Years ago, the estate was expanded under the former Count’s supervision. However splendid these modifications were, they were nothing in scale compared to the attentions that had been given to the area underneath the grounds of the estate.
Long ago the elves had burrowed here, unearthing the stones of light for mysterious purposes. They worked silently in darkness, leaving a series of tunnels and corridors deep underneath the land. When the last of their descendants left to move west, the elves gave the task of guarding the secrets underneath the grounds to the Wolframs.
The lord’s study was one of the oldest rooms in the home and hid the main entry point to the underground caverns. As such, it was the most preferred room in the estate for the Count and was where he conducted serious business matters. To get to the study from the tower, the man had to spiral down old stone steps to the start of a long mazelike passage that sloped gradually deeper into the earth. He moved down the same labyrinth of wooden paneled walls that Hastings had earlier led Elanore Redley before he stopped at a certain spot.
With gloved fingers, he touched the panel a particular way. There was a slight click before the panel yielded to him. As it opened, he entered the octagonal shaped room and allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The only light in the room was what filtered through the old, weathered stain glass that lined the top of the wall on the southeast corner of the room.
As chilly and dark as it was, he did not care for a fire. Over the years, he had grown accustomed both to darkness and cold. This was an aftereffect of the cruel treatment he had received long ago, after he first left this estate. He permitted himself to light one small candle to aide him while uncovering the large leather-bound Book of Tales that had been left forgotten underneath a pile of maps on a stand. When his grandfather was alive it had been more prominently and respectfully displayed in this study. Now it sat largely forgotten amidst the other various odds and ends.
Wolfram wiped the dust off the heavy leather cover before flipping the tome open. He barely glanced at the inscription by its long-forgotten author “E.S.,” impatient to look at its contents. Maximilian moved pages quickly out of his way, passing entries on the Sea Witch, the Sleeping Prince and the Snow Queen. These were tales he did not need to dwell over; he knew their subjects well enough. But he paused when he came to one entry and allowed his gaze to wander to the covered portrait above the fireplace.
His grandfather had loved the subject of that portrait. He openly admired the Swan Queen — not for her legendary looks but her tenacity and her courage.
It pained Maximilian to think that the long-ago pilgrimage to find her did not complete the way it had been intended to. The letter his grandfather had so carefully put together had never managed to get delivered. Worse yet, even after the devastating encounter with the Unthings, Wolfram made a foolish, terrible mistake that would ultimately cost him and his family dearly.
The situation that was developing made him keenly aware of what he lacked. He did not have anyone in his life as wise as his grandfather or as strong as the woman in the portrait to guide him. In this world, there were likely only a handful who could truly understand and make sense of the events occurring around this estate. Sadly, he was not one of them.
He returned his attention to the book, flipping past the entry on Unicorns before settling on the pages describing the Unthings. As he reread the somewhat contradictory theories and stories regarding these shadowy things, he steadily grew more irritated. With a bit of morbid preciseness, he took a quill in hand and after warming the ink bottle by the candle, began to amend the author’s note regarding the typical domain of such creatures. “Never found in well-lit areas,” became “Usually not found in well-lit areas.” The phrase “Unlikely to attack,” was amended to note that the creatures were capable of aggression.
So intent was he in revising this entry that he did not notice the quiet steps that came from another entrance hidden in a shadowy corner of the room. A gentle cough was the only warning he received that he was not alone.
Wolfram abruptly turned to glare over his shoulder. He directed his pale-colored eyes at the tall, lanky man who had likely been observing him for some time.
“Didn’t mean to disturb you,” Giles apologized. “Just saw you studying your grandfather’s book.”
The Count nodded and returned to amending the entry in the book. Giles stepped beside him to inspect his master’s work more closely. “According to my grandfather, your grandfather was rather obsessed with updating that book every time he and his brothers returned from their various outings.”
Maximilian nodded. The additional inserts in the book suggested as such. “It’s a practice that I let lapse.” He set his mouth into a grim line. “I’ve not needed to update this book in years. The elves who left have sent no word and neither have our cousins.”
Giles leaned against a heavy oak table and took out a pipe from inside the front of his vest. He toyed with it as he thought aloud. “It cannot be helped, I suppose. They’ve likely grown complacent over time and fairly accustomed to the land. Although, I suppose we all were wrong to be so lax. It was always a matter of time before someone or something would come this way, don’t you agree?”
