Whether the snow fell or not, the Count often sat up in his tower watching the world below. This lonely, unappreciated duty had fallen to him once he was returned here many years ago. He would sit up here to look westwards beyond the road, over the woods, and towards the Silver River beyond. He would watch for the appearance of those who did not belong to this land.
For many years, there had been nothing to see. Wolfram credited this fortunate situation to the elves who had resided in the denser forests. He believed them capable of dealing with any creatures (normal or otherwise) lurking within those woods. until he saw the creature at the bridge a short time ago, his confidence in their knowledge and their skills had been unbroken.
For fifty years he had waited for something he did not think would come. Now he needed to prepare as if change was imminent. The travelers on the road this time of year had suddenly increased. And the hunters, who had once stayed away from him, now were poking about his woods. Several days of snow had kept many from exploring the cold wintry outdoors, but with the snows again easing, there were no guarantees that people would not once again trespass on his properties.
He found people bothersome. They distracted him from keeping watch for the Unthings and whatever other dark things that might be drawing closer. And he worried. He still bore the scars from his encounters with a powerful witch and feared others like her might be out there. Even then, he had long neglected his study of the Book of Tales left to him by his grandfather. He would need to begin his reading of the tales again.
The sound of steps upon the stairs interrupted his solitary deliberations. His man Hastings cleared his throat before entering the small watchtower room. Wolfram put his glass tube down on the ledge and looked back. He observed Hastings carrying a tray of warm tea and food.
As usual, the old man wore an expression that bordered on disapproval. “Sir, you’ve not eaten in hours. Allow me to take a turn.”
Wolfram gave his faithful manservant an almost fond look. “Should I ask that of you? Your eyes are not as good as they were once, Hastings.”
“No, sir.” The man began to efficiently set up a small space on a side table for his master to dine at. “But it is bright enough outside that I do not need eyes such as yours. I know the area from this point well. I can see blots and shadows well enough.”
Wolfram nodded, stepping aside to permit the man to do so. He sat on a small stool and picked up a cup of fragrant tea from the silver tray that was literally overflowing with food. While he waited for it to cool, he watched Hastings stand at the window. The sunlight streamed inside, casting him with a warm light. Time turned back for Maximilian who recalled the same manservant keeping watch in similar fashion. He was as focused now as he was then but was no longer young. Wolfram’s forehead creased. “It’s been many years since you first took up that duty.”
Hastings coughed. “I hardly recall.”
“You were a young boy then,” Wolfram mused. “Not nearly as talkative as you are now.”
“I was terrified of this place and you, sir!” Hastings did not turn around, instead taking the glass tube in hand and training it at various parts of the road. “You have no idea the stories they used to tell me while preparing me to enter your family’s service. It was one thing being told that I was going to the main household, but I had no idea how large or isolated this place would be. And no one had any idea of what you were like either.”
“It’s been almost fifty years, I think,” Wolfram lost himself in this cup of tea, reflecting.
Hastings had arrived inside a coach sent from the east. His shy clumsiness and fear of adults was fairly evident under the severe training of his previous butler, Watkins. Watkins was not harsh, but he was a perfectionist. As such, he was always apologizing for the boy, who seemed to perform well until the Count would appear and disrupt them in some task. It was only later that Wolfram had learned that the young boy had been fed some fantastic stories by his previous master about the Wolfram legacy. His uncle’s tales resulted in the poor child believing that any mistake he made would result in being immediately tossed out into the snow as punishment to be eaten by the wolves or worse yet, by the Count himself.
Hastings came around in time, and so would others. “I’ve received word which one of my cousins is to come here to be trained to care for my master and his family. He’ll be sent with the rest of the new servants in the spring.”
“And so another twenty or so years has passed,” Wolfram contemplated the meaning behind that statement. He put his cup of tea down and pulled out the blue stone again. He dangled it in front of him, marking the seconds of time as it swung back and forth – pulled along by a force of its own.
“Yes, my lord,” Hastings’ voice was perfunctory. “Best to wait until after the eclipse is done. The old servants will leave first and then the new ones will arrive. It will be quite a bit of work to train all of them at once.”
Wolfram noted Hasting’s tone of displeasure. The timing was unfortunate, but Hastings had delayed this transition. He had not been all that willing to let someone new in to take over his duties. Had he been, the old man could be settled in some warm place with his cousins by now and a different manservant would be training the new servants coming in the spring. “A new page will allow some relief of your duties. Even if you live another sixty years by some miracle– I think you’ve done well enough and should take it much easier than you have been.” He said it as neutrally as he could but knew full well that Hastings would not be around forever. “Besides — my cousins at your old master’s household have said it would be cruel to keep you working in this climate.”
“Cruel indeed! As if I could go south and retire and leave you alone with a freshly minted page.” Hastings sniffed from his perch. “Not with that unreliable Giles afoot, causing mischief with the house staff and all. He would fill that poor boy’s head with nonsense and mislead him into a life filled with women and wine. Then this house would be in disorder and my master would be kept from his duties.”
The corner of Wolfram’s mouth turned up slightly in amusement. “I assure you that won’t be that case. Even Giles has his scruples.”
“You know I would rather not leave here, sir,” Hastings abruptly changed tactics. “This has been my home for so long. And you and the unreliable one are the closest people I have to family.”
