Goblins and Snowflakes

by Melanie Karsak

  “And she had a bit of help. You’ll never guess who.”

  “No doubt that uncle of hers. Earl Walpole is such a clever man.”

  “That he is, but… Scarlette, you tell her.”

  “I chuckled. Master Archibald Boatswain and his grandson are at Strawberry Hill. The younger Boatswain gave me a bit of advice.”

  “Boatswain,” Laura said with a gasp. “That’s remarkable. Can you believe it, Lizzie? On one of our toys.”

  “How rare,” Lizzie exclaimed.

  “You must see,” I told the sisters. Motioning to the workshop, I led them to the back. I removed the gnomes and set them on the table, lining up the tinkers and preparing the musicians. I then pulled out the windup key and set the leader into motion. In tandem, I activated the music box in the piano. This time, it really did look like the little gnome was conducting.

  “Oh, Scarlette!” Laura exclaimed.

  “Oh, joyful!” Lizzie added.

  “Dear little gnome men, how sweet,” Laura said. “Oh Scarlette, you are such a clever one. These are so wonderful. Who would have thought these gnome men could be so festive,” Laura said with a laugh.

  The grandfather clock at the front of the shop struck seven-thirty.

  “Oh dear, time to get to work,” Lizzie said.

  Laura nodded. “Teddy bears are the order of the day,” she told me. She then went to the workbench and began pulling out supplies.

  Lizzie went back to the front of the shop to unlock the door.

  The gnome wound down and became silent once more.

  No life.

  Master Boatswain was right. It was a pity they didn’t have a bit of magic. I pulled the hagstone from my pocket.

  Taking the clockwork gnome with me, I went to the other end of the table and set out some supplies: scissors, needle and thread, and a swatch of red fabric.

  “Sorry about this. It will only pinch a moment,” I told the little gnome then snipped a hole in his chest. Removing a bit of stuffing, I added in the hagstone where his heart should be. I then sewed up his chest once more. Cutting the red felt fabric into the shape of a small heart, I sewed it on, covering the cut I’d made in the fabric.

  “Now, let’s see what magic you’ve got,” I whispered to the little gnome man, patting him on his head.

  Setting him aside, I then grabbed the doll who would sit at the piano. Pulling clockwork pieces from the box, I set out everything I needed to make a new, clockwork torso for the piano player then sat down and got to work. Focusing, I measured the doll’s torso, made some sketches, then began putting the pieces together. I heard noise at the front of the shop as shoppers began to filter in. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. The shop would be bustling today. Concentrating, I worked on the mechanics of my mini automaton. I was surprised how quickly the design came together. As I worked, I considered new ways to fashion the arms. Maybe Archie was right. Maybe there was something more to this. Could I create a life-sized man out of such parts? I knew Master Hawking, Master Boatswain, and other famous tinkers were considering ways to do so. But to give them sentience? Ethics boards were still so rudimentary. Maybe, one day, someone very clever would sort it all out.

  I adjusted the stuffing inside the doll and working carefully, tinkered her back together. It took several tries to get it just so. Winding her again and again, finally, I got her movements fluid. With the first tap of her hand on the toy piano, she activated the music box inside. Afterward, her fingers only lightly touched the keys, creating the illusion she was playing. It was possible that I could align her in a way to make her play a simple tune if I had a real piano. But such delicate work would take months to work out. But it was possible, if the right mind set about the task.

  Once the mechanics were ready, I sewed the pretty doll back together, straightened her buttons and bows, added a weight to her body so she would stay put on the piano bench, then stood back and had a look. Winding her one more time, I let her play.

  She worked perfectly.

  “Done,” I called to Laura.

  Laura rose and came and had a look.

  “Be still my heart,” she said as she watched the doll play. Laura wrapped her arm around me and gave me a hug. When she did so, I felt how frail she was under her soft skin. “Sweet Scarlette, thank you. Oh, Lizzie and I will miss you so when you go.”

  “Miss Laura, you and your sister really should take on an apprentice. The work is so much for you.”

  “We have one,” she said then pinched my cheek.

  I chuckled. “A proper apprentice.”

