Silver Moon
Adventurer
Chapter 226, “Exchange Preparations” , Saturday, April 1st , 1882, 7:00 P.M.
Chester thanks Valdez and limps to his room to put away his rifle. His right leg still itches the healing magic, but soon he can put his full weight on it. The deputy wads up his ruined clothes and changes into some fresh ones. He checks his sixguns and finds that the Colt's barrel was bent by the blast. Chester sighs at his misfortune. "I guess the Fates have decided I can't have any more guns. I'll bring this to Pierre next time I see him. Better find Mitch to tell him I can work now."
Chester stops by the office, but no one is there. He searches around until he finds the Marshal. "Any sign of the cowboys?" Berg says, "None at all. Did you find anything out?" "Except for finding out that the cowboys like dynamite, no. Although one cowboy has crossed the River Styx. Ringo wasn't there. So he's probably nearby."
Chester finds Clarisse watching the musical performances. He covers her eyes. "Guess who?" She says, "Chester, where have you been? You missed your fencing match with Mr. Tomlinson." Chester kisses her. "I missed you, too. I had to do something. I'm sorry I couldn't be your champion." She smack him on the shoulder. "Don't tease me. But it's nice that you would fight for me." "Of course I would. You're very important to me. Now, I need to walk around. Hard to catch criminals when I'm too busy looking at you. Bye."
Chester wanders around, looking for cowboys, pickpockets, and the like. Nanuet finds him and tells him what's going on. "OK. I can keep watch there. Do I need my rifle?" "It would be a good idea, my friend. We don't know when Ringo will strike." Chester retrieves his Spencer and positions himself near the house across Fremont from the Comique.
Ruby takes a few minutes to talk with Jake. They decide they will watch the books from afar but make sure they don't get involved as long as Kate is alright. After that they'll get ready for the ball, and they both agree that most likely Johnny Ringo will be there. Ruby tells Jake she is going to visit Jane. She makes her way over to the Palace where Deacon McCoy has his hands full, just as the case all over Promise City. Ruby asks for someone to get Jane, and it's only a matter of minutes before the scared woman comes to the door.
Jane exclaims, "Ruby, what have you heard? Anything? What's going on?" Ruby sits Jane down on the steps then joins her. "No, I don't know what's going on with you know who. I can't say that he won't show up tonight. There is something you should know. He has threatened me also. But..." she glances up and down the street, "I have to do my dance tonight. I said I would honor the goddess and I will. But Jane, you do not have to go on and at this point I do think you'd be risking your life to do so." "Ruby, if he has threatened you, you shouldn't do it either!" Jane replies frantically. Ruby gives her a small smile, "Oh, he will come after me no matter what I do, it's not because of this. But the love of Jake is worth the risk I have to take."
She places her hand on Jane's arm. "There is something else. There are priests here to see you. They have been told you are overzealous and they have come to make sure you are not influencing people against their wills. I'm not entirely sure how they would have gotten that idea but I'm sure you would agree with me that it would be unfair for anyone to force someone to do something they don't want to do." As she speaks she looks deep into Jane's eyes. "I am new to the goddess but I would guess she would want true believers to bring her love and desire and she would rather have that than some false emotions being given to her."
"The priestess Minerva feels you have done a great injustice but I have heard no facts from anyone, only words. Understand something, I am not doing the dance for you, I'm doing it for her."
At the El Parador, Kate ran to her teacher's rooms after Nanuet left and updated him on what was going to happen. He, like the others, had his concerns, but he also seemed more comfortable with at least trying to do something than just giving up. She left Ginnie upstairs with him, hoping she would stay in for the night, but knowing she would do as she wished.
After Kate leaves Gonzales and Ginny have an argument. First, she wants some of the books to stay that she hasn't checked yet. He assures her that they have already been brought downstairs and that ALL are needed to make the exchange legitimate. She adamantly refuses to stay put. She says, "Alright. I need to be out there but not be me. Do you have something that can help me look like somebody else?" Gonzales says, "But the magic bullet with your name could still find you even in disguise." She replies, "But Ringo won't fire it if he doesn't actually see Ginnie. He wouldn't waste it."
Gonzales buys into that logic. He locates the "Louise" hairclip, explaining that it will project a humanized version of Sonoma. "I can do that," Ginnie states. Gonzales adds "Louise speaks with a Boston accent." Ginnie replies, "Like this, I do believe that I am proficient in Ma'am Kate's personalized Bostonian accent and can adjust it if need be." Gonzales gets the clip and activates it. Ginnie can now barely breath as her previously loose clothing is now so tight it is close to bursting. "Couldn't we have waited until I changed!" she exclaims. She heads off to Kate's room to borrow some clothing.