Wolfram put down his cup of tea and looked towards Hastings. Indeed, he realized, they were very much like an odd little family. He and Watkins had raised him up from childhood to become a useful aide and confidant. As time continued its cruel game with the Count, their relationship switched. Wolfram, the substitute father, had become the son and Hastings had gone from child, to peer, to parent.
“As such, this will be your home as long as you wish to stay,” Wolfram rested his head on his hand and gave the butler a fond look. “But you will still train a new page.”
“Understood, sir.” Hastings did not argue further. “As for the scalawag, I was instructed to inform you that he’s woken just a short while ago.”
Wolfram hid a smile behind his hand, knowing perfectly well that the person Hastings referred to was none other than Giles.
Giles, like Hastings, was part of the Count’s inner circle. But unlike his manservant, Giles was a distant cousin placed here by his uncles’ families. As such, he had the right to do as he pleased in the household, including passing himself off as a coachman and messenger. He did so, for access to certain elements and persons that would otherwise be off limits to him as a perceived member of the aristocracy.
While Giles was not blessed with the longevity of life that Wolfram possessed, he had inherited other Wolfram traits. Among these traits was an impressively keen set of senses – and the ability to track better than any manner of man or beast. He had disappeared shortly after Wolfram’s encounter with Elanore Redley to validate the girl’s claims and to gather additional information. However, due to the continuing snowfall, Giles had not returned as early as had been agreed upon. Moreover, the manner in which he had returned was a problem.
“Is he well enough for me to see him?”
“Yes sir,” the manservant nodded solemnly. “He’ll meet you in your study in a quarter hour. And I’ve made sure to keep the other servants busy. They are preparing the food just as you ordered. The others will be rotating in performing watch duties here every hour as well.”
“Good,” Wolfram put his plate down and quietly disappeared down the stairs.
Oooooh it’s getting so good! I’m really glad for this insightful post =) It makes me like The Count (and Giles) much more.
More explaining forthcoming on these two I think…. slowly, but surely!
Wolfram is back, and more amazing than ever…this is the start of an excellent week!!
glad you enjoyed it! BUt don’t compliment him too openly, he’ll get too proud and not do what he needs to xD
Thanks so much for the update! Interesting to learn there are still elves around fairly locally – if that was clarified before I’d missed it. What a lonely life for the Count, watching generation after generation of servants pass by. I hope there’s more like Hastings who really care about him.
They are around on the peninsula, but aren’t closeby… not sure if you ever looked at the map, but they have moved far beyond the current roads on the map.
And yes, the Count is pretty isolated. Giles and Hastings are the only constant now, compared to what he had before in the past.
Oooh! I love it when you get back to the Count! He’s such an interesting character–and what happened to Giles?
Waiting with baited breath 🙂
🙂 No fear, Giles shall appear!
(I swear, I envy your readership (sigh).)
I keep wondering why you don’t call him Max, though. ^^
max just doesn’t sound epic enough for this guy…think about it, the coolest literary guys ever were counts!
Count Max? 🙂 My brain can’t handle the juxtaposition haha
LOL. Max perhaps in alternate universe or when he’s really young and pinchable, but some people really do not otherwise like their names shortened!
Just started reading and I love it all so far.
I’m glad! It’s good to know that people are out there enjoying it . As I said before, knowing readers are out there keeps me going!
Love it 🙂
Ahh for some reason my brain decided to tell me that you update on Wednesdays O_o I got the chapter late! Who is it that updates on Wednesdays…
So many stories, so little time!!
But it’s great so far – or still, I should say, as we’re a little farther in now – and I’m glad to be reading more of the Count’s affected musings ^^
LOL. Wednesdays is Suzy’s Box. The other two stories shifted to Thursdays and Fridays. I also sometimes update art stuff on Wednesdays… if you use any RSS alert features or want an email alert, you can use the “Subscribe” feature up top. I’ve changed it so that folks who don’t use Google Reader or some kind of subscription based web browser can simply get an email.
Hopefully this chapter will unravel things a bit more.
I like this chapter…. the relationship between the master and manservant was elaborated more… somehow this chapter made me empathize with the Count’s loneliness all those years living while things around him changed and passed. I felt like something pricked my heart just reading between the lines of his musings while he was at the watchtower looking out on everything. With that said, I’m very much looking forward for the next update…
I agree! It is nice that we can now empathize with the Count on some level. His background helps explain him, but it’s been difficult to connect with him as a character (besides the fact that of course he’s dark and mysterious and no woman can really resist that combo).
It also gives depth to some of the minor characters, which is just as important as having well rounded main characters. After all, a world is made up of everyone, not just the people that we know personally.
Thanks and well done.
Yeah – the balance of what to show and tell and what not to is hard to think through while writing this serially. IT’s one of those things that when I finish I’d like to think through and rebalance…(there are other things that need balancing in the long-form compiled format too, but I’ll deal with those later after I finish and think through the work as a whole).
I’m glad though that you’re both enjoying the additional exposition or insight into his character!
SO EXCITED for the next update 🙂
whew. And it will be forthcoming as planned. Wasn’t quite sure but things are slowly settling…
Another wonderful addition to the story. Looking forward to more from the Count and all others.
cool 🙂 thanks!