  “Yes, you’re right, you’re right. After the season,” she said then eyed the piano playing doll once more. “Thank you, Scarlette.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Laura patted my arm then returned to her end of the workbench once more.

  The grandfather clock rang once more. This time, the clock struck eight-thirty.

  “Oh dear,” I said, turning to Laura. “I have to get back by nine, and I have another errand to take care of. I’ll return this afternoon to see what else I can help with.”

  Laura smiled at me. “Only if the earl allows it. With all his guest there, shouldn’t you be at Strawberry Hill?”

  “Once the conversation starts, they won’t even notice I’m gone. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

  Laura chuckled then shook her head. “No, my dear.”

  Grabbing my red cape, I slipped it back on then headed to the front.

  “Goodbye, Lizzie,” I called. “I’ll be back this afternoon.”

  Lizzie, who was helping a customer looking over the selection of baby dolls, waved farewell.

  Rushing, I headed back outside.

  I pulled on my gloves as I walked, making my way down the lane to Annabeth’s flat once more. I still needed to pick up the gifts for her and her children, but I had one more day. When I reached her door, I knocked.

  A few moments later, Annabeth opened the door.

  “Oh! Miss Rossetti. Come in.”

  “Another time. I must head back to Strawberry Hill, but I have news! Whenever you have a moment, come to Uncle Horace’s house. Ask for Master Edwards, the butler. We have a position for a maid at the house, and Uncle Horace asked Mister Edwards to meet you.”

  “You… You got me a meeting? At Strawberry Hill?”

  “Just let Master Edwards know any experience you have, anything at all. And go at your earliest convenience.”

  “Oh, Miss Rossetti,” she said then took my hand. “Bless you, miss. What an angel you are. Bless you!”

  “Anyone would do the same,” I said. My heart brimmed with joy to see her so happy. The look of relief was plain on her face. “Now, I must be off. Tell your wee ones hello for me.”

  “Of course, of course,” she said, letting me go. “Miss Rossetti, thank you.”

  I turned and headed back across town. When I passed the village square, Thomas, the baker’s son, was outside the shop barking to the crowd.

  “Plum pudding, gingerbread, fresh-baked biscuits,” he called. Spotting me, he waved. “What do you need today, Miss Rossetti?”

  “A plum pudding,” I called back. “Two of them. Save them for me. I’ll be back after luncheon.”

  He grinned happily. “As you wish! I’ll tell Papa to save the best for you!”

  I waved to him then headed back down the road toward Strawberry Hill. If I hurried, I was going to make it just in time. I was nearly there when I remembered that I hadn’t stopped by the constable. As I passed through the woods, I spotted the merchants’ camp once more. This time, however, they were silent. No one met me by the road. And no one called. A trail of smoke rose from their fire, but there was no sign of the merchants. Hurrying along, I rushed from the woods hoping they wouldn’t spot me.

  To my great relief, I didn’t hear the unsettling call of come buy, come buy.

  I rushed down the lane at Strawberry Hill. The sound of the bells on the church in town rang nine o’clock just as
I neared the front door. Moving quickly, and nearly slipping on the ice on the front stoop, I opened the front door to find one of the footmen, Simpson, just inside.

  “Miss Rossetti. Just in time,” he whispered with a grin as he helped me take off my cape. “They just rang.”

  I removed my outside wear, pausing to brush off some snow from my hem.

  “Master Edwards left your slippers here,” he said, guiding me to the coatroom. He handed a pair of indoor shoes to me. “No one will ever be the wiser.”

  Grinning, I patted the man on the shoulder then slipped on my slippers as I headed toward the parlor. Everyone was still gathering before going in for morning meal. I scanned the room for Archie. The Boatswains had not come down yet.

  I went to Uncle Horace who was surrounded by his guests.

  “Good morning, Uncle,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.

  “Why Scarlette, your nose is cold again,” he said with a laugh.

  “Is it? How odd.”

  Uncle Horace laughed. “I don’t know what your father is going to do with you. He won’t be able to get you to leave Twickenham.”

  “I guess I’ll just have to stay here with you.”

