(Themes Subject to Change Subject to the Whim of the Authors.)
by Thayl and Autocrat
Chapter the 1st. Thayl's Parody.
"The Senior Wrangler was severely critical of the Computing Department's
most boisterous member. 'Perhaps,' the Wrangler wryly commented, 'people
would take you more seriously if you didn't write insulting short stories
about them and stopped wearing those ridiculous purple combats.'"
Chapter the 2nd. The Autocrat responds.
"Mr Hennelly, cease, desist and stop at once. Only I may post the works of Mr.
d'Alton."
"The Senior Wrangler was most indignant. 'Who does he think he is to go
putting words in my mouth' he said. The Autocrat solemnly agreed. 'People will
start believing that Guitar-God's vignette, which is a pale imitation of
Pius's work is the real thing.'
'Indeed,' agreed the Senate of the University in unison. 'Hang, draw and
quarter him in Whorldston* Quad!'"
* Footnote- pronounced Wilton
Chapter the 3rd. Intrigue (by Thayl) *Back at Sir Gregory Waltons stately manor*
Sir Gregory Walton was throughly shaken and most upset.
"Who is this man that is ruining my good name as an efficient dean of Hertfort
classical studies ?" he asked. Thayl shrugged his shoulders. "I am not sure,
but attention must be paid to his right hand man, The Autocrat, for it seems
that he can sway power among the honourable men in that particular
educational establishment." "Well then man, you must seek him out and see to
it that he is set straight. Firm words and an even firmer handshake should
sort matters out promptly enough."
Chapter the 4th. A Confrontation (by Autocrat)
"The Senior Wrangler was relaxing in his rooms in St. Harleband's* College. A
knock came to the door. Opening it the Wrangler was shocked at what he beheld.
'Porter!' he bellowed looking at the stranger. 'I beg to request to ask you
whether perchance you could tell me the where abouts of one Autocrat' the
unknown visitor said, swaying gently from side to side making unusual
gestures with his hands. 'Porter!' called the Wrangler seizing the stranger,
'who allowed the long-haired, ill-clad ragamuffin onto the precincts?'
'I swear,' said the Wrangler addressing the stranger 'that your impudence
and intrusion will not go unpunished. There are many stout fellows in this
college who'll make short work of paddling you to within an inch of your
life.'"
* Pronounced Ho-burn's
Chapter the 5th. A Challenge. (By Thayl)
Thayl struggled within the Wrangler's rough grip. "Well I declare !! The
good men at Hertfort had spoke, with respect may I add, about the friendly
chaps at Harlebands. But now I see that this information was incorrect,
almost as incorrect as the greeting I have been given upon arrival here. I
demand to see The Autocrat immediately or I may have to brutally wrestle you to
the ground and prance about gayly on your back singing various college
songs that you may find vulgar, offensive and slanderous !!"
Chapter the 6th. An Appointment (by Autocrat)
"The Wrangler started. 'Why did you not announce yourself to be a Hertfort
man? Your demeanour caused me to think that you were perhaps a wandering
mort
or perhaps a vagabond on the prowl, yet now I fail to see why the cut of
your gib failed to recommend you as a Hertfort man to my eyes. pardon my
abruptness and let us proceed anon.' Collecting his sword-stick, coat and
scarf the Wrangler purposely strode out of his room and propelled himself
down the corridor with a vigorous gait. 'Come, you say you have business with
the Autocrat. If we hurry we may yet catch him' he urged the stranger who
struggled to keep up. They traversed a veritable warren of Georgian
passages, corridors and halls, the walls panelled with wood, their
footsteps echoing on marble and a heavy smell of books, mildew and mild
opiates in the air. They emerged through a side door onto a small cobbled
courtyard. 'The Autocrat insists on residing in the Gothic buildings' said
the Wrangler leading the stranger under a towering, buttressed edifice,
giving a brief lecture on the buildings of the college. Inside the floors
were tiled with the grave-stones of long deceased dons, their remains
beneath the pair's feet. The walls were of limestone, with carvings on the
arches of the polished wooden doors and the high pointed windows. The
Senior Wrangler flung open a door. They were confronted by a pale, gaunt
individual, wrapped in black mink robes, sitting on a high wooden throne.
From one of the dark corners came the growl of what was hopefully a large
dog. 'Damnation' swore the Wrangler leaving the room. 'Wrong door. Come
sir, the Autocrat is through here..'"
Chapter the 7th. A Meeting (by Thayl)
Bursting through a heavy oak door, the Senior Wrangler entered the study of
the Autocrat. Thayl gasped as he looked around the chillingly Gothic setting
that he presently found himself in. One could only guess at how many men it
took to build a roof that high. Candles were busy melting away on the rows of
bookshelves that lined the wall. A gust of wind stirred Thayl's crop of hair
and as he looked up he saw at the far end of a room, a dark shadow sitting by
a desk, quill in hand, writing in a journal of some kind. As he squinted
Thayl could barely make out a face as his head was bowed and the burning wax
offered little illumination. The Senior Wrangler gave a nervous little cough
and glanced nervously at the door. "Man, must you always keep this place so
dark ?" The Autocrat looked up from his writings. "Ahh Senior, it's rarely
that I have the pleasure of your presence down in the dead* part of
Harlebands." "Well yes, this young man says he has some business with you.
Please do not be deceived by his unkempt appearance, but he is a fellow from
Hertford." The Autocrat stood up and fixed the black robe about his
shoulders. "Well then, pray tell me young man, what brings you to my study ?"
*The dead part of Harlebands is called so as the graves of the poor
unfortunate students that took Chemistry Course AA32 can be found there.
Chapter the 8th A New Acquaintance (by Autocrat)
" My name is..' began the stranger. 'Thayl,' finished the Autocrat. 'Sent here
by that scoundrel Walton no doubt.' The Senior Wrangler was dumb struck. 'Why
Autocrat, that's amazing. How could you read his mind like that? He does not
look like a Lacey yet you saw into his soul as if he were.' The Autocrat
sneered. 'Or, perhaps,' continued the Wrangler 'you used your amazing powers
of deduction. You heard me say he was a Hertford man! His strange mode of
dress and blood-stained fingers led you to the conclusion that he was none
other than the one that the blasphemous townsfolk call the Guitar God.'
'Come now,' the Autocrat replied. 'You credit me with unnatural levels of
perception, intelligence and eye-sight. I knew who he was because I receive
daily, from many friends in diverse circles, reports of the actions of
varied personages, friendly or otherwise, that I may predict their moves and
pre-empt their actions.' Addressing himself to Thayl he continued, 'Welcome
sir. My acquaintances in Hertfort foretold me of your coming and I invite you
to sup full of cordiality and hospitality for all too soon I fear we shall be
at conflict. But you shiver! It is cold here no doubt.' Producing a handful
of powder from the folds of his gown the Autocrat flung it on the logs which
rested in the fireless grate. Flames burst into life casting unnatural shadows
about the room. The pair at the door took a step backwards. 'Come in, come
in,' urged the Autocrat, 'I have a supper prepared for us all.' and clapping
his hands he summoned his housekeeper, 'Come Mrs Hipcriss, I bade thee have a
meal of roast quails and savoury foods ready by this hour.' A stooped old
lady shuffled into the room from behind a curtain. 'Nearly ready Mr.A.
exactly as you requested.' The Autocrat grinned and led his guests to a long
dining table."
Chapter the 9th A Feast (by Thayl)
"Thayl was jostled into his seat by the Wrangler, who at the sight of
such a splendid spread, had forgotten his fears posed by the daunting setting
and without hesitation proceeded to brutally attack the roast dumplings. Thayl
however ate with caution and pace, apprehensive of the debate that would
surely arise once he made public the secret he was harbouring deep within
his
trustworthy heart. The silence at the table during the meal was broken
occasionally by the Wrangler's gawkish attempts at small talk, but both Thayl
and The Autocrat refrained from speech, both wrestled mentally with the limited
information each of them had gleaned from their respective sources.
After the meal had been finished off (The Wrangler had only been too happy to
help Thayl and The Autocrat polish their plates clean) and Mrs. Hipcriss
had cleaned the table the conversation turned to the pressing matter that Thayl
had been sent to see The Autocrat about.
"But, before I go any further," said Thayl, "I must first compliment you on
your hospitality, good taste and fine standards sir. As some peasant folk say,
I well stocked larder open to guests is a sign of a well stocked mind and
heart." The Autocrat nodded his approval and with a side long look at the
Wrangler who was now dozing by the fire Thayl continued in tone of voice
suitable for the solemn topic of news that he had the heavy task to bear.
"It is a case of mistaken identity I believe. With reference to the
imitation of Pius d'Alton that you may believe that I made, I must put it to
you that in fact it was not me !!" The Autocrat, arms folded on the table,
raised an eyebrow, adjusted his spectacles and said "Well then young fellow,
if these slanderous words did not come from your mouth, where forth did they
appear ? Are you suggesting that my inside fellows at Hertford have been
misled ? I must inform you know that while incompetence in my men would result
in punishment, incompetence in your accusations may also befit a rather harsh
decision."
Thayl was taken aback for a moment, thoughts of escape flashed before him,
but his confidence in the truth he held kept him rooted to the oak seat.
