Tales of Morbid Curiosity and Deranged Love:
Story One: A Very Macabre Day
Written by Kathryn K Williams with assistance from Kimberly Williams
Chapter Five - The Circus has Arrived
“Please tell me that is the last of them?” Burnwell requested as he closed the door behind the Queen’s massager, who made certain that the party did come to an end. The butler leaned against the door, weary from the night’s endeavours.
Charles closed another door behind himself as he reentered the main hall, “I checked everywhere. There seems to be no one left aside from us.” He proclaimed happily.
“It is about time.” Lilian remarked sipping another drink, “I am glad that man left. His stares were getting unnerving.” She stated with a shutter, and then looked at the scuff marks on the floor and garbage all around, “Father is not going to be pleased with this mess.” She proclaimed.
Burnwell dropped into a chair against the wall, “This is such a disaster. If I ever find out who told the Queen I would have their head.” He said with a shake of his fist in fury.
Charles approached the man and stepped up to his side, “Everything will find a way to work out. He said as he started to massage the back of the man’s neck, “You will see.”
Burnwell batted the actor’s hand away, “Will you quit that?” He demanded sternly.
“Yes, please.” Lilian added while filling another drink, “I do not need to see you two being love dovey around me.” She remarked then emptied her glass, “What would father think if he knew about the two of you?” She asked pointing the glass at the two men.
“He will not know about us.” Burnwell announced, “Because there is no ‘us’.” He stated in an irritated tone
“What do you mean?” Charles inquired startled by the butler’s sudden outburst, “You promised me that we would be together forever.”
Burnwell stood to his feet and turned his angry eyes on the actor, “That was before you stepped out of line. What was that you were doing with the Lord? I thought I told you not to speak unless I told you too?” He declared angrily.
“I was just trying to help.” Charles explained sheepishly, “I did not think you would mind.”
“You have helped too much.” Burnwell vented in frustration, “Get out and I do not want to see you around here again.” He announced and pointed at the door.
“Now Burnwell.” Lilian cooed as she crossed the room, “Is that any way to treat an respected actor?” She asked calmly.
“I do not care any more.” The butler announced angrily, “I do not want to see his face ever again.”
“But...” Charles protested.
“No buts! OUT!” Burnwell stomped his foot upon the ground with such force that even a few of the servants jumped.
Charles lowered his head and dragged his feet as he did as he was ordered. He only stopped for one last moment to get another look at the man he loved before opening the door and vanishing into the night.
Lilian shook her head in distaste, “Did you really need to do that?” She asked, feeling sorry for Charles, “It is not like he did anything wrong. He was only trying to be there for you.”
Burnwell let out a distressed sigh, “I know, my lady. I know. I just cannot deal with him right now.” He rubbed his temple.
“Then why don’t you go out for a breath of air while the other servants clean up this mess.” Lilian suggested, giving the man a pat on the shoulder
“You are a kind young lady, my lady.” Burnwell touched Lilian’s hand and took a deep breath, “Maybe I will get some air.” He turned to one of the maids, “I want to see this room clean by the time I return, is that clear?” He commanded.
“Yes Sir!” The maid ran off to fetch some help.
Burnwell nodded in satisfaction, he did enjoy being the head butler. When he was sure the other servants were busy cleaning up he headed to the back of the hall and through the doors to the main dinning area. At the back of the room he found a pair of doors and stepped out into the garden. He took another deep breath, allowing the night air to fill his lungs and released it.
He looked around and he decided that a walk down by the lake was a suitable venture. He walked the many garden paths until he came across a wide sprawling lake. The pale moonlight glimmered off ripples on the water like stars upon its black surface. A smile played across the old butler’s face as he realized how right Lilian was. The crisp air seemed to clear his mind and he was beginning to regret sending Charles away so quickly. It would have been nice to sit upon one of the benches along the lake and watch the stars with him.
Burnwell drifted over thoughts and memories when something on the lake caught his eye. It was a tiny boat with a small round man with no neck in a suit and rather tall top hat standing near the stern. As the boat grew closer Burnwell noticed that the man was rather well dressed in his french cuffs, wing tipped collar and white gloves. He even has a long black cane with a crystal ball on the end gripped between his hands. The end of the can was planted firmly planted between his feet and he did not seem to move as the boat drifted along. Peculiarly the butler watched as the man stood still as a statue, a bright smile upon his face and his eyes never leaving Burnwell.
“Good evening my fellow man.” The man suddenly came to life and called out across the lake at Burnwell, “Would you perchance be able to give me a hand?” He asked politely.
“What are you doing out there, sir?” Burnwell inquired taking in account that the man truly was alone on the boat.
“I was setting up camp for my circus when I got caught a drift.” The man explained as he knelt over and picked up a bit of rope, “Could you be so kind as to catch this and pull me ashore?”
“Ummm... sure... one moment, sir...” Burnwell ran down the embankment to the water’s edge and prepared himself, “Alright then!” He called out.