Kate had gone back down to the Cantina, arriving only moments before the Priests entered. It was odd to see the men out of their robes and in western-style jeans, shirts, and vests. She didn't approach them, instead heading toward the back way out. It was a few minutes before they appeared. "This way," she said quietly, leading them to the stable. "There is someone for you to meet.
The three entered the stable, and the centaur Qualtaqa stepped into the dim light. Kate had to admire how quickly the Bishop and his attendant Trius masked their surprise. "Bishop Papandraus, Trius, this is Qualtaqa. He is a skilled tracker with many helpful talents. He will accompany you out of town. The priest replies, “Qualtaqa, we are so grateful for your help, this is no small task we have asked of you." The centaur dipped his head slightly. "It is nothing. My skills are needed, and the elf Nanuet and yourself earned my help with your assistance to the Apache. I am pleased to help."
Kate nodded. "Thank you. Gentlemen, the books are over here in the cart." She pulled the cover back and exposed the large pile of books. "One of my friends asked a good question. She wondered what defines evil, from the point of a spell. Are you certain it will stop Ringo from using these books?"
"Ah," the Bishop began with a bit of a smile, "Yes, evil is a difficult word. Not all who follow Ares are evil. Many soldiers venerate him, some seek his help in conflicts they feel they cannot avoid. Just as one can feel love with Aphrodite to incite it, one can make war without Ares to start it. But from what you say of this Priest, he revels in violence. He has offered to slaughter innocents to get what he wants. The spell I intend to use assumes a wide definition of evil. I have no doubt this man will fall under it."
Kate nodded and stood back to give the Priest room to work. He circled the cart twice, muttering softly in what she could only assume was Latin. Instead of gestures with his arms, he made flickering symbols with his fingers. After about thirty seconds her furrowed his brow and make a separate motion. Katherine understood enough about magic now to know that it was a separate spell. He says, "I added a little something. He should not feel a need to examine the books too closely until tomorrow." "Thank you," Kate said again. "I guess now all there is to do is wait for 7:30."
As the time for the exchange nears both Jake and Ruby gather up weapons and prepare. They walk together towards the exchange point and choose spots on opposite sides of the busy streets. Nanuet and Minerva were supposed to be doing the same, but down the street, more towards the edge of town. They had decided to try to stay out of the exchange and just make sure that Katherine was ok.
At approximately 7:25 PM the Wells Fargo stagecoach pulls into town. It turns west onto Sierra and down to Front where it turns left, stopping before Drover's Hotel and Saloon. A welcoming committee comprised of Elton Hubbard, Hamilton Fisk, Burton Lumley and Doctor James Eaton are there to greet Samuel Clemens when he exits the stagecoach. Newton Gilly, rifle in hand accompanies they as they proceed to walk south as a group towards the stage at intersection of Main and Front Streets.
Meanwhile, Emery Shaw steps out from the Comique Variety Hall and Saloon where he has been enjoying a drink with friends. He notices Ruby standing on the Comique's porch and approaches her. "Well hello Miss. West, and how are you on this fine evening?" he asks. "Mr. Shaw!" Ruby jumps as she is startled by Shaw's voice behind her. "Er, very well?" she says, not sounding well at all. "Actually," she lowers her voice to a whisper, "We're having some Cowboy trouble tonight. I know, not very surprising." She keeps her eyes pealed down the street.
Shaw replies, "Sorry to hear that, let me know if I can help you with that at all. And before I leave town have that boyfriend of yours catch up with me, I have something with me that I promised to give him when we last met." "I think we're ok for now, thank you. What is it you have for Jake?" she asks glancing at him across the street. He replies, "A long-range rifle. He had admired the ones that my men and I used that day out on the range. I brought one with me for the marksmanship competitions that I had planned to present to him afterwards. It is a fine weapon, I won first place with it."
"Oh congratulations! He would love to have that. He's a bit busy at the moment but it might come in handy soon. Do you have it now? Perhaps one of your men could drop it at the Lucky Lady." "I could do that." He then notices the man standing on the porch beside and behind Ruby. "And speaking of the Marksmanship Competition, Hello Mr. Murdock. It is good to see you again." Emery reaches past Ruby, extending his hand to a tall blonde-haired man in western clothing and with a rifle slung on his back. The man appears to be more startled than Ruby was at Emery's acknowledgement.
