Silver Moon
Adventurer
Chapter 132, "The Escape", September 13, 1882, 10:30 PM.
Callum says to Fauccault "I beg of you sir, do not do this. Be thankful for the extra decades that you have already received and let this object go." Abby adds, "Monsieur Fouccault, I have found a frightening capacity for violence within myself over the last week." "You certainly have," Gerome interjects as he rubs his cast and sling. She snaps at Gerome "I gave you a scratch that quit bleeding in seconds. Did you go find someone to break that for you? After you woke from your fainting spell, that is? The punch to the nose did more damage, but of course, to play THAT up you'd have to put a big, ugly bandage on your pretty face."
Abby continues her conversation with Fauccalut, "Only an absolute line in the sand, that I would not kill another except as an absolute last resort, has kept it in check. Jean-Leon there is a beneficiary of that. We all know it's true. Once you allow yourself to do something a first time, it is far easier to do it a second." Fouccault says, "I assure you that you two will not be harmed. If you have concerns about Jean Gerome or Marcel Pharquare watching over you I can arrange for other guards. Getting the object sooner than later will be a top priority, so your stay in our company will be of short duration.
Abby says, "The only thing you're right about is that any stay in your company will be of an excessively short duration." Abby notices an odd movement from Callum, him turning his head slightly and a very faint smile crossing over his face before resuming his stoic expression. Callum exclaims, "Okay, I believe you Mr. Fouccault, and if you ensure that neither of these two will be our guards than I will have to agree to your terms. Once we reach our destination I will tell you all that I know about the Egyptian vault.
And I thank you for the cognac. After cognac I always enjoy a nice cigar. And this may be the last time I may have an opportunity to do so in the next week or two while we are in your company. So I will do so now." Callum slowly and carefully removes the cigar case and selects the cigar with the blue band. "Is this what I have to look forward to? A life filled with cigar smoke?" Abby sighed just a bit dramatically. "Need a match, darling?" she added, picking up a box of matches from the sideboard of the well-appointed carriage. She remains uninterrupted as she lights the cigar.
He takes a few puffs, leaning his head back and them forward again. He removes the cigar from his mouth and blows smoke out. He then says, "It isn't so bad my dear. Have you never tried a cigar? It's just like those little cigarettes of yours, only better. Here, have a puff." He holds it out to her. Abby shrugged and took the cigar from him. She had never smoked anything in her life, but of course her father and his friends, and her Uncles had smoked pipes and cigars almost constantly. It wasn't as if she'd never been exposed to it before.
"Smells like my Father's," she said, quite honestly, before she put the end in her mouth to pull in some of the smoke. And as she does this, there is no smoke, only the trickle of liquid onto her tongue. As she raises her head up the liquid continues to flow into her mouth and down her throat. As she exhales, smoke pours from her mouth, despite the fact that none had gone in. She kept her expression under control and ruthlessly resisted the urge to fake a cough. "Not quite like a cigarette, dear."
He takes back the cigar and says, "Give it a few minutes, it will grow on you." It occurs to Abby that when Callum had magically disguised the elixir vials as cigars that he had not explained to her what the specific potions were, so she has no idea of exactly what to expect to happen. One thing that does happen is that a small trap door in the carriage roof above where Fouccault is seated opens and a man yells down from above. "There is a carriage chasing us." Fouccault says, "Well, then go faster", Fouccault yells up. "We have sir, it is still gaining," is the reply.
She looked over to Cal. "Well, I don't know what that could be," she then turned to look at Fauccault, "But I did warn you." Callum shifts the cigar to his other hand and then holds Abby's hand. The voice above says, "It's getting closer." Andre goes to move the curtain until Gerome yells "Keep it shut, do you want to give them targets." Fauccault looks squarely at Callum and says, "Mr. Stuart, who are they?"
Callum replies, "How should I know? I've been riding with you this whole time with the curtains drawn. My best guess would be that is is my friend, the Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich of Russia. We were together at the concert. He must have witnessed the abduction and is trying to rescue me. Russian noblemen tend to be very direct. If it is him then I would strongly advise against shooting at them. Vladimir's brother is the Tsar. If your wizarding group kills yet another foreign leader I suspect that the French Ruling Council will throw you all in prison, if they don't execute you outright."