"Maybe then there is a spanner in the works. For I think there is somebody out
to ruin us both, and this man is the culprit of your misled information and
unfounded aggravation." The Autocrat leaned forward in his seat and stared
straight through Thayl causing hairs to raise on Thayl's neck. "And what would
the felon call himself then young sir ?" Thayl braved The Autocrats stare and
said "He is none other then.....Hjalkar !!"
Chapter the 10th Deduction (by Autocrat)
"The Autocrat stirred uneasily in his chair. Consulting his pocket watch he
excused himself. 'Gentlemen, I pray you forgive me. I shall return anon.' He
rose quickly and sweeping past Mrs. Hipcriss, moved a curtain aside and stood
impassively in the alcove which lay behind. His back turned to his guests he
flung open high wooden shutters which concealed a large, high window. 'A
comet' he intoned, 'passing through the heavens, it's tail trailing behind
like a maiden's hair. But enough of that' he started. 'We have more important
business at hand.' The Wrangler blinked confusedly. The Autocrat's
behaviour
seemed somewhat disturbing to him. 'Mr Thayl,' he said. 'I beg your pardon.
The rich food did overpower me and it seems that I have failed to give your
submissions their due attention. Perhaps you could...'
'He says it is Hjalkar,' the Autocrat interrupted irritably. 'He tries to
absolve himself of blame by claiming that Hjalkar is responsible for the
'Golden Ratios' incident. Perhaps he is justified. Let us address ourselves
once more to what he says.'
'I speak naught but the truth' swore Thayl. 'Upon the name of Hertford I
do declare that I believe Hjalkar to be the protagonist of our united ills.'
'You strike me as a gentleman of honour sir,' the Autocrat replied, 'and
I am
loathe not to believe you, but I have it on the highest authority...'
Thayl leapt to his feet. 'The highest authority? Why Autocrat, your words
betray you. Did you hear of my alleged misdemeanour from Sir Gregory Walton?'
'Not alone are you a gentleman,' Autocrat replied, 'you are sharp of mind
and a most perceptive listener. Your dean has for many years delivered much
information to me in confidence.'
'He did send me on this assignment to save my reputation.' said Thayl. 'A
queer act for one who did denounce you as plagiarist,' deduced the Autocrat.
'It seems he is an ally of neither of us. But what is it you know of
Hjalkar? I have long questioned his very existence, thinking perhaps he was the
pseudonym of a minor cabal, seeking to acquire power, or perhaps a young
villain striving to make a name for himself. Tales of a hermit from the
mountain with strange powers seemed to me to be the stories of a bad
liar, a scoundrel seeking to deceive the peasantry and humble townsfolk.
Yet it seems whoever he is he has power and wisdom sufficient to
manipulate Sir Gregory.... But, no. I should not think aloud. Speak Thayl and
we will listen.'
The Senior Wrangler turned to face Thayl. The Autocrat strolled back to his
chair and languidly collapsed onto his seat. Closing his eyes as if in
meditation he listened as Thayl began to impart the knowledge he had about
Hjalkar. The Wrangler sat bolt upright at what he said and the Autocrat opened
his eyes and began to twist the blood-red ruby ring on his left hand.'Were
anyone else to act like that,' thought the Wrangler, 'one would surmise
that he were nervous.'"
Chapter the 11th Explanation (by Thayl)
Distracted momentarily by the sight of the comet in the sky, Thayl's thoughts
once again focused on the more pressing matters at hand. "Sirs, I must
thank you once again for your continued patience and trust. I know what I
speak of may be unbelievable and may sting to very ears but if I ask you
anything, it is that you remain open minded and accept these terrible truths
as if it were The Bible I was quoting." The Autocrat stirred in his seat and
whispered, almost under his breath, "The Bible too doth contain many
terrible truths, all of which test my faith but all of which I accept in good
faith. So continue, for you now have my full and undivided attention."
The Wrangler turned to The Autocrat and back to Thayl again. Upon
hearing Hjalkar's name he had become increasingly nervous, and now it had
a grip on his stomach that was making him feel ill and wretched. 'Damn this
decrepitly clad creaton.' thought the Wrangler. 'Why must he come to The
Autocrat and complicate matters even more. I should be lucky if I escape
Thayl paid no head to the Wrangler's fidgitings as he continued to
explain. "Alas I fear this Hjalkar holds more sway with my dean then any
of us may have in our wildest nightmares have imagined. In fact," at this
point Thayl lowered his voice, "I believe that Hjalkar may indeed be *in
league* with Sir Gregory Walton." With this statement the Wrangler jumped
out of his chair and shouted "I refuse to accept these vile accusations
Mr. Thayl. You are a liar and a scoundrel !! Walton is a man of social
repute, and an honorable background, these false claims could ruin him. Besides, Walton would never stoop to illegal doings in favor of procuring
power, I know the man personally."
The Autocrat raised his hand. "Please Wrangler, I beg of you to remain
calm at this time, for distressed as I am by this implication, I can
perceive a truth in his words." With that The Autocrat stood up, walked
over to his desk and held up a book that had been lying open there.
"Allow me to add another factor to this equation of sorts." he said as he
threw the book onto the table, showing Thayl and the Senior Wrangler a
complex diagram that showed the path of some heavenly body moving through
the stars. Thayl gasped, "The comet !! You know of Hjalkar's foul plans
too ?" The Autocrat sat back in his chair. "Indeed, I have been studying
this comet as it neared the Earth, and I foresaw the trouble brewing too.
These peasants we live among are a superstitious folk, easily swayed by a
strange magic we learned call Science. It would be astonishly easy for
some clever person with mal intent on their mind, so use the coming of
this comet to instill a sense of fear and dread into the commune. And with
the fear comes control, and with the control comes power." Thayl nodded
his head. "I see you understand and I salute your impeccable deductions. For
I myself have observed Walton's studies of the comet, but little did I
know that he would be liasing with Hjalkar in an effort to control the
country, his only mistake was to try and delete me from this scene of
treachery. Walton new I would refuse to commit to his diabolical plan, so
he persuaded his comrade to blacken my name. With my honor disgraced
nobody would believe me, except maybe somebody that had been following my
movements, somebody that was wise enough to fight through this
conspiracy and see the facts that lie hidden within. Somebody like you
sir."
Chapter the 12th Confrontation (by Autocrat)
"The Autocrat though for a moment. 'You propose an alliance of sorts? An
alliance with you?' Angrily he sprung to his feet. 'Come. I have heard
enough of this chap's nonsense. Help me eject him from my chambers.' The
Wrangler hesitated and Thayl was frozen with shock. The Autocrat pulled on a
rope and a bell rang somewhere in the distance. 'I have played along with
his fictions for long enough. He would seek to deceive us both. I fancy he
has some grievance against Sir Gregory and would use me as a pawn in an
elaborate game he has devised.' At this point three burly college porters
burst into the room and at a gesture from the Autocrat forcibly removed
Thayl from the room. The Autocrat followed the foursome with the Wrangler
behind him in hot pursuit. 'Come sirs, I beg you, listen some more. I will
furnish you with adequate proof.' Thayl pleaded as he was dragged kicking
and protesting across the quad. 'Throw the scoundrel into the street,'
the Autocrat ordered and passing through the college gatehouse saw Thayl
lying in a heap upon the street. Bending over him the Autocrat spat in
his face and quickly whispered 'Forgive that little drama, sir but strange
times make for unusual actions. Go to the Whistle and Whale Inn just
after the hour of eight tomorrow evening. Make yourself known to
the landlord, one Mister Caine. There we shall meet again.' Turning
his back on Thayl he then strode back towards Harlebands College
accosting the Wrangler on his way informing him, 'I fancy we shan't
hear from that scoundrel again.'"
Chapter the 13th The Rules of Employment(by Thayl)
With all his nerves bristling from pure excitement Thayl stood up and
brushed himself off. He was filled with wonder and respect for The
Autocrat who had obviously read between the facts and came to the
realization that he was in the same boat as Thayl. 'The Senior Wrangler
too, is there not anybody that has not been tarred with the madness of
Hjalkar ?' thought Thayl as he recomposed himself, fixed his cap and set
off at a brisk pace back to Hertford. Upon arriving he immediately
presented himself to Sir Gregory Walton's office.
"Well Thayl ? Did you manage to sort all of this nonsense out ?" Thayl
shuffled his feet, "Well sir, I'm sorry to say that The Senior Wrangler
and his right hand man did not believe me. In fact they had me thrown
from the campus in a most unruly manner. I fear I may have disgraced the
name of Hertford and I feel it my duty to offer my letter of resignation
immediately." Walton didn't even bother to look up from his studies.
"We'll be sorry to see you go, of course. But under these unfortunate
circumstances it's the correct thing to do." And with that Thayl left
Hertford, feeling remorse for his official departure, but feeling disgust
at Walton's foul plans. 'It had to be done old chap, no good getting
yourself caught now is there ?' he told himself as he returned to his
small office to clear out his personal belongings. Thayl's office was
located on the ground floor, near the stables. While not bearing any sign
of great luxury, it had a homely feel of an honest man trying to earn an
honest living. 'An honest living under dishonest masters.' he thought,
packing up the small collection of notes, journals and diaries he had
acquired during his three year service.