Emery glances to Ruby and says, "Mr. Murdock finished second in the competition." He turns back to the man, who returns the handshake, and says, "That was some mighty fine shooting son." "Er...thank you Sir," the man replies. Ruby wracked her brain, trying to remember if Murdock was one of the names given to them by Judge Isby. Not being able to remember she stayed suspicious. She reaches out her hand to him, "Mr. Murdock, congratulations on your second place finish. I hope you realize what an honor it is, finishing behind this man, that is, for he is an excellent shot and," she smiles at Shaw, "A good friend of mine."
Ruby shakes the man's hand. He seems a but put off on her touching him. She immediately senses that something is "not quite right" about him. "I was so upset having to miss the competition today. Why don't the two of you tell me all about it?" She smiles sweetly at the two men. Meanwhile she catches Jake's glances and rubs her wrist, although she isn't sure he catches the signal through the crowds.
Murdock says, "Hey, look, isn't that Mark Twain?" The welcoming committee is now climbing up onto the main stage 175 feet west on Main Street. Marshall Berg and the Greek/Roman Arch-Bishop are already on stage to greet him. Burton Lumley heads over to the podium to make the introduction. Shaw and Murdock both turn towards the stage. Ruby concentrates further on Murdock and begins to notice a faint magical aura surrounding him, not unlike the one that she detected on Gonzales when he was in his Mr. Austin disguise. She can see that the highest concentration of magic is on Murdock's metal belt buckle.
Ruby tries to concentrate on his eyes and his voice when he speaks. "Isn't it wonderful that Mark Twain's come to our little town?" She does not take her eyes off him. While he isn't looking she gracefully reaches up to pull some hair off her face, using deft hand movements to pick her small dagger out of her hair clip. She hides it in her hand and when she puts her hand back down, her skirts. Murdock glances at her with the corner of his eye and then focuses back on the stage where Lumley is continuing his long-winded introduction. Ruby continues to watch the road and watch Murdock. On the other side of the road Jake brushes his gun and keeps one eye on the road and the other eye on Ruby.
Ginnie takes a few minutes to get dressed in some of Kate's clothing that she hasn't been seen in recently that would not be readily identified. She then spends the couple of minutes it takes to adjust her walk and body motions so that she actually will look to be another person and not have the free wheeling street stride of a guttersnipe. She packs some spell components, her scroll and money, in a small carry bag along with some empty sheets of paper that she can place components on if necessary. She heads down to the kitchen where she nabs three breakable jars that she fills with oil and twists a wick on. She also pockets a batch of the kitchen matches and snags a cookie that is laying warm on a rack and heads out onto the road by the back door doing her best not to be seen coming from the cantina.
Ginnie proceeds west along South Street from the El Parador as 'Louise'. She begins to cross the intersection with Fremont where she notices Minerva standing over near the Marshall's Office and Nanuet ten feet away from her alongside the Great Western Boarding House's west wall. Ginnie and Minerva had both not yet been in Promise City back when 'Louise' had worked at the Lone Star but Nanuet clearly had and immediately recognizes the image of the woman wearing the hairclip.
Mr. Twain steps up onto the Stage. He begins by commenting "I am truly honored to be able to speak at a festival for Dionysus. Never let it be said that I would pass up an opportunity to honor those who promote strong drink." The audience laughs. He continues, "And to be in a fine city that offers such promise as this one, truly spectacular. I hear that last year Billy the Kid met his maker in this town, I thank you all for making my arrival far more pleasant."
He then takes out a book and places it on the podium. "I would like to read you a brief except from my latest novel, which should be arriving in books stores as we speak. It is titled 'The Prince and the Pauper' and I think that you will find it to be quite entertaining." He then begins to read from the first chapter. “Chapter I. The birth of the Prince and the Pauper.”
In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him. On the same day another English child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want him. All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the people went nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, and high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for days and nights together. By day, London was a sight to see, with gay banners waving from very balcony and housetop, and splendid pageants marching along. By night, it was again a sight to see, with its great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry around them. There was no talk in all England but of the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales, who lay lapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lords and ladies were tending him and watching over him--and not caring, either. But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of paupers.
Grant Keebler came into the stable as Kate had earlier asked, ready to again escort her on an errand. What time is it?" Katherine asked nervously. Grant Keebler took out a pocket watch and flipped it open. "7:30, Kate." She looked over at the Priest and Qualtaqa. "Good luck, Gentlemen. Take care." Kate clicked her tongue to the horse hitched to the cart, and she and Grant led it calmly onto the street. She kept her eyes open for the wagon that was supposed to be coming.