Gerome snaps, "The wizarding group no longer exists, Victor Duruy and the Empress disbanded it earlier today." Callum answers "And do you think that technicality will matter to anybody if you kill a high ranking member of the Russian Royal Family?" Abby made sure she had a tight hold on Callum's hand. She suspected something like a feather fall, a jump, or a levitate, but was prepared even for something like a Fly spell. She says, "Gerome, once again your courage is astounding. I can smell your desperation from here. And since your group is disbanded you have not even a shadow of a right to pursue that artifact. What kind of sentences are handed out the abduction of foreign nationals in Paris?"
The man above calls down, "They're almost upon us. Should I shoot at the driver?" Fouccault calls up "Gods no, a crash at this speed would kill everybody inside it. Just try to get away from it." As Callum lets out a slight cough Abby then hears the sound of the horseshoes striking the ground from the pursing carriage. They are indeed close. The sounds then move even closer and more to the right. She then feels Callum's pulse where their wrists touch as his heart is now beating faster. A moment later a short sharp pain emits from her stomach, feeling a bit like indigestion.
She hadn't noticed the carriage going particularly fast during their ride, but with eight horses, and it having been Daguerre's, of course it must be moving magically faster as well. What must their pursuers be using to be able to overtake them? Abby covered her mouth with her hand. "Cigars don't seem to agree with me," she said. Her whole body was screaming at her to take action, but without knowing what the potion was doing, or what Cal planned, she had to wait for his cue. Which she suspected was the other carriage pulling alongside.
Abby's stomach pain ends but she then feels a short searing heat in her lungs, similar to how one feels after a long period of physical exertion, which causes her to cough. The pain ends only to be replaced by the racing of her heart. The physical feelings inside her body are also moving in the opposite direction, as she now experiences a slight bit of sensation in her nether regions. The sound of the other carriage's hoof beats do indeed confirm that it is now moving up alongside the one they are riding in. She also notes in her peripheral vision that Callum casually removes the magical cigar band from the cigar in his hand, with it transforming back into the glass vial and the illusion of the smoke no longer coming from it.
The sound of both carriages racing was making enough noise that Abby could pitch her voice so only Cal could hear. She very purposely did not look toward him while she spoke softly, "What have you done to me?" He softly whispers back "Think floor solid, door not." As the tingling sensation now enters her arms and legs she looks at him and can now start to see that he is becoming translucent, as she can start to new see through him to Andre seating on the opposite side of Callum. The sounds from the other carriage on the door-side of the one they are in has the other occupants distracted and none notice the ongoing change in Callum.
The voice above yells down, "They're trying to pass us." "Don't let them cut us off," Gerome yells back up. The tingling sensation now moves to Abby's hands and feet and her reflex action is to momentarily release the hand he is holding but she resists the urge. Abby held on even tighter, perhaps they would both not be solid soon, but they were the same. And two people who are the same can hold on to each other. "Almost there," she whispered. "Ready?"
"Not yet," Callum whispers back. Abby now feels the sensation run up her neck and then both her mouth and nose feel temporarily warm, similar to after one tastes something spicy. Next her eyes itch and then sound becomes momentarily muffled. All of those senses then return to normal as she then experiences a momentary sharp pain in her head, similar to a headache, which also quickly passes. She appears to still be solid although Callum had become even more translucent, almost as though he was made of glass.
The carriage takes a sharp turn to the left as the driver yells out "He's trying to ram us." "Ram us? What is going on out there?" she still whispered, as the last thing they wanted was attention drawn toward the two of them as they disappeared. Abby sees that Callum's transformation appears to have ended, with him still translucent rather than invisible. She notices that she is also now just beginning to turn clear. Gerome is the first inside the carriage to notice something is happening and yells, "Hey, that Scots guy is clear". The others look towards him and Marcel fires his gun into Callum's torso. The first two bullets sail right through him and into the leather bench seat while the carriage become smokier due tot he gun discharge. Callum begins to rise to his feet and move forward, still holding onto Abby's hand.
Even though she knew those bullets couldn't hurt him, her heart still skipped when the gun went off. She held the idea firm in her mind that the only things that were solid to her were those she wished to be. These men could not harm her. And she was collected enough to know that her urge to hurt them was not worth acting on. When Cal moved forward she went with him, trusting he wouldn't have started if she wasn't ready to go, too.
Charging directly towards Marcel, the Frenchman fires two more shots. These are more angled and while both pass harmlessly through Callum, one continues its path and strikes the shooter's cousin Andre in the arm. Callum releases the empty glass vial he is holding which materializes back into solid form after leaving his hand, landing in Fouccault's lap. The French wizard momentarily glances down at the object.
