of light from the lantern she carries reveals a typical cabinet; a room of no great size where an individual may retreat for the purpose of study and meditation. There are shelves of books, a table covered with papers, inkwells, and quills, and a pair of chairs. Upon the desk, like an omen, lies a human skull, perhaps intended as a memento mori for those who make use of this room.

To the left is a small window, through which a moonlit garden may be seen. To the right is a larger door than the one through which Miss Davenport entered, which leads to the great hall. Across the room is a small door which, according to the sketch, must lead to the garderobe, where one answers the calls of nature. From the experience of the daytime, the secret room must somehow be accessible nearby, although it is not immediately evident how this may be accomplished.

Posted: **Fri Aug 11, 2017 8:11 pm**

Lila goes to inspect the garderobe, glancing curiously at the skull as she passes.

Posted: **Fri Aug 11, 2017 8:45 pm**

The garderobe is appointed as one expects. It is fortunate that it has been recently cleaned. There is a door to the right leading to the great hall, and a high widow directly ahead, obviously intended to admit light and air whilst forbidding visibility from without.

Having surveyed these rooms, it must be deduced that entrance to the secret room must either be through the great hall (from which Miss Davenport was able to find it previously, given the prisoner's groans as a guide to its location) or from some hidden entryway on this side of the chateau, discovery of which will require careful examination.

Posted: **Sat Aug 12, 2017 5:55 am**

"Many wealthy homes have secret passages for the servants to move about undetected," whispers Henry. "My own castle has them. We should search to see if we can find one. There could be one hidden behind the bookshelves, we just need to find the mechanism to open it. Maybe there's a switch or something concealed on the desk. Perhaps the skull hides it." He begins examining the bookshelves looking for any sign of a secret passage or the means to open it.

Posted: **Sat Aug 12, 2017 4:56 pm**

The bookshelves are dominated by the thirty-five volumes of Encyclopédie ou Dictionnaire raisonné des sciences, des arts et des métiers of Messieurs Diderot and d'Alembert. There are also popular novels, including the rather scandalous Les Liaisons dangereuses of Pierre Choderlos de Laclos.

Doctor North attempts to examine the books cautiously.

Spoiler:

He makes not a sound as he explores with nimble fingers each tome.

Spoiler:

A sudden burst of insight leads him to pull The Castle of Otranto (the second edition, in which Horace Walpole acknowledges his authorship) from the shelf. Not only is it the only English work to be found, rendering it notable, but its fantastic content -- including secret passages! -- is appropriate, denoting an ironical sense of humor on the part of the one who selected it.

Once the volume is removed an ingenious mechanical arrangement causes the bookshelf to slide noiselessly aside, revealing a small opening to prisoner's cell. He can be barely seen by the lantern's glow, as if the gloomy environs in which he is kept absorb the light that enters. At first one might think him dead, but it soon becomes clear that he is in a very deep sleep, brought on no doubt by exhaustion.

Posted: **Sun Aug 13, 2017 2:08 am**

Henry bows and steps aside to allow Lila to enter first.

Posted: **Sun Aug 13, 2017 11:06 am**

"Ivan, can you free him from his shackle as quietly as possible?"

Posted: **Sun Aug 13, 2017 4:21 pm**

Spoiler:

Although the giant Russian is not known for moving silently, in this case, perhaps due to some feeling of sympathy for the prisoner, he is as quiet as the proverbial mouse. The slumbering young man stirs uneasily in his sleep as Ivan seizes the shackles and, with a mighty effort, bends the iron band sufficiently to allow it to be removed from the fellow's ankle.

Spoiler:

This rouses the dreamer at last. He opens his eyes (which, even in this dim light, can be seen to be of an extraordinarily pale blue shade, nearly white) and stares at his rescuers in evident surprise.

"Am I dead at last?" he says weakly. Gazing at Ivan, he continues "Have you come to escort me to Perdition? Or," with a glance at Miss Carrow, "to Paradise?"

Posted: **Sun Aug 13, 2017 7:47 pm**

"Neither, sir," Lila replies. She briefly makes introductions and recounts how they came to learn of his mistreatment. "There is little time, for we risk discovery. Are you strong enough to rise? We have friends waiting without. But -- who are you, sir?"

Posted: **Sun Aug 13, 2017 9:14 pm**

"You are in good hands, sir," whispers Henry. "I am a physician, and I can aid you. If you are not strong enough to stand and walk on your own, my man Ivan here can carry you."