After spending the night as his rather small flat at 22B Selvant Row,
Thayl readied himself for the meeting that evening at The Whistle and
Whale. A quiet inn it was, favored by captains, well off merchants and
some visiting politicians. 'Of course going to The Wailing Calf would have
been too conspicuous, all the college chaps hang out there.' thought
Thayl to himself, as he gathered some notes together and placed them in
his left breast pocket. In his right boot he placed a rusty dagger. An
heirloom from a Great Aunt, Thayl thought that it might prove useful for
the game of Hoodwink that he and The Autocrat were about to play. A game
that might result in more than just grinding teeth and tears for the loser.
Thirty minutes brisk trot got him outside The Whistle and Whale, and a
few coins inside got him a small glass of whiskey and a light for his
battered pipe. At the bar Thayl asked for the landlord Caine. The young
lass looked down her nose at him. "Mister Caine is a very busy man
m'lord. What business would I be telling him you have ?" "Just tell him
that a Harleband man sent me here."
Chapter the 14th The Inn-Keeper(by Autocrat)
"'Very well' the lass replied. 'Come into the kitchen and the master shall be
here anon.' Thayl was led through a discreet door in a dark corner of the
inn. He found himself in the landlord's kitchen, a room removed from the
noise of the conversation of the well-to-do but tipsy clientele and a place
for the innkeeper to entertain his personal friends and most distinguished
visitors. Thayl found himself examining the young serving girl. 'What an
uncommonly plain girl' Thayl thought, charitably suppressing his inclinations
to think more unkindly of her unattractive features. 'Mayhap' he surmised, '
the landlord is a smart man and has chosen a servant who will not be worried
and harassed by the lecherous customers while they are under the influence of
his fine beverages.'
'The master comes,' declared the girl and left to tend bar as the tall
dark-haired landlord entered the kitchen. 'Welcome to my most humble
establishment.' he said. 'My name is Caine, proprietor of the Whale and
Whistle and I place myself at your service while you are here.'
Thayl thanked Caine for the cordial welcome and explained that he had an
appointment with an important gentleman at that hour. 'Indeed' Caine replied.
'Mr Benn awaits you in the parlor.'
Thayl followed Caine out of the kitchen into the living quarters of the
innkeeper and his family. He was led out the back door of the building
into the yard. It was small and claustrophobic as the upper storeys of the
surrounding buildings seemed to lean over the yard covering it in shadow.
Caine unlocked the door of a ramshackle wooden shed which stood in the
corner of the yard. 'Through here' he said. Inside the shed was dark
and the floor was covered in sawdust. Caine opened another door at the
other end of the shed and Thayl was amazed to find himself in another
yard, very similar to the one he had just left. Empty beer barrels were
piled in a corner and the Thayl's sharp nose concluded that this was
the rear year of yet another inn. 'I find that little shed very useful
in moving between my two premises' Caine commented. 'Few would imagine that I
also own the Rattling Boar.' Thayl was amused to note that the Rattling Boar
was one of the lowest dives in the city, a haunt of thieves, vagabonds and
street-women, people far removed from the gentle customers of the Whale and
Whistle. Caine led him into the private parlor of the Rattling Boar. There
seated by the roaring fire, in a battered but comfortable old armchair
street-women, people far removed from the gentle customers of the Whale and
Whistle. Caine led him into the private parlor of the Rattling Boar. There
seated by the roaring fire, in a battered but comfortable old armchair
was the Autocrat. 'Thank you Caine' he said. 'Once more your discretion has
done you pride.' Caine nodded his head and silently left closing the door
behind him. Thayl helped himself to a seat and complemented the Autocrat on
the arrangements had made to preserve the privacy of the meeting. 'Ahh.. my
friend, you do not know half of the measures I have taken to protect us. Do
you recall a homely serving girl in the Whale and Whistle?' Thayl nodded.
'Well that was none other than one of my most skilled associates, a master of
disguise known to most only as 'The Shadow.'' Thayl's jaw dropped. The
Autocrat grinned. 'I fancy you'd like to read this.' the Autocrat continued
passing Thayl a piece of paper. 'It is a dispatch I received this very morn
from Sir Gregory in which he speaks most uncomplementarily of you. I imagine
you are in need of light relief before we commence this evening's
business.
Chapter the 15th Astronomical (by Thayl)
After grinning over the letter that Walton had sent, Thayl folded it up and
placed it carefully in the fire, watching the flames fan over it. "If
only all our problems were so easy to dispose of." he said, almost to
himself as he turned to face The Autocrat. "Yes my good man, but in a way
you are the fire that started this Thayl. And Walton was the fan that
kept your flame of curiosity alive, and without that fan the truth would
have never come alive, like a sparkling log fire on a winter morn." Thayl
nodded slowly. "So Mr. Autocrat, it is plain to see that you suspect our
own Senior Wrangler to be in the clutches of this villain, but has the
claws of Hjalkar been wound fully into his brain or can he be saved from
this mist that clouds peoples minds ?" The Autocrat sipped from a cup of
lukewarm tea before saying anything. "If my thoughts are correct at this
time Thayl, I think that while Hjalkar may be playing the Wrangler like a
puppet, they are unwilling strings that he is pulling. The Wrangler is a
good man at heart, his love lies with the common folk that he hopes to
educate. Maybe his fear for their safety is driving him into Hjalkar's
hands, as the fox runs to earth. But enough of the Wrangler. Do you hold
any opinions on Hjalkar's study of the comet ?"
Thayl shifted uneasily in his chair. He had labored on this point
long and hard, and had come to a frightening conclusion. "Well sir,
strange as this occourance may be, Hjalkar with the help of Walton have
been studying this heavenly body with great gusto and with the help of
mathematics, which I know little about, they have plotted the course that
it will take." With this Thayl produced the notes he had taken with him
and showed them to The Autocrat. "This is all the information I could glean
from Walton's studies. Sometime next week the comet will pass very close
to our own planet. So close indeed that bright lights and strange rains
of stone will fall all over this part of the country. If my ideas are
correct, Hjalkar will attempt to play the prophet and sway the gormless
majority into thinking he is some kind of wizard !! With crowds behind
hin a dangerous rabble of people could form some cult, and undermine
society as we know it. What think you of my strange conclusion ?"
The Autocrat took another sip of his tea and pulled at the ring on his
finger.
Chapter the 16th Disguise!(By Autocrat)
"'Well, I shall have to study this in great detail,' the Autocrat said
tidying away the papers into his satchel, 'but it is clear that we must act.
To this end I propose that you go into hiding for a short period whilst I
continue my duties at the college so as not to arouse suspicion.'
'Indeed,' Thayl considered, 'but sir, my absence will be noted, for though
I have led a chaste and discreet life these past 3 years with few close
associates I have made the acquaintance of many dealers and tradespeople in
this town who would perhaps enquire after my welfare were I to avoid them.'
'I have prepared for that situation,' the Autocrat replied handing Thayl
writing materials.' Set down on paper your daily routine and the names of
all people with whom you converse on a regular basis. Give me the details of
your daily life and I shall make arrangements.' With this the Autocrat left
the room.
15 minutes later he returned. Thayl nearly dropped his pen when he saw who
accompanied him. There before him was a mirror image of himself. 'This is
my associate, the Shadow,' tha Autocrat explained.'He observed your
appearance and has I feel in his dress and, coiffure and facial expression
imitated you in an exemplary manner.'
Thayl could do little but not and stare at what appeared to be his twin, or
as they would say in Berlin, Doppel-ganger.
'Now speak to him,' the Autocrat said, 'in order that he may imitate your
voice.'
Thayl began to read from the paper that lay before him and as before he had
completed but half a page the Shadow was indistinguishable from Thayl in
pace, tone, resonance and diction.
The Autocrat grinned. 'One could, I suppose call that his 'Thayl voice.''
He then instructed Thayl. 'Give the Shadow all the details of your life
and he will fill your place within the town. I must, alas leave now, for
tonight is the Eve of St.Harleband's day and my absence from the chapel
would be a cause for speculation. Mr.Caine shall be along to transport
you to secure and discrete lodgings on the outskirts of the town.' And
with that he left.
Several hours later, when the Shadow too had left to begin his
masquerade and Thayl law dozing in the parlor Caine came in. 'Come
sir,' he said, 'we must proceed at once to a secure house I know well
from my turbulent youth. We shall go at once to the home of two genteel
sisters, Mistress Tanya and Mistress Sarah who have for many year
provided safety and hiding for fugitives such as yourself."
Chapter the 17th Two Sisters (by Thayl)
Caine led Thayl outside and into a fine coach drawn by two stallions of
healthy appearance. Nodding to the driver as he closed the door behind
him, Caine shuffled about inside the coach until both men had made
themselves comfortable. Curtains were drawn over both windows, shedding
enough light for Thayl to see the craftwork of the coaches interior, but
drawn tight enough to prevent inquisitive passers by from spying our two
travellers.