“There you go!” The little man tossed the rope high into the air causing the butler to have to stretch a bit to catch it. If it were not for his long arms, he might have fallen into the lake with the rope. Quickly, Burnwell pulled the tiny boat to shore and tied the rope to a tree, “Thank you my good man.” The mysterious man said with a hint of amusement in his tone.
Burnwell rushed to the side of the craft and helped the man to dry land, “How long have you been adrift out there, sir?” He asked taking a look in the boat to see it was empty, “You seem to have no oars or anything.”
“Not long.” The man admitted stepping onto the shore, “The current seems rather strong. I drifted right across the lake in no time.” He gave a short chuckle, “You can see my circus tent over there.” He pointed with his cane across the waters at a set of bright lights that the butler was almost certain was not there a moment before, “The name is Morbius Mobray, I am the ringmaster of the Morbray’s Circus of Morbid Curiosities.” He took a swift bow, then magically produced a pair of tickets and handed them to the butler, “A gift for your services. Two free entrance to my circus if you wish. Mister...ummm... what was your name?” He inquired pulling the tickets back just as Burnwell was about them.
“Burnwell, sir.” The butler stated, “Victor Burnwell.” He took his eyes off the tickets for a moment to look at the circus lights across the way again. He seemed to be in a daze and it felt as if the lights were calling out to him.
“Well, Mr. Burnwell.” Mobray gave the man another smile, “Why don’t you accompany me to the other side and I can show you all the wonders my world can offer.” He held the tickets out to the butler once again who took them in his hand. The moment Burnwell had the tickets Mobray’s face contorted into something sinister. The butler did not seem to notice this as he followed the ringmaster back into the boat and the two of them drifted back across the river.
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Maria and her father tread along cliffs, high above the lake. They had been walking many of the winding paths through the forest, not saying so much as a word to each other. Each was awaiting the other to speak first. Slowly they approached a small peninsula that jutted out over the cliff and they stepped out to the edge to get a better look at the scenery below them. This was Maria’s favourite spot to visit when the night skis where clear, like that very one that night. There were no trees anywhere near the cliffs edge so one could see all across the land. She ran out to the edge to look up upon the moon overhead wishing that Jamie could be by her side at that moment. Abruptly Lord Greystoke broke the silence.
He took a deep unsettling breath and let it out, “Maria, my child.” He said while looking up at the night sky with his hand crossed behind his back. His voice held a tone of disappointment that made Maria’s spirits dwindle, “I have been told of some rather unsettling news.”
“What, father?” Maria tried to hide the nervousness that had been building up inside of her since her father asked for her to come with him.
“I do not like to listen to rumours from servants, however this information was rather upsetting to me.” He stated with yet another sigh and a shake of his head as he closed his eyes and lowered his head.
Maria’s eyes darted about. Could it be that he had found out about Jamie’s secret? Was he there when she bid Maria a good night? She was uncertain, “You know the maids... They tend to make things up to keep themselves entertained.” She declared finding it increasingly difficult to hide her anxiety. Her maid has not looked to please when she found the two of them making out on the couch. Could Anita have told on her? The maid was just an experiment when she was younger. She never thought the girl would become so vindictive. She nibbled on the inside of her lip trying hard to think of a way to explain things away if that was what he brought her out to talk about.
“Is that all it is?” The Lord mused, “They are saying you are seeing someone, a commoner boy. Is this true?” He turned to set his old tired eyes on the girl. There was intense sadness in those eyes. Maria could tell that her father did not want to believe what he had heard, however it was understandable why he would be worried. She had turned down every noble’s invite to date her and the idea of her falling for a commoner would be rather distressing. He at the very least did not know about Jamie and she hoped that he never suspected her either
Maria let out a slight sigh of relief, “Father, don’t be silly.” She gave the man a sincere smile, “You know I’m waiting for until the right noble to come along. Would you believe some servants over me?” She asked, frightened of the answer that might follow.
The Lord also let out a sigh of relief, “I am glad to hear that. I trust your words. I just wanted to hear it from your lips was all.” He stated with a hearty laugh, “I was told you were sleeping with the paperboy, Jamie. I figured it for just a simple rumour, however one of the maids was rather insistent about you taking the lad up to your room.” He laughter echoed off the hills, “To think, you and Jamie. That would be something else.”
Maria forced herself to smile, “The paperboy? He is so scrawny and dirty. Why would I spend time with him?” She fibbed. Maria planned to have a word with Anita the moment she returned. The sound of rustling from the bushes startled her out of her thoughts, “Who is there?” She called out as she spun around to face her stalker.
Greystoke turned around to see what had attracted his daughters attention, “Is something the matter my dear?” He asked searching the woods. Suddenly a pair of small shadows darted out from their hiding place. They both drove hard into the Lord and Young Lady causing the two of them to topple over the edge of the cliff and fall to the rocks below. With a giggle the shadows quickly faded into the woods without leaving a sign that they ever existed.
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To be continued...
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