Posted: **Sun Aug 13, 2017 9:32 pm**

With some effort, the young man is able to stand. "I am able to ambulate my person, if it be not at an excessive pace. As to my identity," he adds, with a nod to Miss Davenport, "that is something of a mystery. I am unable to recall from whence I came to this place, nor for what reason, nor, indeed, even my own name. It is as if a fine mist has entered my brain, and clouded my memory. Whither are we bound?"

He seems strangely calm, given his situation.

Posted: **Mon Aug 14, 2017 3:20 am**

"We are bound for our lodgings in Paris," Henry whispers, thinking that Paris has elements of both Perdition and Paradise. "From there, we can plan what to do next. I suggest we depart with all due haste."

Posted: **Mon Aug 14, 2017 8:09 pm**

"I will come," the young man says quietly. The party is able to make its way back outside with little trouble, now that they are familiar with the chateau. Mister Witherly and Ines report no activity whilst the others were within. The adventurers are able to walk back to the coach. The driver is surprised to see the new arrival.

-- And who might this be? He shall have to ride next to me, unless another wishes to take his place. There is no more room inside. --

Posted: **Mon Aug 14, 2017 8:19 pm**

[OOC: I think my connection problems are solved]

Ines volunteers to take the outside seat, unless the coachman objects.

Posted: **Mon Aug 14, 2017 8:47 pm**

The driver offers a wide grin and speaks softly in his own language to Ines. Although she is not able to understand the words, his tone and manner is clear. During the short ride back to the inn he continues to chatter, patting the Gypsy's hand now and then in a familiar manner. Assisting her down from the coach upon arrival, he offers perhaps a bit more help than is strictly required.

All is quiet at the inn. The young man has not spoken during the journey, but only wears a slight smile.

Posted: **Tue Aug 15, 2017 12:31 am**

That is more or less what Ines was expecting, but hopefully it will have taken the coachman's mind off of anything else to do with the evening. She will treat herself to a fortifying drink when the company are under the lodging roof again, though.

Posted: **Tue Aug 15, 2017 3:29 am**

The innkeeper is able to provide a strong, if not particularly delicious, brandy to those members of the party who which to indulge.

-- It is just the thing when one has been out on a chilly night -- he says with a wink, no doubt speculating on what activities have sent the adventurers out so late.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Tue Aug 15, 2017 5:37 am**

Henry buys a meal, and some brandy if he wants it, for the man they rescued, though he does not imbibe himself. He knows he will need his wits about him.

Posted: **Tue Aug 15, 2017 9:36 am**

Lila turns down the brandy in order to focus on the mystery of the young man. "It is most puzzling. What reason could Madame LaMont have for imprisoning you so?
Doctor North, do you recognize the signs of his condition? Can his memory be restored by science?"

Posted: **Tue Aug 15, 2017 7:02 pm**

The young man only asks for water. (This is somewhat unusual; as all well know, it is safer to mix a little wine or ale with one's water, common experience revealing that this purifies it in some manner.) Perhaps surprisingly, Mister Witherly indulges.

Spoiler:

Upon examination of the fellow's head, Doctor North's phrenological skill is able to deduce that a blow on the back of the skull (evidence for which may be found in the form of a lump) has injured the organ of memory. The only known cure, other than the passage of time, is the inducing of a mesmeric trance by one skilled in dealing with animal magnetism.

Posted: **Wed Aug 16, 2017 5:08 am**

"The memory loss was caused by a blow to the back of the head," says Henry. "The memories may return in time, but there is a possible way to bring them back sooner: Mesmerism. I have not been trained in that technique, but we are in Paris. Mesmer himself spent quite some time here, and though he left a few years ago, no doubt he had numerous students. We can probably find them by going back to the Sorbonne."

Posted: **Wed Aug 16, 2017 10:53 pm**

Ines pays as much attention as she can to the conversation, though it is obvious the brandy has dulled her wits somewhat.

Posted: **Fri Aug 18, 2017 3:59 am**

After obtaining some well-deserved rest, the party wakens at a fairly late hour. Their fast is broken, plainly but adequately. The young man seems to have recovered a portion of his bodily strength, but not that of his mind. He remains quietly co-operative and as helpful as his nervous disability allows. He prefers to remain in the room he shares with Doctor North, Ivan, and Mister Witherly until later in the afternoon. Mister Witherly agrees to stay and keep a watchful eye on him.

Whilst discussing their strategy for the day, a conversation is overheard from another part of the public room of the inn. The gist of the discussion, once it has been translated from French, is that someone has been making discreet inquiries in many parts of the city as to the whereabouts of one who matches the description of the young man. It is a topic of interest because a substantial reward has been promised for his return, no questions asked.