"Before you say anything sir," started Caine, "I must persuade you to
refrain from talking of this strange business you and The Autocrat are
involved in. Least any information I glean be taken from me by force or
otherwise. Pry, do not be offended by my behavior but I must limit our
conversation to small talk of a friendly manner." Thayl nodded gravely to
Caine. "Understood Mr. Caine. I see that while you may not know the exact
circumstances that have arisen, you do however understand the great
urgency of this mission. But would you be so kind as to describe this
place to which we are now traveling ? And what of the two sisters that
I heard The Autocrat speak of ?" At the mention of the two sisters Caine
chuckled to himself and said "Ahh Mistress Tanya and Mistress Sarah. A
friendly duo are they. Strange, excentric but harmless. I except that you
may find their conversation stimulating but confusing." Caine smiled.
"But you will be safe with them and right now that is our main priority."
For the remainder of the uneventful journey Thayl and Caine conversed
about the weather and argued about politics. Thayl was surprised to
discover Caine's radical beliefs concerning penal laws in Ireland. 'One
would think he was Irish himself.' thought Thayl to himself as the coach
rolled to a halt. Looking outside Thayl was presently surprised to
discover that they had left the bustling town behind them and the smell
of freshly cut grass filled his lungs and he breathed deep the clean
country air. Caine laughed as he helped Thayl out of the coach. "Yes
fresh air Mister Thayl. You townsfolk could do with a lot more of it too
I may add. And now I must depart, for I have pressing business back at
the inn. Just rap loudly on the door and the sisters will take care of you."
And with that Caine hopped gayly back into the coach. Thayl heard the
trotting of the horses diminish behind him as he walked up the winding
path to the door of the quaint country cottage that was to be his refuge.
Rapping on the door he was greeted by a dreadful commotion from inside
the house and then a small slot was opened and a two pairs of eyes looked
out on him.
"Who are you ?" "And what do you want ?" "Yes, and where are you from
?" "And where are you going too ? *giggle*" Thayl wasn't sure if he was
being questioned by one person or two. "Forgive me, but I have been sent
by The Autocrat. My name is Thayl, and I seek refuge in your abode."
"Refuge ?" "Hmmm, he seeks refuge." "Will we let him in ?" "Only if he
says the password." "Tell us the password young man. *giggle*" "Yes tell
us !!" Thayl was taken aback by the pair of voices that were pressing him
for answers. "Forgive me sisters, but I know of no password. If you could
open the door I am sure I could explain myself." "No password eh ?" "Yes,
no password ?" "Well that's okay then, because there was no password
anyway !!" "*giggle* Yes, you may come on young man, for there was no
password at all."
At this the slot of the door closed, and then the whole door swung open
to revel two young women giggling and jostling each other in an effort to
pull Thayl into the house. As they spoke to Thayl each one seemed to know
the others mind, finishing sentences in pairs, nodding to each other and
giggling as if their whole life was a comedy of sorts. Thayl was taken
into a homely living room, and he was shocked to see an impressive
display of empty spirit bottles over the fireplace. Stuck up on various
parts of the walls were ownership plates, obviously torn from carriages
and carts. Over in one corner there were a few work tools, stolen
presumably, from building sites and road repair units in town. The two
jolly sisters introduced themselves as Sarah and Tanya, but Thayl found
it hard to remember which was which, not because of physical similarity,
but because they both seemed to posses the same personality and train of
thought. "So The Autocrat sent you here ?" "Yes you must be..." "..in
danger ?" "Oh but don't tell us anything..." "...because we mustn't know
of your plans..." "...least we complicate the situation further." Thayl
felt that even the simplist situation could be infinitely complicated if
these two young optimists got to work heartly on it. He could hardly get
a word in edgeways except for an occasional word of thanks as the two
sisters filled him to bursting with delicious food and wine. Thayl found
himself wishing he could stay here and just enjoy country life, if only
he wasn't driven mad by his two strange guardians. 'Strange yes, strange
but unusually friendly. If all country folk are as hospitable as these two
I would most certainly consider moving house here.'
Chapter the 18th Academical (by Autocrat)
"That evening the church service passed like a dream for the Autocrat. His
mind was so distracted by the more worldly doings of Sir Gregory Walton he even
failed to be irritated by the chaplain's appalling Latin during the sermon. He
understood that Sir Gregory held more than an academic interest in the comet
and he knew that the coming climax of the celestial ballet would lead to a
rash of soothsayers and false-prophets amongst the common folk, yet he could
find, despite Thayl's convictions and speculations, which he held in high
esteem, no solid evidence of a plot between the shadowy character of
Hjalkar and the renowned academic Sir Gregory Walton. Nor did he know
exactly what form such a scheme would take nor what the objectives of such
an operation would be. Control of the town? Personal wealth? Dilution of
the power of the colleges? 'Perhaps,' he thought, 'it would not be mere
vanity to suppose that in some manner Sir Gregory's sole aim is my
downfall.' After the service the Autocrat was roused from these musings by a
grandiose fuge on the altar and retired to his chambers after chapel
to study, in greater depth, the notes his new ally had appropriated from
Hertford college. The next morning the Autocrat rose early. As he completed
his toilet and dressed he realised that he was no nearer predicting the next
move of Sir Gregory Walton. When he had readied himself he repaired to the
Master's house for the ceremonial breakfast for the feast of St Harleband.
Following the traditional kippers and eels, (in memory of St. Harleband's time
as a fishmonger) served on a silver service he proceeded, with the other Dons
to the Quadrangle. There the fellows of the college assembled in formal
procession with the Vice-Chancellor of the university and walked around the
precincts of the college, with the chapel choir, in their academic finery to
praise the dawn in prayer and song and (tradition held) rouse the drowsy
undergraduates to the glory of the dawn with hymns of old sung loudly and with
pride. To the fore were the two Esquire Bedels bearing the silver and gold
maces of Harleband's. Behind them, four abreast marched the choir, chanting
in full voice songs of praise and glory. Next came the junior fellows and
senior fellows in solemn academic gowns and taking up the rear were the
bursar, with the two senior proctors on either side of him and the
Vice-Chancellor flanked on the left by the master of Harleband's on the right
and (though he held no official office of power in the college) the Autocrat.
As this unusual procession proceeded along the narrow medieval streets which
wandered wandered along the outer walls of the college the Autocrat laughed
to himself wondering how Thayl was enjoy his breakfast with the eccentric
sisters Caine had told him so much about. 'Indeed,' the Autocrat reflected,
' if they are half as gay and merry and one third as eccentric as I have
been told, they'll certainly lighten the burden of the terrible secrets his
time with Walton has led him to suspect.' Distracted by these amusing
thoughts he almost failed to notice that the procession was followed with unusual
attention by a tall stranger, in a dark coat with long black hair a
mustache and the trace of a goatee beard on his chin."
Chapter the 19th A Highwayman (by Thayl)
Not feeling fully unperturbed by this stranger's presence The Autocrat
could do nothing but continue in the procession. To break out of rank
would be uncharacteristic to say the least. The wind picked up and tossed
the hair of the tall stranger, and with a twirl of his cape he spun
around on his left heel and made for a nearby fishmongers. 'Somehow I
think he is not there to sample the wares.' thought The Autocrat as the
precession rounded another corner and ended up in one of the courtyards
of the college.
After the procession The Autocrat quickly changed from his formal wear
into dress he deemed plain and headed outside to the establishment where
he had last seen this inquisitive observer. But before he reached the
shop a strong hand clutched his shoulder from behind. Turning around
The Autocrat was not surprised to see the tall stranger in front of him. "I
beg you to forgive me this intrudance, but we cannot debate my appearance
here. I suggest you follow me promptly at least four or five paces
behind, least others know of our acquaintance." Without waiting for an
answer he set off quickly down Glenclose avenue, heading for the center
of town. A mite insulted bu the tall man's forward attitude The Autocrat
followed at a safe distance behind him, careful not to take his eyes of
the strangers back, as the streets were filling with workers, 'Rising
early to secure the early worm' thought The Autocrat to himself. 'One
hopes that I am not just a worm, being used as bait for some greater bird.'
Ducking into a secluded doorway, the stranger suddenly disappeared.
pausing for a moment to way up the situation, The Autocrat decided to
brave the unknown and he pushed the door open in front of him, only to
have it slammed behind him just as quick. The tall stranger bowed before
him. "Once again, forgive this pantomime, but urgent times call for
immediate meetings behind closed doors. My name is Sebastian Moran, but
my friends and allies call me Silk." The Autocrat hesitated, examining
Silk and trying to asses this cloaked character. His dress was of the
finest cloth, a lone silver ring on his left index finger suggested a
great wealth, but a subtle attitude to extravagance. Fierce dark eyes and
a weather beaten look spoke of a man of physical action, more suited to
riding the highways than wrestling with academic affairs. But a courteous
manner suggested a good upbringing and some sound education in the arts of
etiquette. Silk continued. "I know you you are sir, and I know of the
turmoil in your mind concerning Walton and Hjalkar. I come to you with
information and proof. Information of their devious plans and proof of
their drastic and horrifying involvement in foul actions." The Autocrat
began to speak but Silk raised his hand. "I must interrupt for my time
here is limited to but a few minutes. I wager that you with to know of
how I acquired this knowledge. Well in my profession as a..." he paused
for a second, "..as a *distributer of wealth* I have often spied, from a
distance, Hjalkar and Walton in conversation in secluded spots in the
country. Once when I had the chance to...to procure some goods from
Walton, I found that I had indeed stumbled across a dreadful plan of
deceit and treachery."