Kate continues up Fremont Street. She sees Nanuet standing near the Great Western Boarding house next to.....Louise! Kate flicked her eyes over and back, trying not to give anything away. She wasn't sure where Sonoma had been today, it could be her. It could be Mr. Gonzales, he wouldn't think twice about disguising himself as a woman. She put the thought firmly out of her mind that it could be Ginnie. Her teacher wouldn't have sent her girl out here to watch this.... "Keep on eye on the Great Western, Grant," she whispered. "The woman there. If something happens, we need to make sure she isn't harmed." She kept walking, praying to see that wagon.
Kate notices Minerva standing just off of Fremont Street in the thin alleyway between the Marshall's Office and the County Claims Office. She continues onward towards the intersection with Main Street, spotting Jake standing among a small crowd of men along the Bar-H Stable's corral fence and looking west up Main Street toward the speaker.
She hears Mr. Twain's Missouri twang sounding out a passage from his book: "The house which Tom's father lived in was up a foul little pocket called Offal Court, out of Pudding Lane. It was small, decayed, and rickety, but it was packed full of wretchedly poor families. Canty's tribe occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of bedstead in the corner; but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan, were not restricted--they had all the floor to themselves, and might sleep where they chose."
As she reaches the intersection she notices another wagon two books north, beyond the Golden Eagle Boarding House and the Morand's complex of buildings. It is an older wagon drawn by a pair of horses. There are two men seated on the bench. The wagon begins to move south on Fremont. "Oh gods, please don't let this go bad," she whispered. "I think they have help in the cash store."
Jake keeps his eyes up Freemont Street, watching for the wagon. Ruby continues to closely watch Murdock. "Isn't Mr. Twain wonderful?" she gushes, again trying to recognize his voice with his answer. Without turning his head towards Ruby Murdock replies, "Quiet woman, I'm trying to listen." Ruby narrowed her eyes and kept her small dagger at the ready. Was he listening for something particular? She kept on guard, also looking for Kate and the wagons.
Kate reaches the center of the intersection. The southbound wagon is continuing, now passing in front of the Papago Cash Store. The driver does a sideways glance over to the store as they go by it. The wagon continues to get closer. As the other wagon continues south it veers over towards the east side of the road, so that when it stops Kate's wagon will be between it and the crowds further west on Main Street. Kate does not recognize either man. The driver is focused on the rig while the other man is staring at Kate. He has a shotgun lying on his lap, the barrel pointing to the right of him, which will be in Kate's direction momentarily.
Meanwhile, Twain's stops and he says, "But I don't want to read everything to you, then why would you buy the book? I will now skip ahead to the third chapter. This is where the prince and the pauper first meet. Young Tom was at the royal gate among the crowds staring at the passing Prince and found himself too close.
Before he knew what he was about, he had his face against the gate-bars. The next instant one of the soldiers snatched him rudely away, and sent him spinning among the gaping crowd of country gawks and London idlers. The soldier said, "Mind thy manners, thou young beggar!" The crowd jeered and laughed; but the young prince sprang to the gate with his face flushed, and his eyes flashing with indignation, and cried out, "How dar'st thou use a poor lad like that? How dar'st thou use the King my father's meanest subject so? Open the gates, and let him in!"
You should have seen that fickle crowd snatch off their hats then. You should have heard them cheer, and shout, "Long live the Prince of Wales!" The soldiers presented arms with their halberds, opened the gates, and presented again as the little Prince of Poverty passed in, in his fluttering rags, to join hands with the Prince of Limitless Plenty. Edward Tudor said "Thou lookest tired and hungry: thou'st been treated ill. Come with me."
Kate tried not to flinch from the stare that was boring into her. She kept moving forward, wishing she didn't have to move in front of that shotgun. There was much more going on than she had thought. "Let's get this over with," she muttered. The driver stops the wagon. The man beside him hands the driver the shotgun, which the driver keeps at the ready, his hand near but not on the trigger, and casually pointed in Kate's general direction.
The other man climbs over to Kate's wagon and starts to move the boxes of books. Kate mutters, “I guess I didn't have to worry about moving the books myself.” She stood back with Grant and let them do their business. She knew the others were out there. It was tempting just to end these men. But in the middle of the festival, in the middle of town.... Beside Ringo's threats, it was a recipe for disaster. Still, she was very aware of the weight of the pistol and the wand in her pocket. Ruby notices that Murdock continues to face towards the stage but his eyes keep darting to the left, watching the exchange of books with his peripheral vision.