The Count sighed. “I don’t feel like debating that last point, Giles. If you have something to relate, do tell me. What of the Unthings?”
His cousin grinned, clearly used to the man’s lack of humor and patience for stories. “Well, I did not spot any new creatures along the routes I took. While there are signs of birds and other things still hiding out there, they take care not to be seen if they don’t want to be. I admit, however, I did not try hard to find them. I did not go far beyond the road. There was simply not enough time.”
Wolfram had noticed the birds out and about a few days back during that strange encounter with the young hunter in the woods. But he had not given them the same notice that Giles apparently had. He would have to watch the skies more carefully. “What did you see on the road?”
“Not enough, I’m afraid.” Giles shook his head. “I barely smelled the snowstorm before it was upon me. The snows caught me off guard and wiped out a number of tracks on the road before I made it even halfway down to Crossroads.” Giles noticed the Count’s somewhat glum expression. “But not all was lost. The girl’s story I was at least able to confirm. Several folks at the inn where the coaches depart from confirmed she was there alone. She also left town alone. However–” Giles paused.
“Other tracks?” Wolfram’s forehead creased ever so slightly, trying to recall what he had seen from his own inspection on and around the area of the bridge.
“Indeed.” Giles started to prepare his pipe. “There were other tracks in parts that overlaid her own. One set of human tracks. Another from a horse with a rider.”
At that statement, both men narrowed their eyes thoughtfully.
“I did not see anyone pass this way the evening Miss Redley came through,” Wolfram noted uneasily.
They stood silently for a moment, weighing out what this information might mean. A person following Miss Redly could have darted back into the woods, entirely avoiding the road in these parts. But that sort of behavior implied a motive to hide their actions. The presence of such a person was a suspicious development that did nothing to allay Wolfram’s already frayed nerves.
“No normal creature would have stayed out there in the snows of the last few days.” Giles puffed up slightly. “Even I couldn’t manage it.”
“Perhaps someone slipped in that morning I was visiting Miss Redley,” Wolfram said nonchalantly as he could. “You’ll have to humor me and go look about town and find out if there are any new faces.”
“Aye, I’ll head to the inn for a draft,” Giles grinned. “Been meaning to see if Miss Redley’s arrival might be signaling an entire invasion of pretty lasses. I’ll finish putting in a word of warning to the townsfolk as well, provided that the Mayor hasn’t beaten you to it.”
The Count had forgotten the other townsfolk. While he had warned the Mayor, he had not followed through to determine what rumors and stories might already be circling about in town.
“Speaking of the Mayor,” Giles twirled the end of his moustache slyly. “I’ll take the lovely young Miss Redley a message from you, if you like.”
Wolfram could tell that Giles’ thoughts about the young woman and himself were hardly innocent. He rewarded the man with an unamused glare. “I do not doubt you will manage to find and alert every woman in town about the dangers to them. But do not make those warnings too lengthy. I do, in fact, wish you to take a message to the Mayor and her granddaughter but not until you see to the young hunter I found wandering about this property while you were away.”
Giles’ grin faded. “Not the same weasel you found poaching on our lands!” He bared his teeth. “I could arrange for a bear mauling or two if you wish.”
The man’s easy transformation from a caddish coachman to dangerous guard did not alarm Wolfram. After all, they were related by blood and raised in similar fashion to hide their ‘fangs’ when necessary. The Count did wonder if Giles truly did have any sway with the bears but ignored the comment. “It was not that man. The trespasser is the fair-haired one who loiters around Miss Redley and the Mayor. I found him wandering about near the bridge, with only a sword. He claimed to have some knowledge of what had happened to Miss Redley there.”
“A sword makes for poor hunting,” Giles rubbed his goatee thoughtfully. “From your description, it sounds like your visitor was Edmund from the Ormond family who runs the trade post in town. I’ll see what I can figure out. Is there a message I should take to him?”
Wolfram tapped a finger on the surface of the book, thinking. “Hn. I don’t quite know what needs to be said. But I was less than polite when I encountered him. He might be injured.”
Giles whistled at the mention of injuries. “So you beat the blood out of him.”