  “You are always welcome, my dear.”

  A moment later, Archie and his grandfather arrived.

  Archie spotted me from across the room. He inclined his head to me.

  I gave him a little wave.

  Mister Edwards, who was waiting on the other side of the room, gave the pair a moment to say their hellos before he rang for breakfast.

  Taking my arm as we went to the dining room, Uncle Horace leaned into my ear and said, “The Boatswains inquired about you.”

  “Inquired? About what?”

  “If you were spoken for.”

  “Oh,” I said, my heart fluttering.

  “Seems young Archibald was quite taken,” Uncle Horace said. “I’ll discuss the matter more when you father arrives, but I don’t see any barriers. Do you really share a mutual admiration, as young Boatswain called it?”

  I chuckled. “Admiration? Well,” I said, looking over my shoulder at Archie. “Yes.”

  “Very good, very good. Maybe now I’ll be able to keep you at Strawberry Hill for more than an hour at a time,” he said with a laugh.

  We entered the dining room where the footmen directed us to our seats. Rather than sitting me next to Uncle Horace per usual, a footman guided me to sit at the other end of the table beside Master Boatswain, Senior, across from Archie.

  “Miss Rossetti,” Master Boatswain said. “Good morning.”

  “And to you, Master Boatswain.”

  “So, where were you off to so early?” Archie asked as we settled in.

  “Off? Off where?” I asked innocently.

  “I went to the library to see if you were awake and found your gnomes missing.”

  “Oh. Well…” I said then grinned. No use in lying. “I took them to the village this morning and completed the work on the pianist.”

  “We must make a stop by these fine sisters’ shop before we leave Twickenham,” Master Boatswain told his grandson who nodded.

  “They are the kindest women I’ve ever met. But if you go into town, be cautious. There are merchants camped in the woods between here and there. An odd looking bunch.”

  “Merchants?” Master Boatswain asked.

  I nodded. “A traveling troupe. Not dangerous, I don’t think. Just a bit…insistent. And a little strange.”

  “Strange how?” Archie asked.

  “I don’t know. Their dress. Their manner. I’m not sure, really. They’re just…odd.”

  Master Boatswain frowned. “Master Montgomery,” he called to a gentleman sitting not far away. “Are you aware of any traveling merchants in these parts?”

  I looked at Master Montgomery. He was a well-dressed man who worked in London. What his profession was, I was unsure, but he often came to Strawberry Hill to consult Uncle Horace. I believed he and my uncle belonged to some sort of club. Master Montgomery and a number of others who visited Strawberry Hill—both at the current gathering and in the past—all wore the same pin on their lapels: the letters R. M. encapsulated in a circle. Even my father had such a pin stashed away amongst his trousseau at home. Now that I thought about it, both Archie and Master Boatswain wore similar pins.

  Master Montgomery frowned. “Such merchants are seen in these parts from time to time. Has there been a sighting?”

  Master Boatswain turned to me.

  “I…I encountered them on the road the last two days. They’re camped in the forest not far from here.”

  Master Montgomery turned to one of the women in their company, Mistress Quickly. “Did you hear?” he asked her.

  Mistress Quickly nodded. I’d never had a chance to speak to her, but Mistress Quickly had come to Strawberry Hill once or twice before. I liked her manner. She always wore leather trousers under a modified gown, lace-up boots, and a dagger on her belt. She was a reserved woman, and like all of Uncle Horace’s friends, she was peculiar. “I’ll see to it, sir,” she told Master Montgomery.

  Master Montgomery gave Master Boatswain a knowing look then turned to me. “We’ll see to it, young Scarlette,” he said, giving me a soft smile.

  “And how are the doll-making sisters this morning,” Archie asked me.

  It hadn’t escaped my notice that Archie had changed the subject.

  “Busy. Very busy. They really are in need of an apprentice.”

  “Aren’t we all,” Master Boatswain said with a laugh, patting his grandson on the hand.

  “Grandfather is always on the hunt for bright minds,” Archie explained.

  “Is that so? Well, who doesn’t love a bright mind?” I said with a grin, mindful of Uncle Horace’s words.