Chester thanks Valdez and limps to his room to put away his rifle. His right leg still itches the healing magic, but soon he can put his full weight on it. The deputy wads up his ruined clothes and changes into some fresh ones. He checks his sixguns and finds that the Colt's barrel was bent by the blast. Chester sighs at his misfortune. "I guess the Fates have decided I can't have any more guns. I'll bring this to Pierre next time I see him. Better find Mitch to tell him I can work now."
Chester stops by the office, but no one is there. He searches around until he finds the Marshal. "Any sign of the cowboys?" Berg says, "None at all. Did you find anything out?" "Except for finding out that the cowboys like dynamite, no. Although one cowboy has crossed the River Styx. Ringo wasn't there. So he's probably nearby."
Chester finds Clarisse watching the musical performances. He covers her eyes. "Guess who?" She says, "Chester, where have you been? You missed your fencing match with Mr. Tomlinson." Chester kisses her. "I missed you, too. I had to do something. I'm sorry I couldn't be your champion." She smack him on the shoulder. "Don't tease me. But it's nice that you would fight for me." "Of course I would. You're very important to me. Now, I need to walk around. Hard to catch criminals when I'm too busy looking at you. Bye."
Chester wanders around, looking for cowboys, pickpockets, and the like. Nanuet finds him and tells him what's going on. "OK. I can keep watch there. Do I need my rifle?" "It would be a good idea, my friend. We don't know when Ringo will strike." Chester retrieves his Spencer and positions himself near the house across Fremont from the Comique.
Ruby takes a few minutes to talk with Jake. They decide they will watch the books from afar but make sure they don't get involved as long as Kate is alright. After that they'll get ready for the ball, and they both agree that most likely Johnny Ringo will be there. Ruby tells Jake she is going to visit Jane. She makes her way over to the Palace where Deacon McCoy has his hands full, just as the case all over Promise City. Ruby asks for someone to get Jane, and it's only a matter of minutes before the scared woman comes to the door.
Jane exclaims, "Ruby, what have you heard? Anything? What's going on?" Ruby sits Jane down on the steps then joins her. "No, I don't know what's going on with you know who. I can't say that he won't show up tonight. There is something you should know. He has threatened me also. But..." she glances up and down the street, "I have to do my dance tonight. I said I would honor the goddess and I will. But Jane, you do not have to go on and at this point I do think you'd be risking your life to do so." "Ruby, if he has threatened you, you shouldn't do it either!" Jane replies frantically. Ruby gives her a small smile, "Oh, he will come after me no matter what I do, it's not because of this. But the love of Jake is worth the risk I have to take."
She places her hand on Jane's arm. "There is something else. There are priests here to see you. They have been told you are overzealous and they have come to make sure you are not influencing people against their wills. I'm not entirely sure how they would have gotten that idea but I'm sure you would agree with me that it would be unfair for anyone to force someone to do something they don't want to do." As she speaks she looks deep into Jane's eyes. "I am new to the goddess but I would guess she would want true believers to bring her love and desire and she would rather have that than some false emotions being given to her."
"The priestess Minerva feels you have done a great injustice but I have heard no facts from anyone, only words. Understand something, I am not doing the dance for you, I'm doing it for her."
At the El Parador, Kate ran to her teacher's rooms after Nanuet left and updated him on what was going to happen. He, like the others, had his concerns, but he also seemed more comfortable with at least trying to do something than just giving up. She left Ginnie upstairs with him, hoping she would stay in for the night, but knowing she would do as she wished.
After Kate leaves Gonzales and Ginny have an argument. First, she wants some of the books to stay that she hasn't checked yet. He assures her that they have already been brought downstairs and that ALL are needed to make the exchange legitimate. She adamantly refuses to stay put. She says, "Alright. I need to be out there but not be me. Do you have something that can help me look like somebody else?" Gonzales says, "But the magic bullet with your name could still find you even in disguise." She replies, "But Ringo won't fire it if he doesn't actually see Ginnie. He wouldn't waste it."
Gonzales buys into that logic. He locates the "Louise" hairclip, explaining that it will project a humanized version of Sonoma. "I can do that," Ginnie states. Gonzales adds "Louise speaks with a Boston accent." Ginnie replies, "Like this, I do believe that I am proficient in Ma'am Kate's personalized Bostonian accent and can adjust it if need be." Gonzales gets the clip and activates it. Ginnie can now barely breath as her previously loose clothing is now so tight it is close to bursting. "Couldn't we have waited until I changed!" she exclaims. She heads off to Kate's room to borrow some clothing.