By now The Autocrat had surmised that this Silk fellow was indeed a highway
thief. 'A thief no less, but an honorable one at that, if I've judged this
character correctly.' he thought to himself as Silk was explaining how he came
upon the plans. "So now sir, I have explained my part in this. My sources
around the town have kept their ears open and have learnt of your movements,
so I realized that only you would know what to do with these terrible writings
that I must now place in your trust." With that Silk handed The Autocrat a
folder, bound with twine and bearing a complex wax seal that he recognized to
be Walton's college seal.
"Before I ask you to depart, I must first tell you this. If ever you are
held up on the highway by a masked man of my stature and physical appearance,
fear not. For I steal only from rich fools that have more money than sense,
and less dignity than animals." With that Silk showed The Autocrat another
exit from the house, and he found himself outside on a busy main road, not
far from the college. Wrapping his robes tightly around him The Autocrat
headed up to Harlebands once more, clutching tightly to the folder that Silk
had given to him. Chapter the 20th Morning Happenings (by Autocrat)
"The Autocrat was pre-occupied as he crossed the quad towards his chambers.
How did this man Silk know of the Autocrat's plans. He thought that his
scheme had allowed him to act in secret yet know he was faced with the fact
that a high-wayman (albeit a cultured sophisticate) had gotten wind of his
involvement in this queer business. Surely Walton and Hjalkar (for he was
pretty sure that he held evidence that confirmed the latter's involvement)
might too be aware of his actions. But nonetheless he had committed himself to
action though his precautions would have to be redoubled to preserve the
integrity of his scheme. Mayhap the gods of chance were smiling on him, and
good fortune and fate had combined in providing him with an ally in Silk and
would hinder his enemies in their base behavior. turning the corner he
espied the Senior Wrangler. 'Sir,' the Wrangler shouted, 'Sir I beg to speak
with you.' Concealing the papers he had received from the highwayman in an
inner pocket the Autocrat turned and strode briskly towards the Wrangler
wondering what intellectual problem or subtle puzzle the Wrangler wished to
discuss with him.
Meanwhile, it being still morning Thayl slept soundly on the feather bed in
the room so kindly provided by the two strange sisters. A little tapping
came to his door. He stirred. The tapping grew louder by degrees until the
knocking woke him fully from his doze. 'Are you awake yet sir, ' came a
feminine voice. '*Giggle* we wouldn't want to intrude' came what might
have been a second 'into a gentlemens bedchamber' concluded one of the
duo. From outside came the sound of muffled laughter. 'Breakfast will be
ready in a few minutes,' one of sisters said and Thayl could indeed smell
something edible being prepared. 'In a minute ladies,' he said, as the
two sisters continued their strange dialogue. 'he'd better hurry
*giggle' 'Or the breakfast will be burned *giggle*'
'You'd bet...'
'ter return to the kitchen'
'But it's '
'No it's your turn'
'To watch the pan. *giggle*'
Thayl laughed to himself wondering if he'd be able to eat what they'd serve
at all.
Upon rising and dressing he was pleasantly surprised to be served with a large
plate of sausages and fried bacon. Looking out the low window of the homely,
but disorganised kitchen he was a little disturbed to see a pig taking more
than a little attention to the proceedings. 'He's our friend' one of the
sisters said. 'We're not going to eat him.' the other added. 'The farmer who
sold him..'
'To us said he was a White-'
'Backed Worcestershire pig, but'
'As you can see, hee-hee-hee..'
'He's pink.'
Muddled by this strange conversation Thayl thanked the pair heartily for
their hospitality and assured them that in future he would be more than
willing to assist in the preparation of the meals and contentedly sat back in
his chair, sipped the strong, dark tea and began his breakfast by selecting a
slice from the mountain of grilled bread the sisters had so kindly prepared."
Chapter the 21st Kidnaped (by Thayl)
Master Caine was lazily puffing on his pipe in front of the fire. It had
been a warm morning, and the humid air and piercing light had took it's
toll on Caine's energy so he had resolved to spending the rest of the
evening indoors. So as not to feel slothful he had been studying some
business texts with the intention of taking notes but he had grown tired
of the tedious mumblings written by unimaginative entrepenurs. But his
dozing was abruptly interrupted by an urgent knocking on his door.
Opening it Caine was greeted by the distraut faces of Sarah and Tanya,
both out of breath and both talking together.
"He's gone !!" "He's been kiddnapped !!" "Four large men on horses
came !!" "They hit him over the head !!" "With a rather large club !!"
"They rode off with him slung over one of their horses !!" "Off to the
hills !!" Caine tried in vain to calm both of the girls down, until at
last he had to send for one of the servant boys to escort them to the
kitchen where their nerves were settled with warm milk and herbs. Caine
immediately dispatched one of his messengers to inform The Autocrat.
Writing a brief note explaining the circumstances Caine spoke to the
messenger. "With the utmost care, make sure that this letter is received
into the hands of The Autocrat alone, and nobody else." The messenger was
a solid young chap, known well to Caine as an honest and trusty fleet foot.
He set off at once, message in hand, to St. Harleband's College in search
of The Autocrat.
Chapter the 22nd Communique (by Autocrat)
"The Autocrat hurried back to his chambers having assisted the Wrangler with
his conundrum. Locking the door behind him he closed the curtains, lit
candles and carefully broke open the seal of the wallet of documents Silk had
presented to him. The first few were simply astronomical calculations,
written in Walton's careful Latin script. Browsing through them he found
nothing of great interest to him save that Walton held a great interest in
the approaching comet. Checking the figures the Autocrat confirmed that
indeed Walton was close to determining the exact path of the celestial
traveller and the precise time that the comet would pass near the earth.
Caine's messenger ran swiftly into St.Harleband's Quad. Spying a young figure
rushing past the porter in the gatehouse followed apprehending the boy before
he had time to escape into the warren of passages and chambers which
successive generations had built around the grassy court.
'Where are you going my boy,' the porter gruffly enquired.
'I bear a message for a fellow of this college,' the messenger replied.
'Why then, give it to me' the porter told him, 'and begone afore I tan your
hide.'
'My orders are that no-one but the Autocrat may receive this note,' the
messenger responded, fearful of the response that Mr Caine would give him
were he to return not having delivered the missive directly into the hand of
the Autocrat.
The porter frowned. The Autocrat may well be displeased if his important
communications were interfered with. 'Very well then,' he relented. Let me
show you to his chambers.'
Back in his study the Autocrat had made an interesting discovery. Amongst the
pages of calculations he had discovered certain documents, some in Walton's
hand, and some in the style of another. Thinking deeply the Autocrat hummed
tunelessly, repeating the same note over and over again for nigh on five
minutes as an aid to concentration. 'Sanskrit,' he concluded. 'Walton and this
stranger (who was surely Hjalkar) have committed the details of their plan (or
some other such sensitive information) to paper in a tongue that few in this
part of the world understand.' the Autocrat began to search for a volume
that would help him decipher the mystery set down before him when his
thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tapping. 'It is some stranger,' he
thought, 'begging entry at my chamber door,' he concluded and called out
'Yes?'
From the corridor came the voice of a boy, 'Mr Autocrat ,sir. I bring a most
urgent message from my master.'
'Oh indeed,' the Autocrat, said opening the door to see the youngster
standing there, 'And who might that be?'
'Mister Caine the inn-keeper.' came the reply as the messenger proffered the
note.
Ushering the boy in the ashenfaced Autocrat slammed the door behind him.
Seizing the note the Autocrat read Caine's communique and his heart fell. 'I
have a message for your master' he said glumly. 'Stay a minute whilst I draft
my reply and take this shilling, but be certain your master gets my letter
within the hour.'"
Chapter the 23rd Imprisoned (by Thayl)
Thayl awoke moaning with pain. Examining his head with his hands he
estimated the size and extent of the bruise that he had received from his
captors. Looking around Thayl noticed that he was locked up in a prison
of sorts, a sturdy looking oak door blocked the only exit to the room.
Some straw was on the floor and Thayl deduced that this makeshift jail
had recently been a stable of sorts. Suddenly there was a shuffling of
keys, slamming of bolts and the door was flung open. In strode a rather
tall and gaunt man, his unkempt red hair and beard, shabby clothes and
staff giving him the look of some deranged hermit. Behind him was
another well built cross looking man, possibly a local lout hired out to
protect this supposed jailer. The tall man examined Thayl with a smirk.
"So we meet at last. Mr. Thayl, I must congratulate you on your
impressively astute observations concerning my quest for the overthrow of
The Autocrat. But safe as you thought you were, my spies were watching
your every move, just like they are now shadowing The Autocrat. In fact,
your apprehending would have come much quicker if it wasn't for your
supposed sighting in the town. It took me quite a while to figure out
that the Shadow had been employed by The Autocrat to take on your
appearance and voice, but you have all underestimated me." Thayl shed his
eyes from the light that was blinding him, coming from outside his cell.