"The woman's changing too," Gerome yells. Marcel shifts the gun and fires the final two bullets in the revolver. Callum jerks her towards the door and the first bullet barely misses, but Marcel corrects his aim with the second which strikes her in the abdomen. By this point in time she was nearly as translucent as Callum, but she still feels the bullet both entering and exiting her body, with a sharp pain not unlike that of a hornet or wasp sting. "It's nothing, go!" she said urgently, catching up with Cal and moving toward the door with him. "Gerome will be bragging about how he mortally wounded me tomorrow, the gutless coward."
Callum nods but maintains eye contact with Fouccault. "Make it right," Callum states. Fouccault pauses then gives a slight nod to the affirmative. Callum then turns towards the door, pulling Abby behind him. While in front of the door he bends slightly and pushes himself off the floor, leaping into the side wall. 'Questions later, escape now,' she thought to herself. She copied Cal's movement, remembering the floor was solid, but she could pass through whatever she wished to, and tried to prepare herself for what she'd see outside.
Still holding Callum's hand, she passes through the wall behind him. Based upon speed gauged from prior train travels it appears that they are travelling at close to sixty-miles per hour, faster than the quickest race horse ever ran. They are leaping towards the other carriage running alongside but it is too far away, and they start to fall. But Callum manages to maneuver in the air and get his arm and leg to pass through the closed doorway of the opposite carriage, while still holding onto Abby's hand with the other arm.
He swings his second leg up and inside next, as Abby now grabs his hand with both of hers. Thankfully gravity no longer seems to be a factor so the weight of the rest of her body is not dragging her down. She dares not look down either, as from looking up at the carriage from where she is, it is certain that from the waist down she is currently underground.
Abby wasn't quite imaginative enough to defy gravity, but if she could pass through the wall of a coach, she could pass through the ground. As long as she didn't look. The power of disbelief might not be able to quite manage that. As long as she was practicing her believing, she also believed that her still tender arms weren't going to scream at her after this was all over. She began to pull herself up Cal's arm as if it were a rope. She then used it to swing slightly, until she couldt shove her foot through the side of the carriage and onto the floor.
With Callum's assistance they are soon inside. She quickly notices that they are not surrounded by Russians but are instead inside of the Stuart family's coach. Still on the floor of the coach he tells her "Keep thinking of the floor as solid, I need to release your hand." "Of course it's solid, it's a floor," she muttered to herself. Callum lets her go and then climbs up onto the coach's seat and sticks his head through the roof. She hears him say "Driver, disable that other carriage, non-lethally if at all possible, and then turn us around." He then floats back down into the seat and walks out of it into the center floor. Once Cal returned, she asked, "How long until we're solid again?" He replies, "A half-hour, give or take ten minutes since I'm not sure if the dosage we each took was exactly half."
Unlike the carriage they just left, this one does not have the window curtains drawn. They hear a gunshot from above, which sounds surprisingly like an old-style flintlock pistol rather than a more modern revolver. An explosion follows, with the right rear wheel of the other carriage erupting in flames. The wheel disintegrates and the axle strikes the ground, but the driver is able to slow fast enough and turn in the direction of the fallen axle to prevent the carriage from overturning. Their own carriage then makes a wide turn and heads back in the direction they had traveled from at top speed. Callum sticks his head out through the door and yells up "The Hotel de Vendome, quickest speed possible until we reach traffic."
Abby says, "At first I thought you must have called the carriage somehow, but the Grand Duke seemed more plausible." Callum says, "Better than plausible, they would not have hesitated to attack this carriage. And when they see tomorrow's newspapers of the Grand Duke hugging me that will only confirm for them that is was he who mounted the rescue. While I was ninety-nine percent certain that it was my own carriage, that the driver had witnessed the abduction and followed, I didn't know for certain so was not lying to Fouccault. It was unlikely that he had any magic that could detect lies, but you never know, and I needed to establish trust with him at that point."
She began to consider the seat as part of the floor and therefore solid, then sat down. "Glad you picked up my cue there, not that it was subtle. We've never had a need to try to signal each other before. We may need to work on that. And that Marcel is lucky we didn't have to fight our way out. I almost went after him a couple times even before that. So, what's at the Hotel de Vendome?" He replies, "That is where The Empress and her new husband Victor Duruy are staying. It is a five-star hotel that had been originally designed as a massive six-story townhouse 160 years ago. It is near the Louvre. Earlier I had found out where they were staying so that we could avoid them, but after what just happened I think that it is imperative that you inform them of what their former associates are doing."