Posted: **Fri Aug 18, 2017 4:18 am**

"It is a good thing nobody but the innkeeper was here last night when we returned," Henry whispers to his companions. "It is also good that our friend wishes to remain in the room. I think we should pay the innkeeper a little something extra, to reward him for his discretion."

Posted: **Fri Aug 18, 2017 11:30 am**

"Let us hope the coachman remembers only a little of the ride back," says Ines drily.

Posted: **Fri Aug 18, 2017 12:20 pm**

Lila murmurs in agreement. "It seems if we are to unravel this mystery then we must convince one who has the skill of animal magnetism to come here if we dare not risk letting the fellow be seen in public."

Posted: **Sat Aug 19, 2017 3:19 am**

This information related to Mister Witherly, he agrees to stay with the young man while the party seeks out one skilled in mesmerism.

Inquiries are made at the Sorbonne. There was indeed a French physician, one Charles Nicolas d'Eslon, author of the noted work Observations sur le magnétisme animal, who was a student of Franz Anton Mesmer. As it must to all, however, death came to this esteemed gentleman a few years ago. Fortunately, a medical student familiar with d'Eslon's work is found, and informed of the need for one learned in the method.

--I am at your service, if my poor skills may be of any benefit. Where is the patient, and what seems to ail him? --

Posted: **Sat Aug 19, 2017 4:06 am**

"The patient is in a room at the inn where we are lodged, resting and recovering," says Henry. "He has suffered from a vicious blow to the back of his head which has induced amnesia. I am hoping that your skills will help him recover his lost memories."

Posted: **Sat Aug 19, 2017 7:01 am**

The student agrees to make the short journey to the inn and examine the patient.

-- I shall attempt to induce a mesmeric state. --

The procedure involves moving small magnets over the patient's limbs in an attempt to increase the flow of animal magnetism within his body. Once this has been accomplished, the patient is directed to continue staring at a candle's flame while the student speaks to him in a low, soft voice.

-- Sleep --

The single word is repeated multiple times.

Spoiler:

After quite some time, the student shrugs.

-- Many persons are unable to enter the mesmeric state, possibly due to an inborn deficiency in animal magnetism. I am sorry that I cannot help you. --

The young man seems entirely unaffected by the procedure.

The student offers what advice he can.

-- Other than waiting for the passage of time to restore his memory, the duration of which is unpredictable, I can only suggest exposing the patient to persons and places that may stir his brain. What these may be, of course, is difficult to determine if he cannot tell you who he is and from whence he came. Aside from that, one could only seek preternatural intervention, if one believes in such things. --

With that he takes his leave.

Posted: **Sat Aug 19, 2017 9:25 am**

"Show him the letter regarding the child's parentage," Lila suggests. "Perhaps he will recognize it. What if he is truly the supposedly-deceased Chevalier LaMont? The description of a young man at least seems to fit."

Posted: **Sat Aug 19, 2017 12:44 pm**

Ines does as Miss Davenport suggests, and produces the letter for the young man. She asks him, in English, to read it - the young woman in Rochester said she did not know French, which probably means the Chevalier knew English.

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:06 am**

"Good thinking," says Henry.

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 3:05 am**

The young man accepts the letter willingly and peruses it. As he continues, his lips move as if he is speaking, but he makes no sound. His eyes open wide. He clutches the letter in a firm grip, nearly tearing the pages as he nears the end. At last he stands up and tosses the letter to the floor.

"Of course," he says, as if to himself. "It all comes back to me now."

He blinks his eyes rapidly and looks at the adventurers as if seeing them for the first time. Without warning, he pushes Mister Witherly aside, nearly knocking him into other members of the party. In the confusion he rushes out the room and down the stairs to the main room of the inn. As the adventurers set out in pursuit, they can hear the startled cries of the innkeeper and what would seem to be the crash of furniture. By the time they reach the main room they hear rapid hoofbeats departing from the inn.

-- Stop him! -- one fellow cries. -- He has stolen my horse! --

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 3:31 am**

When the adventurers reach the street, which way are the bystanders looking and pointing? "The estate, do you think?" asks Ines. "Or the coast?"

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 4:10 am**

Henry hurries outside after the man, accompanied by Ivan.

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 4:16 am**

From the excited conversations all about them, the party is able to determine that the young man is headed in the general direction of the LaMont chateau, although whether this is his destination or not is impossible to determine.

-- He rode as if the Devil were behind him. -- remarks an onlooker.

Several of the men present discuss the possibility of pursuit, while a few are inclined to believe that this would be fruitless.

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 5:01 am**

"We must hurry," says Henry. "We should take the coach. At least we know where he's probably going."