"And you I presume are none other then Hjalkar ?" Hjalkar threw back his
head and laughed. "Well done old chap. Got it in one. However your
cleverness stops here. Now that you are safely behind bars my plan will
proceed without hitch or disruption. Fret not, for soon you will have the
pleasure of The Autocrat's company, he is within my grasp as we speak."
With that Hjalkar locked up the door behind him and walked from the
stables back to the country house he had adopteded as his present
dwelling. Walton was in the study musing over some star maps. When
Hjalkar walked in Walton looked up. "So you've caught Thayl at last ? How
did you manage to locate him ?" Hjalkar sat down beside the fire. "It was
quite hard I admit to locate him, the Shadow definitely threw me off the
sent, and I would have captured the Shadow, thinking it was Thayl, were
it not for the fact that one of my spies in Mr. Caine's establishment
send word to me of the whereabouts of the real Thayl's safe abode. From
there on it was only a matter of sending for a few stout lads to take
Thayl to me." "Excellent !" replied Walton. "Now that he is out of the
way our plan to overthrow The Autocrat and undermine Harleband's college
is on the road to completion. That bumbling fool the Senior Wrangler was
easily led into thinking it was for the good of the common folk if we led
them to believe that we controlled the comets powers." Hjalkar nodded.
"But now I fear that the Senior Wrangler's role has come to an end, and
he must be dealt out of our next trick."
Chapter the 24th Revelation (by Autocrat)
"The Senior Wrangler rested in the common room. Nearby two undergraduates
hotly debated some obscure point. His relaxation was disturbed by the
entrance of the Autocrat. 'Come' he whispered, 'I have something of the
greatest urgency to discuss with you.' Strolling out of the common-room the
wrangler questioned the Autocrat. 'Sir, by your manner you seem tense. Is it
perhaps this Thayl business that is worrying you? Has he perhaps been to see
you again spreading his foul rumors and profaning the name of Sir Gregory
Walton.'
At this the Autocrat turned to face the Wrangler. 'Has anything about this
business passed between you and Sir Gregory on this matter, I know you hold
him in great respect and are a man of conscience but I urge you, if
anything you have said anything to him, even in confidence, I must know it
now.'
The Wrangler stared at the Autocrat. He had never seen him so agitated. As
he spoke he waved his arms, and gesticulated wildly.
'It is a matter of some importance sir?....' the Wrangler began haltingly...
'Of the greatest importance,' the Autocrat confirmed with emphasis.
'Well, he and I have had some trifling discussions about that scoundrel
Thayl.'
'And what did you say...'
'I told him of the accusations Thayl made against him..'
'And what else...'
'Nothing sir, I swear it..'
'And what did you tell him of me?'
'Sir.. he knows much about your work and reputation, nothing I could have
said..'
'Damnation' the Autocrat swore. 'You are but a puppet of his unseen hand.
How many times have I counseled you to beware that you are not
manipulated by such people. Why did you comply with such a fiend?'
'He is not a fiend' the poor Wrangler protested, on the verge of tears. 'His
plan to harness the power of the humble townspeople for the common good
is ingenious. Granted, it might seem to the eye of the moralist to be of
dubious merits but pragmatically it is only through using power of their
superstition we can set them free.'
'You damned, damned fool' the Autocrat lamented. 'You let your innocence
and ideals cloud your vision. Walton and his associates are the lowest
of criminals and Thayl has fallen into their clutches. I fear for his
life.. Pray tell me all you know of Walton's Grand Plan.."
The Wrangler confided in the Autocrat all he knew and when he had
finished the Autocrat shook his head sorrowfully. 'I fear your knowledge
may be your undoing. If his plan comes to fruition you could in time
lead to his downfall. I beg you, stay in your chambers until I return.
I shall have the porters keep watch over you. Pray for your safety,
for I fear that the Hand of the Almighty is the only force that can
grant you succor now.'
Later having made all the possible arrangements for the Wrangler's security,
arrangements the Autocrat was painfully knew to be insufficient, gathering the
necessary papers and books to decode the documents stolen from Walton the
Autocrat proceeded by foot, along the back-lanes of the town to the place
where he had an appointment with his colleague. At the corner he was
confronted by a friar, of a familiar appearance and bearing. 'Greetings,'
brother Cadfael' the Autocrat said with a smile. 'A pleasure to meet you
Mr.Benn,' replied Caine, for indeed it was he who was dressed in such an
surprising manner. 'I trust you have made the arrangements' the Autocrat
whispered. 'I took them into hand personally,' Caine responded. 'And for our
protection....' the Autocrat asked...
'Come inside' Caine responded. 'I think you shall see that I've made
adequate provision for any forthcoming fracas...'
Chapter the 25th Preparation (by Thayl)
Leading him inside to a dark room, Caine quickly lit a torch and showed
The Autocrat inside. On a table in front of them were three pistols,
numerous shot and gun powder. Caine swept his hand towards the table. "I
know it's not much, but because of the urgency of this situation it will
have to suffice. I trust you are learned in the way of the fire arm ?"
The Autocrat nodded, picking up one of the pistols and weighing it in his
hand. "Yes, I must admit I have picked up quite a bit of knowledge in
this particular area. One must move with the times and take use of every
modern convenience, for it's use may give us the edge on many fields."
Caine picked up the other two pistols and led The Autocrat outside,
where to his surprise he met Silk the Highway man once more. Caine
handed the third pistol to Silk saying "Autocrat, I trust you've met
Silk before ?" The Autocrat nodded as Silk handed the pistol back to
Caine. "I pray thee thanks for the gun kind sir, but I think you'll
find I have an adequate supply of my own." Opening his jacket Silk then
showed the other two his two gold fire arms, and a row of shot fitted
into a belt he wore. "And now gentlemen, let us make haste to the abode
of Hjalkar, for I fear our mutual comrade Thayl is in grave danger."
Setting off on horseback to Hjalkars residence, the location of which
was known to Silk, The Autocrat could not but wonder at the decision he
had come to, and the action that he was going to have to decide to take.
'Obviously the Senior Wrangler, the poor fool, will be forced to resign
in the end. But what of Walton and Hjalkar ? Surely these foul deeds and
rouge actions are fitting of imprisonment ?' he asked himself. 'And how
will Thayl's fate turn out ? Wrongfully forced to resign from a steady
position in an honorable educational establishment, will his name be
cleared when we expose Walton and Hjalkar ?' The Autocrat was somewhat
embarrassed to find himself worrying about the fate of his own name. These
startling actions of vigilante were not at all suited to his regular
position at Harlebands. Trying to put fears for the safety of his
lifestyle behind him, The Autocrat concentrated on the plan of action
they would adopt on reaching the country house he could just about make
out on the distance.
After securing their steeds a few hundred yards away from the house,
Caine, The Autocrat and Silk debated on what plan of action to take. "If
I have assessed this situation correctly, Hjalkar was not planning on us
finding his hideout here." said Caine. "These horses are some of the
fastest in the land, I doubt if any spy could have overtaken us on any
other route coming here." The Autocrat nodded. "But we must remain
civilized at all times men. However much of an animal this Hjalkar
character is, we must not stoop to his level. For if we adopt the blatant
use of violence and loutish behavior that he has exercised then we have
lost already. I suggest we knock on the front door, confront him with the
facts we know, and demand to have Thayl set free. Any unapproved movement
on his part will be marked with a swift showing of our arms, but please
refrain from using these pistols unless it is a matter of life and death.
I do not wish to see any bloodshed, from either parties." Silk and Caine
both understood the intelligence behind The Autocrat's methods, and they
hastedly marched up the front door and rapped soundly on the knocker
Chapter the 26th Confrontation (by Autocrat)
"The door swung open. A stooping man of average height stood before them. The
trio took a step backwards. Mayhap it was the beard on this mans chin giving
him a Mephistophelean appearance or the evil burning in his probing eyes but
they felt intimidated by this stranger. 'Sir,' Silk said boldly stepping
forward. 'We seek the one known as Hjalkar.'
'Indeed,' the stranger replied. 'And have you an appointment.'
'Sir, we do not,' Silk brusquely replied. 'Identify yourself, and take us to
Hjalkar.'
'I fail to see why I should do so,' the stranger retorted, 'but I am in fact
the private secretary of Master Hjalkar. You may call me Kimble, and what,
might I ask, might I call you.'
'I am the Autocrat,' replied the academic, 'and my colleagues here are Mr.
Moran and Mr. Caine, and we would impress upon you the fact that we have
business of the greatest urgency and the highest importance with your
employer.'
'Very well,' Kimble replied ushering them into the hall. 'The master
shall be with you anon.'
Strolling into Hjalkar's lair the trio looked about, Silk with the
slyness of a man who must be observant to live upon his wits, Caine
with the apprehension that is acquired during a fugitive's youth and
Autocrat with the eye of an aesthete admiring the vaulting on the
ceiling and the carvings on the wall inside this great house seemingly
so humble from outside.
'The man has taste and refinement,' the Autocrat mused, admiring the
architecture, 'despite perhaps a predilection for the bizzare,'
setting his eyes upon a vivid painting in oils of the martyrdom of
some obscure medieval saint.
Finding themselves led into a large library Caine, Autocrat and Silk
stood as Kimble went to find his master. As they watched the
secretary leave through a door in the far side of the room they heard
a voice from behind.