Abby says, "Then we'd better get our story straight. For example, why am I still here instead of on my way back to Egypt? A minor problem with the dirigible causing the need to come back for a repair makes sense there. You and I have known each other for years now, so it would make sense that I'd come to you for help. I doubt they'd recognize you as the pilot. I hate to lie, but I do need to be prepared should they ask." He says, "Actually, I was thinking that only you should see them. Then we don't have to worry about the dirigible and them thinking it is still here. As for a story, just tell them the truth. You returned to Paris to attend the Jacques Offenbach concert with a dear friend. While you meet with them I will get us some food and also dispatch another telegram to Queen Neferka."
She took a deep breath. "Is this going to be a problem when we solidify again?" she asked, indicating the gunshot wound. He answers, "Not particularly. The way the potion works is that it starts from the inside and works out, as I am sure you discovered. The epidermis is the very last thing to change, so the bullet would have traveled harmlessly through your interior and not damaged anything except for the outer skin and your dress over it. I suspect that they had magical ammunition in that gun, as you were phased enough that a normal bullet should have still passed through harmlessly." He gestures to one of the benches and says, "There are hidden compartments under the seats. The center one here contains a doctor's bag which has a magical salve. Whichever one of us solidifies first can retrieve it, to seal over the skin breaks." She says, “Yes, it would be a bad idea to let infection set in."
Abby continues, "Are you asking me to keep your name completely out of this? It makes sense not to let them see you until the memory of the dirigible pilot fades in their minds, but the fact that you were in Egypt is well-established through Mr. Stevenson’s story. And of course, if they question Fouccault he will mention your involvement. He says, "You do not need to keep my name out, just don't reference anything about me after the palace was attacked in Cairo, as that is when Gerome thinks I came back here. Don't lie, just don't elaborate. And you can and should reference me by name about being your date to the concert and the subsequent attack."
She asks, "By the way, what did you mean when you told Fauccault to make it right?” He answers, "I was concluding our earlier conversation, about him letting us go. He had the power to stop us, with a Dispel Magic spell. And if he cast that spell while we were phasing through the carriage wall it would have killed us. So by giving him the vial and stating that to him I was telling him exactly how I had done what I did, and asking him for permission for us to leave. He granted it and made no attempt to stop us. And the secondary purpose of the 'make it right' wording was for him to reconsider trying to obtain the artifact. You made some valid points to him regarding that."
She replies, "Darling, that was the last time I saw you until you showed up in the Legionnaire's uniform. I don't see any reason we'd need to get into that. They felt I might know where the artifact is now, and that you might know how to get to it, as you managed to get access to the Queen's magic carpet." Abby was quiet for a moment. "What I said to Foccault I meant. I'm frightened by how quickly, when I'm in a fight or flee situation, I'm primed to fight. So far I've managed to keep my head and not kill anyone, or not start a fight I can't win. I'm not sure if more experience will help, or just give me more opportunities to make a mistake."
He says, "We all make mistakes. It was probably a mistake to come into the city both yesterday and today, but we are entitled to live our lives to fullest and not be scared by potential danger. In hindsight, I would say that I only made one real mistake, and that was yesterday when I disguised the elixirs as cigars. I should have described them to you. The remaining one causes Invisibility, which I believe you already know how to use. But for the Elixir of Etherealness I should have given further explanation as to its use." She replies, "I could have asked, too. No, I don't want to live in fear, of others, or of myself."
She was quiet again for a moment. "I'm still keyed up. And an impending interview with the Empress isn't helping me relax." He says, "Well then, you had best find yourself something to do. But in an ethereal form like that the only thing you would be able to touch is another ethereal form." "Well, now that you mention it..." She grasped his hand and pulled him down to her, just slowly enough to give him a chance to remember that the bench was solid. "I have been looking for a chance to get you all to myself, with no interruptions." She put her hand behind his head and kissed him fiercely, finally able to let her instincts have free rein. He reciprocates, not hesitating to reignite the passions that both have been holding in check for the past week.
For the next twenty minutes, they are nearly oblivious to the world around them. Since anything removed from their persons would become solid and untouchable until the potion wore off, Abby became very quickly appreciative of the Scottish customs regarding how one wears a kilt. Her own skin tingled with pins and needles, the sweep of Cal's fingers leaving a fiery wake behind them. The violent energy that had built up within her at their abduction spent itself far more pleasantly in Cal's arms.