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 5:27 am**

When the party arrives at the LaMont chateau, they are able to hear shouting coming from within. The voices appear to be those of the Chevalière and her servant, although the words cannot be made out. There is no sign of the young man or his steed, although there are obvious hoofprints about the place.

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:26 pm**

"Let's get close enough to hear what they're shouting," suggests Henry.

Posted: **Sun Aug 20, 2017 11:29 pm**

"What are they saying Miss Davenport?" asks Ines. "Is he there?" Ines's mind is returning to the image of the old man who said she would lead 'him' to his freedom and destruction.

Posted: **Tue Aug 22, 2017 4:28 pm**

The party is able to draw near enough to listen to the argument coming from within.

-- How did he escape? --

-- I do not know, Madame --

-- Why did he come back here? Where has he gone? --

-- I do not know, Madame --

-- Fool! Do you know nothing? Do you not know how dangerous the consequences might be? --

-- Yes, Madame --

-- Is anything missing? --

-- A sabre, Madame, that is all --

-- That is all, you say! A sabre in his hands! He must be stopped! --

-- Yes, Madame. I will set out after him at once --

The servant can be heard heading away from the great hall. Not much later the sound of hoofbeats echoes through the air.

Posted: **Tue Aug 22, 2017 7:04 pm**

"It seems our quarry has already moved on," Lila observes. "What if he truly is dangerous? Shall we follow Henri? Or shall we confront Madame LaMont while she is alone?"

Posted: **Wed Aug 23, 2017 2:16 am**

"We don't know where he's gone," says Henri, "and we can't count on the Chevalière telling us. We have to follow the servant. If we lose him, then we can always come back and talk to her."

Posted: **Wed Aug 23, 2017 3:22 am**

At Dr North's words, Ines turns and fair runs back toward the coach.

Posted: **Wed Aug 23, 2017 8:56 pm**

The hired coachman (who had been well paid for his discretion, and thinks this a fine adventure) is able to follow the young man's tracks easily. Evidently he has made little attempt to conceal the direction in which he is riding, and was more interested in haste.

-- If he continues this way, he will soon reach Versailles -- the coachman notes. -- Perhaps Louis is expecting a visitor? --

This possibility present complications. If the young man's intended destination is truly the famed palace of the French monarch, the adventurers may lose him among the hundreds of nobles and others in residence, and may themselves find entry difficult.

Posted: **Thu Aug 24, 2017 4:31 am**

"We must pursue," says Henry. "We cannot turn back now. If the young man truly is dangerous and has gone to Versailles, he could pose a threat to the King. We freed him and restored his memory, and the responsibility is ours."

Posted: **Thu Aug 24, 2017 3:14 pm**

"Yes," says Ines, sounding fearful.

Posted: **Thu Aug 24, 2017 7:43 pm**

It is a short ride to Versailles. The town proper is not so very much different from any community of modest size, save for the fact that many nobles and courtiers maintain a town-house there, as well as apartments in the palace. (The palace itself is home to thousands of residents, all but the most highly placed dwelling in one or two rooms. The exact position one occupies is a matter of much concern, and it is not uncommon to find one not currently in high favor with the royals assigned to a more distant, smaller, and less comfortable place.) Aside from this, there are the many servants, artisans, and tradesmen require to support so large a population. With so many comings and goings, it is impossible to trace the young man's progress any further. An intent single rider, of course, is swifter than any coach, given a good steed, so he must have arrived here some time before the adventurers.

-- Where now, my braves? -- the coachman inquires. -- There are many dens where a hare, or fox, may hide. --

Posted: **Thu Aug 24, 2017 8:40 pm**

"What of Henri the servant?" Lila wonders, peering around. "We were not so far behind him and he may have some notion of our quarry's intention here. If we follow him perhaps he will lead us to our goal."

Posted: **Fri Aug 25, 2017 12:52 am**

Spoiler:

So many horses have passed this way that it cannot be determined exactly where Henri may have gone. One can only be sure that it was not among those of the higher classes, given his servant's livery.

"I suppose we shall have to make inquiry somewhere," remarks Mister Witherly. "All manner of humanity appears to be represented among this throng."

Posted: **Fri Aug 25, 2017 4:13 am**

"Miss Davenport is the only one of us who speaks French," says Henry, "so she will need to take the lead. It might be best to ask the servants. Most people don't notice them, but they see everything, and they would probably share what they know for a gratuity. I can supply that."

Posted: **Fri Aug 25, 2017 10:00 am**

Lila agrees with Doctor North's idea. "A man carrying a sabre who presumably intends to make use of it ought to have been observed by at least a few bystanders. Would he be seeking to initiate a duel against some other nobleman with such a weapon, I wonder. Perhaps there is a likely place hereabouts for such occurrences."