'Sirs, perhaps it is I whom you seek....'"
Chapter the 27th Face to Face (By Thayl)
The three of them spun around to face this new stranger. At once The
Autocrat knew who it was, although he had never met him before, he could
tell by his eyes that this was indeed the nemesis he had been mentally
trying to curb these past few days. Hjalkar stood at least six foot tall,
but his gaunt appearance and hunched back did not impose the image of a
physically strong man. 'Strength of mind rather than body.' commented The
Autocrat to himself. Silk was the first to break the silence. "Hjalkar I
presume ? We know of your foul plan with regard to this comet. And we
have come to shed sense on these atrocious ideas of yours. You must
desist now !! We demand that you release Thayl and hand over all plans
pertaining to domination of the ignorant with reference to this passing
heavenly body."
Hjalkar took a step back and chuckled to himself. "Oh you fools. If only
your weak mind could understand the power that is at hand !! I am not an
evil man, the thought of bloodshed and ill actions sickens me as it does
any other scholar. These peasants that work the land, they are untamed and
unkempt. They need a binding force, a ruling force. And with the
phenomenal science that they think is some kind of satanic magic, I can
help them learn. I can help bring them together in one ruling." "A ruling
of fear." interrupted The Autocrat. "And power through fear is no better
than power through bloodshed. I am surprised and dumbfounded that you do
not realize this Hjalkar. Don't you understand that swaying people through
fear will as likely as always end up blowing back in your face, like the
misfire from a defective cannon, and with the same velocity and
explosiveness as one too ?" Hjalkar waved his right hand. "Alas, a rule of
fear is not a satisfactory one, but it is the only kind of monarchy that
will work on these country folk."
From the corner if his eye, Caine noticed three burly looking
characters advance from a side door, while Hjalkar was talking. "So now
come the unfortunate outcome of your actions. Since you have showed the
initiative to debunk my plans, you must all be locked up while I carry out
my actions for the next few days, to insure the full effectiveness of my
elaborate theater." Caine and Silk spun around to see the three stout
fellows advance on them. The Autocrat held up his hands. "Enough, I do not
wish to see any violence of any sort. Silk, Caine, I beg of you to resist
any temptation of retaliation. Lead us to our prison, Hjalkar, and we
will give you no trouble." Silk and Caine were startled. "But sir !!"
exclaimed Silk. "No Silk !!" hissed The Autocrat, in a voice so harsh that
even Hjalkar was taken aback. "Listen to your master friends. For a man
that knows when to admit defeat is a man that may live on to see the dawn
of another day, or in this situation, the dawn of another king." With that
speech, Hjalkar waved his staff and his three burly accomplices jostled
Caine, Silk and The Autocrat out towards the stables where they joined
Thayl in the cell he occupied.
Thayl looked and grimaced as his companions were thrown into the cell.
"Autocrat, Caine. I feared that this would happen." Caine and Silk
instantly turned to The Autocrat, bristling with anger. "Sir I must
display my extreme doubt and distain for your actions." said Silk. "With
a showing of our arms we could have swayed the balance of power without
any loss of temper of life !" Thayl stood up and addressed Silk. "Forgive
me as I do not know your name, but I am sure that whatever plan of action
The Autocrat has decided to take, it is indeed the correct one and will
lead to a successful outcome." The Autocrat nodded to Silk. "Silk, you
may have heard of Thayl, the fellow that first came to me concerning the
misquoting of Pius d'Alton that started this whole affair. He is indeed
right, for within this makeshift prison, Hjalkar thinks we are secure,
but what he does now know of are the tools available to use to make use of."
And with a glint in his eye The Autocrat took a small hacksaw and a bag
containing several tools concerning the making, and possibly undoing, of
various locks and bolts. Chapter the 28th Ambush (by Autocrat)
"Sir Gregory Walton was at leisure in his chambers at Hertford College. Indeed
he had had leave to be at leisure, he reflected for soon he felt he would be
freed od the drudgery of the scholastic life. With the generous patronage of
Hjalkar he was at liberty to choose the highest positions in the academic
sphere for his own. In his minds' eye he saw himself becoming more like his
illustrious ancestor, the powerful Lord Alfred Walton. Wondering how to
handle this new found power he studied his shelves for a diversion for his
formidable mind. Torn between the distractions of the works of Dryden and
Dante's Inferno he finally choose the former and opening a page at random
and read.
'Happy the man and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own,
He who secure within can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.'
Sir Gregory pondered the irony of this passage and his own circumstances when
his thoughts were interrupted by a knocking.
'RAP-RAP'
'*Giggle*'
Sir Gregory opened the door. 'Hello!' he leered pulling at his mustache.'
What have we here? A pair of young ladies. To what do I owe this pleasant
surprise, my pretty ones. How may I be of service?'
He admitted the two (who smiled at his wit, thus concealing their nausea and
disgust for this pathetic spectacle) into his chambers grinning inwardly.
Young woman were an uncommon enough sight in the college, the statutes of the
university requiring that all domestic servants be 'old, married and ugly.'
It was virtually unprecedented to see a pair of young women alone in the
college and Sir Gregory marveled at their fair presence. (The women he
generally entertained in his rooms demanded exorbitant fees to 'visit' him
in pairs). Most strangely however was the fact that one of them carried a
book, and a sizable volume at that.
'We are but humble county girls' one replied.
'And your reputation..'
'*Giggle*'
'As a man...'
'As a great man....'
'Of learning has spread far..'
'And we seek your assistance.'
Sir Gregory sat behind his desk trying to look distinguished and
knowledgeable whilst sizing up the duo. Crossing his legs he sat bolt upright,
flashed a smile and asked 'Mayhap you desire my help with something you have
read in that book you carry?'
'Indeed sir..'
'It is a very difficult book..'
'*Giggle*'
'You see it deals with...'
'Epiphenomenonism..'
'Which has to do with....'
'Consciousness...'
'as a mere accessory to physiological possesses..'
'Whose presence or absence...'
'Makes no difference..'
'Whatever...'
'*Giggle*'
'Hmmm.. most interesting' said Walton. 'Come around here in order that I
may examine it.'
The two walked around to walton's side of the desk. Quick as lightening he
shot out an arm and wrapped about the waist of one of them with a huge
wink and a chuckle on his lips.
BANG!
Her companion brought the heavy volume down upon his head, rendering him
insensible.
'*Giggle*'
The door of the chambers opened and in rushed, what appeared to be
another Sir Gregory accompanied by two other men. The Shadow (for it
was he) thanked the pair.
'Mistress Sarah, Mistress Tanya, ' he said with a bow, 'Mister Caine
and the Autocrat shall hear of your role in this business and surely
their gratitude shall be great.'
One of the men accompanying the Shadow examined the unconscious Sir
Gregory. He was of slightly less than average height, with short fair hair, a
long dark coat, eye-glasses perched on his nose, an intense manner and was a
physician of the town. 'He is out cold and I have gases to ensure he
does not awake prematurely.'
The other man was a thick set bearded burgher with a mane of thick brown
hair. 'Come,' he said, bundling Sir Gregory, 'we must remove him from this
place immediately.'
The Shadow explained, 'Doctor, Mister Jaypy, the sisters here have
suitable accommodation for our sleeping friend. Keep him there under guard
until I or Mister Caine sends word. I shall remain here and no one shall
notice his absence.'
The two men nodded and followed the ladies out of the room.
'Why, another guest.'
'*Giggle*'
'We shall have to lock him in the wood shed.'
The Shadow watched them leave and sitting back in Sir Gregory's chair waited."
Chapter the 29th Escape (By Thayl)
The Autocrat picked at the lock with a dexterity that suggested practice.
Silk had earlier busied himself with sawing through the heavier bolts,
pausing for a few breaths before finally breaking through. Now all that
was left was a single lock located on the outside of the door. Having
selected a long thin blade The Autocrat had been working the catch for
about five minutes. Thayl was pacing up and down with his hands behind
his back talking out loud about what he proposed they did next. "It's
obvious to all that this Hjalkar character will stop at nothing to enforce
his plan involving the climax of the comet as it passes near to the
earth. Therefore the only logical solution, without physically harming
him, would be to confine him to a secure room for the duration of the
comet's fireworks. The local authorities, when notified, would be only too
happy to safe guard him, once we have presented our story and our evidence."
*SNIP* The Autocrat stood up with a triumphant look on his face. "With
regards to your plans Thayl, I also agree that he must be apprehended
immediately and placed in the local jail. Not only because of the sway he
may exert on the masses, but also because I believe now that Sir Gregory
Walton's life is in danger. Now ready yourselves men, for I have
successfully opened our one and only barrier to freedom."
Hjalkar looked up from his book. So far his plan had gone perfectly.
'With Thayl, The Autocrat and their idiot comrades all locked up I can
safely plan Walton's assassination now. He was useful for a time, useful
but a bore. Indeed, for a while I thought I could have fooled him with
the comets powers, but he had a little knowledge of science. That little
knowledge for him was indeed a dangerous thing, for now he must be
eliminated.' Summoning one of his men, Hjalkar gave instructions of the
whereabouts of Walton and the preferred method of extermination that he
would like to see his would-be executioner dole out. Looking out the
French windows in his study, Hjalkar grinned to himself as he saw his
courier of ill tide ride towards the town.