Callum says to Fauccault "I beg of you sir, do not do this. Be thankful for the extra decades that you have already received and let this object go." Abby adds, "Monsieur Fouccault, I have found a frightening capacity for violence within myself over the last week." "You certainly have," Gerome interjects as he rubs his cast and sling. She snaps at Gerome "I gave you a scratch that quit bleeding in seconds. Did you go find someone to break that for you? After you woke from your fainting spell, that is? The punch to the nose did more damage, but of course, to play THAT up you'd have to put a big, ugly bandage on your pretty face."
Abby continues her conversation with Fauccalut, "Only an absolute line in the sand, that I would not kill another except as an absolute last resort, has kept it in check. Jean-Leon there is a beneficiary of that. We all know it's true. Once you allow yourself to do something a first time, it is far easier to do it a second." Fouccault says, "I assure you that you two will not be harmed. If you have concerns about Jean Gerome or Marcel Pharquare watching over you I can arrange for other guards. Getting the object sooner than later will be a top priority, so your stay in our company will be of short duration.
Abby says, "The only thing you're right about is that any stay in your company will be of an excessively short duration." Abby notices an odd movement from Callum, him turning his head slightly and a very faint smile crossing over his face before resuming his stoic expression. Callum exclaims, "Okay, I believe you Mr. Fouccault, and if you ensure that neither of these two will be our guards than I will have to agree to your terms. Once we reach our destination I will tell you all that I know about the Egyptian vault.
And I thank you for the cognac. After cognac I always enjoy a nice cigar. And this may be the last time I may have an opportunity to do so in the next week or two while we are in your company. So I will do so now." Callum slowly and carefully removes the cigar case and selects the cigar with the blue band. "Is this what I have to look forward to? A life filled with cigar smoke?" Abby sighed just a bit dramatically. "Need a match, darling?" she added, picking up a box of matches from the sideboard of the well-appointed carriage. She remains uninterrupted as she lights the cigar.
He takes a few puffs, leaning his head back and them forward again. He removes the cigar from his mouth and blows smoke out. He then says, "It isn't so bad my dear. Have you never tried a cigar? It's just like those little cigarettes of yours, only better. Here, have a puff." He holds it out to her. Abby shrugged and took the cigar from him. She had never smoked anything in her life, but of course her father and his friends, and her Uncles had smoked pipes and cigars almost constantly. It wasn't as if she'd never been exposed to it before.
"Smells like my Father's," she said, quite honestly, before she put the end in her mouth to pull in some of the smoke. And as she does this, there is no smoke, only the trickle of liquid onto her tongue. As she raises her head up the liquid continues to flow into her mouth and down her throat. As she exhales, smoke pours from her mouth, despite the fact that none had gone in. She kept her expression under control and ruthlessly resisted the urge to fake a cough. "Not quite like a cigarette, dear."
He takes back the cigar and says, "Give it a few minutes, it will grow on you." It occurs to Abby that when Callum had magically disguised the elixir vials as cigars that he had not explained to her what the specific potions were, so she has no idea of exactly what to expect to happen. One thing that does happen is that a small trap door in the carriage roof above where Fouccault is seated opens and a man yells down from above. "There is a carriage chasing us." Fouccault says, "Well, then go faster", Fouccault yells up. "We have sir, it is still gaining," is the reply.
She looked over to Cal. "Well, I don't know what that could be," she then turned to look at Fauccault, "But I did warn you." Callum shifts the cigar to his other hand and then holds Abby's hand. The voice above says, "It's getting closer." Andre goes to move the curtain until Gerome yells "Keep it shut, do you want to give them targets." Fauccault looks squarely at Callum and says, "Mr. Stuart, who are they?"
Callum replies, "How should I know? I've been riding with you this whole time with the curtains drawn. My best guess would be that is is my friend, the Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich of Russia. We were together at the concert. He must have witnessed the abduction and is trying to rescue me. Russian noblemen tend to be very direct. If it is him then I would strongly advise against shooting at them. Vladimir's brother is the Tsar. If your wizarding group kills yet another foreign leader I suspect that the French Ruling Council will throw you all in prison, if they don't execute you outright."