“I was not in the best mood when I found him on my property.” Wolfram raised one eyebrow, admitting at least that much. “But he held his own. He did not receive really more than a mild blow as a result. One as young as he is recovers quickly.”
There was a noise that came from his cousin that sounded like suppressed laughter. “I’ll go see what’s up with the lad then and make a beautiful, heartfelt apology on behalf of my temperamental master. And then,” Giles smiled devilishly. “I’ll make my way to the inn, do some snooping about as I usually do and then procure you some more pies from the pub.”
At that last statement, the Count’s eyes glittered. “I shall make a point to dock your salary if you do so. You should have not given me those foul tasting things—”
Giles held up his hand in apology. “Would you have believed it had you not tasted it yourself? The special spices and meats at this time of year are a puzzling development. We seem to be inviting all sorts of strange things northward,” Giles took an opportunity to light up his pipe and then exhale a large fragrant ring of smoke. When he finished, he continued. “Crossroads was filling up with new faces.”
“This town may soon as well,” the Count closed the book loudly. “We’re too unguarded here. You and I are not enough to deal with just Unthings and also keep an eye out for new elements and persons.”
Giles patted his swords and knives at his side somewhat proudly. “You know I can deal with people well enough, but Unthings are beyond my abilities. I’ve never had the pleasure of encountering one for myself. And if I did I don’t have any sort of ability to do anything about them, except run from them.”
The Count was not particularly given over to fits of humor of any sort. Anxiously, he began to pace the room. “In our case, running away from them is not an option.”
this has been one of the best parts of the past two weeks. I never knew Giles was so nifty. probably one of the funnest updates in a while. 😀
Giles has always been a sassy man. I enjoy writing him. I also enjoy what I have planned for him xD.
Glad you enjoyed this update… starting to finally dig down and peel away at everyone!
Hahahaha. I’m inclined to rather like Giles a lot more now.
Everyone likes snarky people, apparently 🙂
Agreed, Giles was quite interesting here. And Ed is being rather weird again, aye? ^^v
Ed would insist he’s doing nothing weird. This is occurring the same day or so as Ed/Elanore interactions so he’s probably somewhere between sleep, the kitchen, and getting his hair hacked at the moment.
What would a giant house be without secret passages? Is Wolfram Batman now?
Giles is quite like able now, nothing screams ‘family’ like someone sicking bears on people.
Nah. Maybe his grandfather was. :p
Actually the passageways above ground aren’t really all that new or secret. Elanore was dragged through part of it earlier. What the study leads to, I guess is open for speculation.
And yeah – Giles is probably the kind of cousin or uncle one wishes they had, except when they really do sic bears on people D:
Ok, I’m officially a Giles fan. I hoped we’d get back to him just because he seemed so snarky, but you far surpassed my hopes. Yeah for family joining together in hopeless circumstances!
My only negative comment here is that it does feel a bit batman-ish to have the secret room, etc. However, given the time period this is written in it makes perfect sense.
The study isn’t really secret, but the cave and other things underneath are. As for being Batman, well, thankfully no need for costumes in this universe. Unless they’re weird.
Below ground, well – the analogy to Batman’s caves might take folks down an unintended rabbit hole — if anything the caves and tunnels are there for a rather mundane reason, but will be explained later. But there aren’t any superhero gadgets down there. I promise.
Is “E.S.” supposed to mean something, out of story? I notice that you make a number of references to stories (such as the Swan Queen). I’ve been beating my head against the wall trying to figure it out. I don’t even need to know who “E.S.” is, just is it significant?
Yes, it is a set of initials that belongs to the author of the tome that Wolfram and his grandfather referenced. It won’t be explained here in this arc. I am planning to cover it in the immediate arc that follows this one (that will talk more largely about the Swan Queen). The other story references are (currently) notes on paper to other short or novella length works I want to write. The “Sleeping Prince” reference is another unfinished work . THanks for asking!
For some reason I lost the book mark to this website. I remembered it and had to come back. I love what I’ve seen thus for and look forward to catching up the rest of the way.
The next link doesn’t work on this page.
Ah – did you ever think about using Google Reader to keep track of updates? (Noticed you’re gmail so thought I’d suggest it.) Thanks for pointing out the non-working link! It was pointing back to this same page… yikes… and it’s been that way for weeks!