  “Only a fool,” Archie replied, passing me a wink.

  I felt my cheeks redden.

  A moment later, the footmen appeared with the morning meal. Lost to our breakfast, the conversation faltered. I cast a glance up at Archie who was still grinning at me. A mutual admiration. Was that what Archie had said? Well, it was true. I did admire him, particularly those green eyes. I grinned at him then dove into my breakfast. All around me, lively conversation broke out. From airships to King George to DaVinci to Socrates, the topics ranged far and wide. I hardly knew which conversation to join. Everyone was busy eating, drinking, and chatting. The table was abuzz. But there was one notable change. Mistress Quickly’s chair was empty.

  Chapter 6: Of Clockwork Gnomes, Wind-Up Ducks, and Red Capes

  As breakfast came to an end, I debated what to do. I really wanted to stay and talk to Archie, but every time I thought about Laura and Lizzie, I felt guilty. They were drowning in work. Shouldn’t I help them? But if I stayed, I could fan the flames under that mutual admiration. Wasn’t that important too? In the end, my sense of obligation to the sisters won out. As the others moved out of the dining room to the parlor, Uncle Horace surrounded by his friends and Archie busy with his grandfather’s associates, I sought my escape. I’d just go to town for a couple of hours and be back by afternoon tea. Afterward, I’d stay at Strawberry Hill for the night.

  Avoiding even the servants, I slipped into the coatroom and donned my cape. Going unseen, I rushed from the house. Moving through the deep snow, trying with little success to follow the tracks cut into the snow by a sleigh, I headed back toward Twickenham. I’d barely stepped foot into the forest when I spotted the same merchant who’d been selling fruits and flowers waiting by the side of the road.

  I sighed heavily.

  “Miss Rossetti, come buy. Come buy.”

  Not pausing, I moved quickly past him by. “I’ve told you, I don’t want anything you have to sell. Please, leave me alone.”

  “Oh, but I have it this time. I have it. You see, everyone has something they want to buy.”

  The man held out a small chest. I didn’t want to look, but now I was curious. I slowed my stride long enough to see what was ins
ide the case.

  Hagstones.

  “Come buy,” the little man coaxed. “We have everything a person wants. Don’t you want to buy?”

  “I…” I paused. “How much?”

  “One bronze.”

  “One bronze?”

  “One bronze curl, that is,” he said, pointing to my chocolate-brown hair with his gloved hand.

  My skin rose in gooseflesh. One didn’t have to linger around Strawberry Hill too long to become superstitious. While I hadn’t studied fairy lore, I had grown up on folktales. The little man’s proposal set my teeth on edge.

  “No. I’m no fool, and I know what mischief one curl can cause. Try again.”

  He laughed, a hissing sound that was vaguely inhuman.

  “Smart little mechanical. Well then, I’ll take all the coins in your pouch.”

  “No.”

  “Then I guess my master was wrong. I guess these are not for you,” he said then clapped the lid on the chest shut.

  Frowning, I pulled my money pouch from my belt. I removed some coins, taking out the money I needed for the things I had planned to purchase in town, then jangled the coin purse at the little man. “This or nothing. And this is an outstanding sum for a box of stones.”

  “Indeed, indeed. Of course, they are not just any stones, are they?” the little man said then reached out for the bag.

  I pulled my hand back.

  “The box first.”

  He laughed again, his voice a slick hiss. “Very well.” He handed the box to me.

  I tossed the coin pouch to him. “Don’t bother me again.”

  “We all like to buy. Maybe we’ll have something new for you tomorrow.”

  “No, you will not. You will leave me in peace. I have nothing left to barter with. Now, good day to you,” I said and hurried on my way.

  “Thank you, Miss Rossetti. Thank you,” he called.

  I glanced over my shoulder, but the merchant was gone.

  I frowned then opened the box. Sure enough, there were seven hagstones inside. Just enough for my gnomes. But how had he known what I would want? Where had he even found these stones?

  My skin rose in gooseflesh.

  It couldn’t be a coincidence. Had he seen the hagstone Master Boatswain had given me? How?