Gerome snaps, "The wizarding group no longer exists, Victor Duruy and the Empress disbanded it earlier today." Callum answers "And do you think that technicality will matter to anybody if you kill a high ranking member of the Russian Royal Family?" Abby made sure she had a tight hold on Callum's hand. She suspected something like a feather fall, a jump, or a levitate, but was prepared even for something like a Fly spell. She says, "Gerome, once again your courage is astounding. I can smell your desperation from here. And since your group is disbanded you have not even a shadow of a right to pursue that artifact. What kind of sentences are handed out the abduction of foreign nationals in Paris?"
The man above calls down, "They're almost upon us. Should I shoot at the driver?" Fouccault calls up "Gods no, a crash at this speed would kill everybody inside it. Just try to get away from it." As Callum lets out a slight cough Abby then hears the sound of the horseshoes striking the ground from the pursing carriage. They are indeed close. The sounds then move even closer and more to the right. She then feels Callum's pulse where their wrists touch as his heart is now beating faster. A moment later a short sharp pain emits from her stomach, feeling a bit like indigestion.
She hadn't noticed the carriage going particularly fast during their ride, but with eight horses, and it having been Daguerre's, of course it must be moving magically faster as well. What must their pursuers be using to be able to overtake them? Abby covered her mouth with her hand. "Cigars don't seem to agree with me," she said. Her whole body was screaming at her to take action, but without knowing what the potion was doing, or what Cal planned, she had to wait for his cue. Which she suspected was the other carriage pulling alongside.
Abby's stomach pain ends but she then feels a short searing heat in her lungs, similar to how one feels after a long period of physical exertion, which causes her to cough. The pain ends only to be replaced by the racing of her heart. The physical feelings inside her body are also moving in the opposite direction, as she now experiences a slight bit of sensation in her nether regions. The sound of the other carriage's hoof beats do indeed confirm that it is now moving up alongside the one they are riding in. She also notes in her peripheral vision that Callum casually removes the magical cigar band from the cigar in his hand, with it transforming back into the glass vial and the illusion of the smoke no longer coming from it.
The sound of both carriages racing was making enough noise that Abby could pitch her voice so only Cal could hear. She very purposely did not look toward him while she spoke softly, "What have you done to me?" He softly whispers back "Think floor solid, door not." As the tingling sensation now enters her arms and legs she looks at him and can now start to see that he is becoming translucent, as she can start to new see through him to Andre seating on the opposite side of Callum. The sounds from the other carriage on the door-side of the one they are in has the other occupants distracted and none notice the ongoing change in Callum.
The voice above yells down, "They're trying to pass us." "Don't let them cut us off," Gerome yells back up. The tingling sensation now moves to Abby's hands and feet and her reflex action is to momentarily release the hand he is holding but she resists the urge. Abby held on even tighter, perhaps they would both not be solid soon, but they were the same. And two people who are the same can hold on to each other. "Almost there," she whispered. "Ready?"
"Not yet," Callum whispers back. Abby now feels the sensation run up her neck and then both her mouth and nose feel temporarily warm, similar to after one tastes something spicy. Next her eyes itch and then sound becomes momentarily muffled. All of those senses then return to normal as she then experiences a momentary sharp pain in her head, similar to a headache, which also quickly passes. She appears to still be solid although Callum had become even more translucent, almost as though he was made of glass.
The carriage takes a sharp turn to the left as the driver yells out "He's trying to ram us." "Ram us? What is going on out there?" she still whispered, as the last thing they wanted was attention drawn toward the two of them as they disappeared. Abby sees that Callum's transformation appears to have ended, with him still translucent rather than invisible. She notices that she is also now just beginning to turn clear. Gerome is the first inside the carriage to notice something is happening and yells, "Hey, that Scots guy is clear". The others look towards him and Marcel fires his gun into Callum's torso. The first two bullets sail right through him and into the leather bench seat while the carriage become smokier due tot he gun discharge. Callum begins to rise to his feet and move forward, still holding onto Abby's hand.
Even though she knew those bullets couldn't hurt him, her heart still skipped when the gun went off. She held the idea firm in her mind that the only things that were solid to her were those she wished to be. These men could not harm her. And she was collected enough to know that her urge to hurt them was not worth acting on. When Cal moved forward she went with him, trusting he wouldn't have started if she wasn't ready to go, too.
Charging directly towards Marcel, the Frenchman fires two more shots. These are more angled and while both pass harmlessly through Callum, one continues its path and strikes the shooter's cousin Andre in the arm. Callum releases the empty glass vial he is holding which materializes back into solid form after leaving his hand, landing in Fouccault's lap. The French wizard momentarily glances down at the object.