Kate had gone back down to the Cantina, arriving only moments before the Priests entered. It was odd to see the men out of their robes and in western-style jeans, shirts, and vests. She didn't approach them, instead heading toward the back way out. It was a few minutes before they appeared. "This way," she said quietly, leading them to the stable. "There is someone for you to meet.
The three entered the stable, and the centaur Qualtaqa stepped into the dim light. Kate had to admire how quickly the Bishop and his attendant Trius masked their surprise. "Bishop Papandraus, Trius, this is Qualtaqa. He is a skilled tracker with many helpful talents. He will accompany you out of town. The priest replies, “Qualtaqa, we are so grateful for your help, this is no small task we have asked of you." The centaur dipped his head slightly. "It is nothing. My skills are needed, and the elf Nanuet and yourself earned my help with your assistance to the Apache. I am pleased to help."
Kate nodded. "Thank you. Gentlemen, the books are over here in the cart." She pulled the cover back and exposed the large pile of books. "One of my friends asked a good question. She wondered what defines evil, from the point of a spell. Are you certain it will stop Ringo from using these books?"
"Ah," the Bishop began with a bit of a smile, "Yes, evil is a difficult word. Not all who follow Ares are evil. Many soldiers venerate him, some seek his help in conflicts they feel they cannot avoid. Just as one can feel love with Aphrodite to incite it, one can make war without Ares to start it. But from what you say of this Priest, he revels in violence. He has offered to slaughter innocents to get what he wants. The spell I intend to use assumes a wide definition of evil. I have no doubt this man will fall under it."
Kate nodded and stood back to give the Priest room to work. He circled the cart twice, muttering softly in what she could only assume was Latin. Instead of gestures with his arms, he made flickering symbols with his fingers. After about thirty seconds her furrowed his brow and make a separate motion. Katherine understood enough about magic now to know that it was a separate spell. He says, "I added a little something. He should not feel a need to examine the books too closely until tomorrow." "Thank you," Kate said again. "I guess now all there is to do is wait for 7:30."
As the time for the exchange nears both Jake and Ruby gather up weapons and prepare. They walk together towards the exchange point and choose spots on opposite sides of the busy streets. Nanuet and Minerva were supposed to be doing the same, but down the street, more towards the edge of town. They had decided to try to stay out of the exchange and just make sure that Katherine was ok.
At approximately 7:25 PM the Wells Fargo stagecoach pulls into town. It turns west onto Sierra and down to Front where it turns left, stopping before Drover's Hotel and Saloon. A welcoming committee comprised of Elton Hubbard, Hamilton Fisk, Burton Lumley and Doctor James Eaton are there to greet Samuel Clemens when he exits the stagecoach. Newton Gilly, rifle in hand accompanies they as they proceed to walk south as a group towards the stage at intersection of Main and Front Streets.
Meanwhile, Emery Shaw steps out from the Comique Variety Hall and Saloon where he has been enjoying a drink with friends. He notices Ruby standing on the Comique's porch and approaches her. "Well hello Miss. West, and how are you on this fine evening?" he asks. "Mr. Shaw!" Ruby jumps as she is startled by Shaw's voice behind her. "Er, very well?" she says, not sounding well at all. "Actually," she lowers her voice to a whisper, "We're having some Cowboy trouble tonight. I know, not very surprising." She keeps her eyes pealed down the street.
Shaw replies, "Sorry to hear that, let me know if I can help you with that at all. And before I leave town have that boyfriend of yours catch up with me, I have something with me that I promised to give him when we last met." "I think we're ok for now, thank you. What is it you have for Jake?" she asks glancing at him across the street. He replies, "A long-range rifle. He had admired the ones that my men and I used that day out on the range. I brought one with me for the marksmanship competitions that I had planned to present to him afterwards. It is a fine weapon, I won first place with it."
"Oh congratulations! He would love to have that. He's a bit busy at the moment but it might come in handy soon. Do you have it now? Perhaps one of your men could drop it at the Lucky Lady." "I could do that." He then notices the man standing on the porch beside and behind Ruby. "And speaking of the Marksmanship Competition, Hello Mr. Murdock. It is good to see you again." Emery reaches past Ruby, extending his hand to a tall blonde-haired man in western clothing and with a rifle slung on his back. The man appears to be more startled than Ruby was at Emery's acknowledgement.