Posted: **Fri Aug 25, 2017 10:49 am**

Ines agrees also, adding that Henri would likely have to ask the servants too, which means they may have heard of him even if not the young man.

Posted: **Fri Aug 25, 2017 7:26 pm**

Some questioning, accompanied by discreet passing of coins, soon establishes the fact that a manservant fitting the description of Henri had recently been in the area. Apparently he had lost track of his master, who was a little drunk.

Much discussion follows among the servants. (Perhaps the combination of easy money and a good excuse to interrupt their chores has led to this result.) It seems there is some disagreement as to the direction in which the tipsy master had fled.

-- He said something about going to see the animals -- remarks one. This is an apparent reference to the famous menagerie.

-- No, no. He was going to take a swim in the canal! -- states another, to much laughter.

A print of a map of Versailles, intended for curious tourists, is produced for a considerable sum.

It is immediately evident that the large, cross-shaped structure is the Grand Canal, and that the menagerie lies to the south of it. (The palace proper is to the east of the gardens, whose geometric forms may be seen next to the Grand Canal.)

Posted: **Sat Aug 26, 2017 3:56 am**

Posted: **Sat Aug 26, 2017 4:40 pm**

Mr. Handy wrote:
OOC,Where are we on the map now? Are we closer to the Grand Canal or to the menagerie?

Quickly orienting themselves, the party is able to determine that they are currently on the far right border of the map, in the town of Versailles proper. To reach either the Grand Canal or the menagerie, they must first pass by the palace (or, if so inclined, attempt to enter therein) and then pass through the gardens, at which point they will be the easternmost end of the canal, from which a path running southwest leads to the King's collection of rare and exotic animals.

Posted: **Sat Aug 26, 2017 6:56 pm**

"Let us head for the canal, from whence we can continue to the menagerie if needed," Lila suggests. "I am not certain if we should attempt to enter the palace or not in order to reach the gardens."

Posted: **Sat Aug 26, 2017 8:29 pm**

"By my observation," Mister Witherly observes after close examination of the map, "it is not necessary to enter the palace grounds to reach the gardens. Of course, one may encounter any sort of person within them."

Posted: **Sun Aug 27, 2017 1:59 am**

"I agree with Miss Davenport," says Henry. "I think it might be faster to bypass the palace grounds than to attempt to gain entry."

Posted: **Sun Aug 27, 2017 5:34 pm**

The party proceeds through the formal gardens as quickly as the large number of strollers permits. Every social class save the lowest is represented. The gardens themselves are masterpieces of the art of horticulture. Meticulously trimmed lawns and parterres of flowers (although these are somewhat diminished in color by the approach of autumn) and elaborately sculptured fountains delight the senses. Rows of lime and chestnut trees enhance the scene. In such a large and crowded area, one never knows what unusual encounter one may experience.

Spoiler:

To the obvious shock and disgust of the respectable members of society enjoying the gardens, a hideously mutilated man, dressed only in filthy rags, has somehow managed to evade the guards, who would never let such a one be seen here. His nose, ears, and lips have been grotesquely deformed; whether by accident, disease, or intention is not immediately evident. At first glance his visage resembles nothing so much as a living skull.

He stands directly in front of the adventurers with his arms wide open, as if to draw their attention.

Spoiler:

Although horrified by this apparition, Miss Carrow is able to avoid falling unconscious; an advantage indeed, if the party chooses to attempt to evade this person.

He croaks out words which are distorted by an apparent deformity of the tongue; but under this one can detect a surprisingly refined accent.

-- Help! I am not what I seem to be! --

Posted: **Sun Aug 27, 2017 6:06 pm**

If the man is speaking French, Ines will not know what he is saying, beyond the obvious fact that he is speaking to the company. She will look to Miss Davenport's reaction, though it is obvious she is anxious to press on.

Posted: **Sun Aug 27, 2017 6:46 pm**

Lila halts, translating the man's plea for the others. She looks to Doctor North. "Doctor, do you recognize such a physical affliction as this?"

Posted: **Sun Aug 27, 2017 8:14 pm**

Spoiler:

Drawing closer to the distressed man (an unpleasant experience, give the odor that emanates from him), it is possible to detect that the mutilations have been made with surgical precision.

The poor fellow, evidently in a state of complete exhaustion, collapses to the ground insensate.

Posted: **Sun Aug 27, 2017 11:33 pm**

Ines is still town between this incident and the company's current mission, but in light of Dr North's revelation on top of his collapse is much more loath to bypass the unfortunate man. "Did he say anything else?" she asks Miss Davenport. She crouches down, ready to render what assistance she can.

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