"The woman's changing too," Gerome yells. Marcel shifts the gun and fires the final two bullets in the revolver. Callum jerks her towards the door and the first bullet barely misses, but Marcel corrects his aim with the second which strikes her in the abdomen. By this point in time she was nearly as translucent as Callum, but she still feels the bullet both entering and exiting her body, with a sharp pain not unlike that of a hornet or wasp sting. "It's nothing, go!" she said urgently, catching up with Cal and moving toward the door with him. "Gerome will be bragging about how he mortally wounded me tomorrow, the gutless coward."
Callum nods but maintains eye contact with Fouccault. "Make it right," Callum states. Fouccault pauses then gives a slight nod to the affirmative. Callum then turns towards the door, pulling Abby behind him. While in front of the door he bends slightly and pushes himself off the floor, leaping into the side wall. 'Questions later, escape now,' she thought to herself. She copied Cal's movement, remembering the floor was solid, but she could pass through whatever she wished to, and tried to prepare herself for what she'd see outside.
Still holding Callum's hand, she passes through the wall behind him. Based upon speed gauged from prior train travels it appears that they are travelling at close to sixty-miles per hour, faster than the quickest race horse ever ran. They are leaping towards the other carriage running alongside but it is too far away, and they start to fall. But Callum manages to maneuver in the air and get his arm and leg to pass through the closed doorway of the opposite carriage, while still holding onto Abby's hand with the other arm.
He swings his second leg up and inside next, as Abby now grabs his hand with both of hers. Thankfully gravity no longer seems to be a factor so the weight of the rest of her body is not dragging her down. She dares not look down either, as from looking up at the carriage from where she is, it is certain that from the waist down she is currently underground.
Abby wasn't quite imaginative enough to defy gravity, but if she could pass through the wall of a coach, she could pass through the ground. As long as she didn't look. The power of disbelief might not be able to quite manage that. As long as she was practicing her believing, she also believed that her still tender arms weren't going to scream at her after this was all over. She began to pull herself up Cal's arm as if it were a rope. She then used it to swing slightly, until she couldt shove her foot through the side of the carriage and onto the floor.
With Callum's assistance they are soon inside. She quickly notices that they are not surrounded by Russians but are instead inside of the Stuart family's coach. Still on the floor of the coach he tells her "Keep thinking of the floor as solid, I need to release your hand." "Of course it's solid, it's a floor," she muttered to herself. Callum lets her go and then climbs up onto the coach's seat and sticks his head through the roof. She hears him say "Driver, disable that other carriage, non-lethally if at all possible, and then turn us around." He then floats back down into the seat and walks out of it into the center floor. Once Cal returned, she asked, "How long until we're solid again?" He replies, "A half-hour, give or take ten minutes since I'm not sure if the dosage we each took was exactly half."
Unlike the carriage they just left, this one does not have the window curtains drawn. They hear a gunshot from above, which sounds surprisingly like an old-style flintlock pistol rather than a more modern revolver. An explosion follows, with the right rear wheel of the other carriage erupting in flames. The wheel disintegrates and the axle strikes the ground, but the driver is able to slow fast enough and turn in the direction of the fallen axle to prevent the carriage from overturning. Their own carriage then makes a wide turn and heads back in the direction they had traveled from at top speed. Callum sticks his head out through the door and yells up "The Hotel de Vendome, quickest speed possible until we reach traffic."
Abby says, "At first I thought you must have called the carriage somehow, but the Grand Duke seemed more plausible." Callum says, "Better than plausible, they would not have hesitated to attack this carriage. And when they see tomorrow's newspapers of the Grand Duke hugging me that will only confirm for them that is was he who mounted the rescue. While I was ninety-nine percent certain that it was my own carriage, that the driver had witnessed the abduction and followed, I didn't know for certain so was not lying to Fouccault. It was unlikely that he had any magic that could detect lies, but you never know, and I needed to establish trust with him at that point."
She began to consider the seat as part of the floor and therefore solid, then sat down. "Glad you picked up my cue there, not that it was subtle. We've never had a need to try to signal each other before. We may need to work on that. And that Marcel is lucky we didn't have to fight our way out. I almost went after him a couple times even before that. So, what's at the Hotel de Vendome?" He replies, "That is where The Empress and her new husband Victor Duruy are staying. It is a five-star hotel that had been originally designed as a massive six-story townhouse 160 years ago. It is near the Louvre. Earlier I had found out where they were staying so that we could avoid them, but after what just happened I think that it is imperative that you inform them of what their former associates are doing."