The Autocrat also grinned as he saw Hjalkars fellow galloping off, but
for less sinister reasons. 'If my thoughts are accurate, that leaves only
three more men in this old house, including Hjalkar. The odds seem to be
evening themselves somewhat.' Heading for the study, The Autocrat and
Thayl strode on ahead, oblivious of any danger that may lie around the
corners. Caine and Silk however were more hesitant, stopping every so
often to listen out for any signs of other movement apart from their own.
But on reaching Hjalkars study without meeting anyone else Silk and Caine
caught up to the other two who proceeded to fling open the door and
confront Hjalkar once more. Instantly Hjalkar jumped up and pulled out a
gun from his coat pocket, pointing it at The Autocrat. "What work is this
!? Foul gods, why must you torment me with such doings !" he exclaimed as
Silk, Caine and Thayl also quickly withdrew their pistols and aimed for
Hjalkar. The Autocrat slowly looked straight at Hjalkar. "I fear a
position as jail guard is not one I would suggest you gain employment in
for the foreseeable future. Your makeshift cell did not deter us for long,
but maybe it was just long enough to have Walton killed. Is this so ?"
Hjalkar scowled. "Yes, in fact your precious Walton is probably dead as
we speak. One of my best men was sent to cut him out of this, now
seemingly wretched picture." The Autocrat nodded. "Wretched indeed, for
if you take a shot at me, as much as I would beg them not to, my friends
would surely overcome their morals and feel a sudden urge for retaliation."
Hjalkar spat on the ground and pulled on his red beard with his left
hand. "Your friends would all fire upon me ? Maybe so. I have had Thayl
locked up for quite some time now, I believe he would hold me in contempt
also for this plan I have masterminded. Silk, the brave highway man. He
would think no more of shooting me then shooting some rich merchant who
refused to hand over a bag of coins." Hjalkar turned to Caine. "But Caine
? I fear that this one is a mystery to me even. Would the one who I hold so
dear, one who I cared for so long ago, would he fire upon me ? Would the
man I once called son take the life of his own father ?" There was a gasp
from all parties and Caine started to tremble. "No....it can't be true.
My father died years ago in a mining accident." Hjalkar shook his head.
"That is what your mother mother wanted you to believe. She wanted
nothing to do with me and expelled me from her house, and from your
life." Tears were running down Caine's trembling cheeks. "No, I refuse to
believe it. You are not my father. You can't be..it's impossible......"
"Look inside your heat, you know that it is true."
Chapter the 30th Assassin (by Autocrat)
"Silk looked on dumbfounded. He whispered to the impassive Autocrat. 'Who
would have thought such a thing?'
'Indeed,' the Autocrat replied. 'Hjalkar is obviously older than he looks'
'All my life,' Caine wept, ' I have felt deeply the absence of my father. I
have been a fugitive, a wanderer, a patriot. Having no filial bonds I owed
loyalty to fatherland and comrades. Now that I have found him, the time has
come to stand where I belong. On my fathers side.' And so he walked slowly
and deliberately away from the Autocrat's band and turning stood shoulder to
shoulder with his father, pistol pointed at his former allies.
Meanwhile, back at Hertfort college The Shadow sat at Sir Gregory's desk.
Being a man of little learning (rarely at the schoolhouse as a boy and when
there the last to arrive) he found little to amuse him in Sir Gregory's papers
until he stumbled across a a cache of lewder texts concealed behind a
bookcase. As he ran his eye over the pages of such a work (penned by Sir
Gregory?) his thoughts were interrupted by a knock.
'Who's abroad?' The Shadow said in perfect imitation of Sir Gregory.
'A messenger, from the Master' came a gruff voice.
This was more than Shadow had hoped for. Caine would be pleased if he were
to intercept a message form that scoundrel Hjalkar to that rogue Sir Gregory.
The messenger entered the chambers. He knew he would have little trouble
with a man advanced in years used to the sedentary life of the academic.
'Come, yes what is it?' Shadow snapped.
The assassin drew a knife and rushed at 'Sir Gregory.' The Shadow, being a
veteran of many such escapages acted with great speed. From a pocket he
produced a small, but solid bag, packed with pieces of lead. As the
assassin lunged at his jugular The Shadow cooly leapt from his chair at
the opportune moment and before the assassin (who was by now stumbling, the
force of his stab having missed its target) had time to react dealt his
assailant a sharp blow on the back of the head, rendering him prone in
a manner not entirely dissimilar to Sir Gregory's own incapacitation
a few hours before.
'Ha ha,' smirked the Shadow. 'my blow has rendered my assailant
totally insensible. Truly he is more than merely shaken, but well
and truly stirred.'" Chapter the 31st Gunfire (by Thayl)
Hjalkar grinned as Caine stood beside him, pistol aimed at his new enemies.
"So Mr. Autocrat, it looks like these odds are indeed becoming far more
favorable. The only question is, who will be the first to swallow their
fear, cast away their morals, embrace their anger and fire ?" The
Autocrat quickly reached inside his jacket, pulled out his fire arm and
shouted "It will be none other than me !!" Hjalkar was so shocked by The
Autocrat's sudden movement that he didn't have time to move as The
Autocrat aimed and pulled the trigger. It was only after the smoke fanned
from the gun that Thayl realized that The Autocrat hadn't been aiming at
Hjalkar at all, but at the oil lamp situated on his desk that immediately
exploded and sprayed flaming oil across the desk and onto the carpet.
Hjalkar and Caine both spun around to find the source of this incredible
heat that was quickly filling the room. "Quickly, the minute of our
escape is at hand." said The Autocrat, breaking Silk and Thayl out of
their stunned trance. As they ran from the study, flames were beginning to
burn through the paneled walls.
Catching their breath at a safe distance outside, the three sprinters
looked around to see the old country cottage quickly become smothered by
flames. "What of Caine and Hjalkar ? Truly it is a befitting punishment
for them to be burned alive." said Silk. "One could hope that the flames
will purge them of their guilt and lay their souls to rest." Thayl shook
his head. "As much as a part of me wishes to believe that we have seen
the last of Hjalkar, I am afraid and worried that he has escaped with
Caine, probably through any number of hidden doors and passage ways that I
am sure exist in the old house." The Autocrat nodded as he untied the
horses. "There is absolutely no doubt in my mind when I tell myself that
we are sure to see Hjalkar again. All his important notes, studies and plans
pertaining to the comet have been destroyed by the fire. And with his
mind currently absorbed with his new found son Caine, I can safely say we
have thwarted his diabolical plan to sway the peasant folk with works of
science and acts of pantomime. But come, we must haste to St. Harlebands
for I fear the Senior Wrangler is already dead."
Hjalkar coughed and sputtered as he tumbled out of the doorway leading
into the side garden. He was quickly followed by Caine, who had covered
his mouth with a piece of cloth in an effort to filter the smoke out of
the air he was making a concentrated effort not to inhale. "Ah young
Caine, it seems that I have been defeated. With my books and notes
destroyed by those infernal flames it would be impossible to continue
with my monitoring work of the comet. I would thoroughly enjoy if my work
had been carried out. Ahhh yes, for how I love it when a plan comes
together...." Chapter the 32nd The Wrangler (By Autocrat)
"Silk, Thayl and the Autocrat made their way with due haste to the town.
Dismounting outside the gatehouse they dashed across the Quad. 'I pray we
are
not too late.' the Autocrat said. Rushing up the stairs they reached the
door of the Senior Wrangler's chambers. It was damaged from outside as
though someone had tried to force entry. 'His people have been here' Silk
commented. I pray they did not gain admittance. The Autocrat rapped
loudly
on the door. 'Wrangler. Open the door. It is I, the Autocrat and I come
with friends.'
From within, silence.
'Wrangler? Are you inside?'
Again nothing. 'Sirs' said the Autocrat addressing himself to his
companions. 'we must gain entry with the greatest speed.'
And so Silk drew his pistol and broke the lock, the noise echoing down
then college halls. They pushed on the door. Obviously bolted from
within it refused to budge. Again they put their shoulders too it,
staining with common purpose but failing in their endeavors. 'Again'
urged Thayl and with a unified thrust they gained entry. Furniture
littered the floor before them, it having being stacked against the door
to provide a barrier against intruders.
Looking around them they espied the Wrangler reclining in his favorite
chair.
'Wrangler' croaked Thayl in a fearful choked voice.
The Autocrat and Silk bowed their heads. His throat had been slit from
ear to
ear.
'But how...' said Thayl examining the blood-stained razor that lay on the
ground before them. 'How did the fiend who did this gain admittance. The
chamber was sealed, all windows secured from within.'
'The monster who did this is not impeded by locks or doors or bolts. it
is
the fear that can grow within us all.' the Autocrat gravely commented.
'He
could not face the disgrace of being forced to abandon an illustrious
life of
scholarship. His shame was so great he could not bear to live with it. He
preferred to die by his own hand than live with the knowledge that his
innocence had aided Hjalkar in his fowl deeds.'
A silence feel upon the trio. One by one they got to their knees and
prayed."This work is the intellectual property of Messers Hennelly &
Healy
.