Emery glances to Ruby and says, "Mr. Murdock finished second in the competition." He turns back to the man, who returns the handshake, and says, "That was some mighty fine shooting son." "Er...thank you Sir," the man replies. Ruby wracked her brain, trying to remember if Murdock was one of the names given to them by Judge Isby. Not being able to remember she stayed suspicious. She reaches out her hand to him, "Mr. Murdock, congratulations on your second place finish. I hope you realize what an honor it is, finishing behind this man, that is, for he is an excellent shot and," she smiles at Shaw, "A good friend of mine."
Ruby shakes the man's hand. He seems a but put off on her touching him. She immediately senses that something is "not quite right" about him. "I was so upset having to miss the competition today. Why don't the two of you tell me all about it?" She smiles sweetly at the two men. Meanwhile she catches Jake's glances and rubs her wrist, although she isn't sure he catches the signal through the crowds.
Murdock says, "Hey, look, isn't that Mark Twain?" The welcoming committee is now climbing up onto the main stage 175 feet west on Main Street. Marshall Berg and the Greek/Roman Arch-Bishop are already on stage to greet him. Burton Lumley heads over to the podium to make the introduction. Shaw and Murdock both turn towards the stage. Ruby concentrates further on Murdock and begins to notice a faint magical aura surrounding him, not unlike the one that she detected on Gonzales when he was in his Mr. Austin disguise. She can see that the highest concentration of magic is on Murdock's metal belt buckle.
Ruby tries to concentrate on his eyes and his voice when he speaks. "Isn't it wonderful that Mark Twain's come to our little town?" She does not take her eyes off him. While he isn't looking she gracefully reaches up to pull some hair off her face, using deft hand movements to pick her small dagger out of her hair clip. She hides it in her hand and when she puts her hand back down, her skirts. Murdock glances at her with the corner of his eye and then focuses back on the stage where Lumley is continuing his long-winded introduction. Ruby continues to watch the road and watch Murdock. On the other side of the road Jake brushes his gun and keeps one eye on the road and the other eye on Ruby.
Ginnie takes a few minutes to get dressed in some of Kate's clothing that she hasn't been seen in recently that would not be readily identified. She then spends the couple of minutes it takes to adjust her walk and body motions so that she actually will look to be another person and not have the free wheeling street stride of a guttersnipe. She packs some spell components, her scroll and money, in a small carry bag along with some empty sheets of paper that she can place components on if necessary. She heads down to the kitchen where she nabs three breakable jars that she fills with oil and twists a wick on. She also pockets a batch of the kitchen matches and snags a cookie that is laying warm on a rack and heads out onto the road by the back door doing her best not to be seen coming from the cantina.
Ginnie proceeds west along South Street from the El Parador as 'Louise'. She begins to cross the intersection with Fremont where she notices Minerva standing over near the Marshall's Office and Nanuet ten feet away from her alongside the Great Western Boarding House's west wall. Ginnie and Minerva had both not yet been in Promise City back when 'Louise' had worked at the Lone Star but Nanuet clearly had and immediately recognizes the image of the woman wearing the hairclip.
Mr. Twain steps up onto the Stage. He begins by commenting "I am truly honored to be able to speak at a festival for Dionysus. Never let it be said that I would pass up an opportunity to honor those who promote strong drink." The audience laughs. He continues, "And to be in a fine city that offers such promise as this one, truly spectacular. I hear that last year Billy the Kid met his maker in this town, I thank you all for making my arrival far more pleasant."
He then takes out a book and places it on the podium. "I would like to read you a brief except from my latest novel, which should be arriving in books stores as we speak. It is titled 'The Prince and the Pauper' and I think that you will find it to be quite entertaining." He then begins to read from the first chapter. “Chapter I. The birth of the Prince and the Pauper.”
In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him. On the same day another English child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want him. All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the people went nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, and high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for days and nights together. By day, London was a sight to see, with gay banners waving from very balcony and housetop, and splendid pageants marching along. By night, it was again a sight to see, with its great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry around them. There was no talk in all England but of the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales, who lay lapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lords and ladies were tending him and watching over him--and not caring, either. But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of paupers.
Grant Keebler came into the stable as Kate had earlier asked, ready to again escort her on an errand. What time is it?" Katherine asked nervously. Grant Keebler took out a pocket watch and flipped it open. "7:30, Kate." She looked over at the Priest and Qualtaqa. "Good luck, Gentlemen. Take care." Kate clicked her tongue to the horse hitched to the cart, and she and Grant led it calmly onto the street. She kept her eyes open for the wagon that was supposed to be coming.