Abby says, "Then we'd better get our story straight. For example, why am I still here instead of on my way back to Egypt? A minor problem with the dirigible causing the need to come back for a repair makes sense there. You and I have known each other for years now, so it would make sense that I'd come to you for help. I doubt they'd recognize you as the pilot. I hate to lie, but I do need to be prepared should they ask." He says, "Actually, I was thinking that only you should see them. Then we don't have to worry about the dirigible and them thinking it is still here. As for a story, just tell them the truth. You returned to Paris to attend the Jacques Offenbach concert with a dear friend. While you meet with them I will get us some food and also dispatch another telegram to Queen Neferka."
She took a deep breath. "Is this going to be a problem when we solidify again?" she asked, indicating the gunshot wound. He answers, "Not particularly. The way the potion works is that it starts from the inside and works out, as I am sure you discovered. The epidermis is the very last thing to change, so the bullet would have traveled harmlessly through your interior and not damaged anything except for the outer skin and your dress over it. I suspect that they had magical ammunition in that gun, as you were phased enough that a normal bullet should have still passed through harmlessly." He gestures to one of the benches and says, "There are hidden compartments under the seats. The center one here contains a doctor's bag which has a magical salve. Whichever one of us solidifies first can retrieve it, to seal over the skin breaks." She says, “Yes, it would be a bad idea to let infection set in."
Abby continues, "Are you asking me to keep your name completely out of this? It makes sense not to let them see you until the memory of the dirigible pilot fades in their minds, but the fact that you were in Egypt is well-established through Mr. Stevenson’s story. And of course, if they question Fouccault he will mention your involvement. He says, "You do not need to keep my name out, just don't reference anything about me after the palace was attacked in Cairo, as that is when Gerome thinks I came back here. Don't lie, just don't elaborate. And you can and should reference me by name about being your date to the concert and the subsequent attack."
She asks, "By the way, what did you mean when you told Fauccault to make it right?” He answers, "I was concluding our earlier conversation, about him letting us go. He had the power to stop us, with a Dispel Magic spell. And if he cast that spell while we were phasing through the carriage wall it would have killed us. So by giving him the vial and stating that to him I was telling him exactly how I had done what I did, and asking him for permission for us to leave. He granted it and made no attempt to stop us. And the secondary purpose of the 'make it right' wording was for him to reconsider trying to obtain the artifact. You made some valid points to him regarding that."
She replies, "Darling, that was the last time I saw you until you showed up in the Legionnaire's uniform. I don't see any reason we'd need to get into that. They felt I might know where the artifact is now, and that you might know how to get to it, as you managed to get access to the Queen's magic carpet." Abby was quiet for a moment. "What I said to Foccault I meant. I'm frightened by how quickly, when I'm in a fight or flee situation, I'm primed to fight. So far I've managed to keep my head and not kill anyone, or not start a fight I can't win. I'm not sure if more experience will help, or just give me more opportunities to make a mistake."
He says, "We all make mistakes. It was probably a mistake to come into the city both yesterday and today, but we are entitled to live our lives to fullest and not be scared by potential danger. In hindsight, I would say that I only made one real mistake, and that was yesterday when I disguised the elixirs as cigars. I should have described them to you. The remaining one causes Invisibility, which I believe you already know how to use. But for the Elixir of Etherealness I should have given further explanation as to its use." She replies, "I could have asked, too. No, I don't want to live in fear, of others, or of myself."
She was quiet again for a moment. "I'm still keyed up. And an impending interview with the Empress isn't helping me relax." He says, "Well then, you had best find yourself something to do. But in an ethereal form like that the only thing you would be able to touch is another ethereal form." "Well, now that you mention it..." She grasped his hand and pulled him down to her, just slowly enough to give him a chance to remember that the bench was solid. "I have been looking for a chance to get you all to myself, with no interruptions." She put her hand behind his head and kissed him fiercely, finally able to let her instincts have free rein. He reciprocates, not hesitating to reignite the passions that both have been holding in check for the past week.
For the next twenty minutes, they are nearly oblivious to the world around them. Since anything removed from their persons would become solid and untouchable until the potion wore off, Abby became very quickly appreciative of the Scottish customs regarding how one wears a kilt. Her own skin tingled with pins and needles, the sweep of Cal's fingers leaving a fiery wake behind them. The violent energy that had built up within her at their abduction spent itself far more pleasantly in Cal's arms.