Kate continues up Fremont Street. She sees Nanuet standing near the Great Western Boarding house next to.....Louise! Kate flicked her eyes over and back, trying not to give anything away. She wasn't sure where Sonoma had been today, it could be her. It could be Mr. Gonzales, he wouldn't think twice about disguising himself as a woman. She put the thought firmly out of her mind that it could be Ginnie. Her teacher wouldn't have sent her girl out here to watch this.... "Keep on eye on the Great Western, Grant," she whispered. "The woman there. If something happens, we need to make sure she isn't harmed." She kept walking, praying to see that wagon.
Kate notices Minerva standing just off of Fremont Street in the thin alleyway between the Marshall's Office and the County Claims Office. She continues onward towards the intersection with Main Street, spotting Jake standing among a small crowd of men along the Bar-H Stable's corral fence and looking west up Main Street toward the speaker.
She hears Mr. Twain's Missouri twang sounding out a passage from his book: "The house which Tom's father lived in was up a foul little pocket called Offal Court, out of Pudding Lane. It was small, decayed, and rickety, but it was packed full of wretchedly poor families. Canty's tribe occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of bedstead in the corner; but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan, were not restricted--they had all the floor to themselves, and might sleep where they chose."
As she reaches the intersection she notices another wagon two books north, beyond the Golden Eagle Boarding House and the Morand's complex of buildings. It is an older wagon drawn by a pair of horses. There are two men seated on the bench. The wagon begins to move south on Fremont. "Oh gods, please don't let this go bad," she whispered. "I think they have help in the cash store."
Jake keeps his eyes up Freemont Street, watching for the wagon. Ruby continues to closely watch Murdock. "Isn't Mr. Twain wonderful?" she gushes, again trying to recognize his voice with his answer. Without turning his head towards Ruby Murdock replies, "Quiet woman, I'm trying to listen." Ruby narrowed her eyes and kept her small dagger at the ready. Was he listening for something particular? She kept on guard, also looking for Kate and the wagons.
Kate reaches the center of the intersection. The southbound wagon is continuing, now passing in front of the Papago Cash Store. The driver does a sideways glance over to the store as they go by it. The wagon continues to get closer. As the other wagon continues south it veers over towards the east side of the road, so that when it stops Kate's wagon will be between it and the crowds further west on Main Street. Kate does not recognize either man. The driver is focused on the rig while the other man is staring at Kate. He has a shotgun lying on his lap, the barrel pointing to the right of him, which will be in Kate's direction momentarily.
Meanwhile, Twain's stops and he says, "But I don't want to read everything to you, then why would you buy the book? I will now skip ahead to the third chapter. This is where the prince and the pauper first meet. Young Tom was at the royal gate among the crowds staring at the passing Prince and found himself too close.
Before he knew what he was about, he had his face against the gate-bars. The next instant one of the soldiers snatched him rudely away, and sent him spinning among the gaping crowd of country gawks and London idlers. The soldier said, "Mind thy manners, thou young beggar!" The crowd jeered and laughed; but the young prince sprang to the gate with his face flushed, and his eyes flashing with indignation, and cried out, "How dar'st thou use a poor lad like that? How dar'st thou use the King my father's meanest subject so? Open the gates, and let him in!"
You should have seen that fickle crowd snatch off their hats then. You should have heard them cheer, and shout, "Long live the Prince of Wales!" The soldiers presented arms with their halberds, opened the gates, and presented again as the little Prince of Poverty passed in, in his fluttering rags, to join hands with the Prince of Limitless Plenty. Edward Tudor said "Thou lookest tired and hungry: thou'st been treated ill. Come with me."
Kate tried not to flinch from the stare that was boring into her. She kept moving forward, wishing she didn't have to move in front of that shotgun. There was much more going on than she had thought. "Let's get this over with," she muttered. The driver stops the wagon. The man beside him hands the driver the shotgun, which the driver keeps at the ready, his hand near but not on the trigger, and casually pointed in Kate's general direction.
The other man climbs over to Kate's wagon and starts to move the boxes of books. Kate mutters, “I guess I didn't have to worry about moving the books myself.” She stood back with Grant and let them do their business. She knew the others were out there. It was tempting just to end these men. But in the middle of the festival, in the middle of town.... Beside Ringo's threats, it was a recipe for disaster. Still, she was very aware of the weight of the pistol and the wand in her pocket. Ruby notices that Murdock continues to face towards the stage but his eyes keep darting to the left, watching the exchange of books with his peripheral vision.