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duckprintspress · 4 months
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Meet Aether Beyond the Binary Contributor Nicola Kapron
Today’s author spotlight for Aether Beyond the Binary (the aetherpunk anthology starring outside-the-binary characters that we’re currently crowdfunding!) focuses on Nicola Kapron, one of the most prolific authors working with Duck Prints Press. She’s written numerous short stories and a novelette published on our website, but this is her first anthology contribution with us. And – she’s also the crafter of adorable dux plushies we’re selling as add-ons!
Better yet – we’ll be hosting an Ask Me Anything session with Nicola Kapron on Discord! Want to come hang out with Nicola, Nina Waters (ABTB lead editor), and other DPP authors, editors, and fans? Join us on January 6th, 2024 at 3 p.m. Eastern (time zone converter) and bring your questions!
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About Nicola Kapron: Nicola Kapron has previously been published by Neo-opsis Science Fiction Magazine,  Rebel Mountain Press, Soteira Press, All Worlds Wayfarer, Mannison  Press, and more. Nicola lives in British Columbia with a hoard of  books—mostly fantasy and horror—and an extremely fluffy cat. Link: Personal Website
Read an interview with Nicola Kapron.
Stories Nicola Kapron has Published with Duck Prints Press: 
 The Act of Salvation (science fantasy, m/m, second person pov)
 Be Not Afraid (modern fantasy, m/m, omg they were roommates, the apocalypse happened and life didn’t actually change that much) (included in the contributor short stories add-on!) 
 Campfire Stories (modern horror, no ship, trading campfire monster stories)
 Dead Man’s Bells(fantasy, m/nb, dark romance, demonic possession)
 In Good Company (modern horror, m/m, enemies to accomplices)
 More Than We Deserve (dystopian sci-fi, m/m, friends to lovers) (included in the contributor short stories add-on!) 
 The Ocean Went on Forever (sci-fi, m/m if you squint, very hard to summarize – see “challenge: easy-to-tag works)
Nicola’s Aether Beyond The Binary Contribution:
Title: How Your Garden Grows
Tags: alternate history, attempted murder, character injury (serious), elemental (nature), environmentalism, genderfluid, natural disaster (unnatural), non-binary, non-human character, past tense, post-apocalypse, science fiction with magic, scientist, siblings, third person limited point of view
Excerpt:
The dive chamber was dark. The only light filtered upward from the moon window set into the floor. Large and circular, it served as the portal through which ze would exit and, hopefully, return. A transparent barrier of purple-tinged glass sat between Stone and the outside. The Nightmare Sea spread out below zir.
“Copy,” Leigh said. “Three…”
The color of the glass made the ocean of trees below look blue. Even with that tint, the swirls of cloud that clung to the spiralling shapes shimmered through every colour Stone knew and several ze didn’t.
“Two…”
Wind currents batted at the treetops. Most of them splashed off like water on the shore, faint trails in the sky the only evidence they’d even tried.
“One…”
Stone breathed in deeply, then let the air hiss out between zir teeth. Zir fingers flexed inside the heavy gloves. Far below, something in the shining sea reflected like metal instead of like heat shimmer or phantasmal crystal. It was near zir planned diving path.
“Diving.”
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nancypullen · 9 months
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Friday
Hey there, cool cats and kittens!  It’s Friday, not that it matters in my world, but happy Friday to those who celebrate.  I hope your weekend exceeds your expectations.
We don’t have any plans here at Sassafras Woods (I’m trying to make that stick), though the mister will be trotting off later to take some festival photos.  The volunteer fire department in one of the little towns nearby (Preston? Ridgely? I can’t remember.) is having a carnival and fireworks.  It’s a fundraiser and the folks around here are so starved for any sort of entertainment that they’ll hand over their money for it.  I’m not knocking it. I’ll just say that so far the festivals, carnivals, celebrations, etc on the Eastern Shore have oversold and underdelivered.  Honestly, I want to try to sell the town of Denton on the idea of starting a pumpkin festival but the residents here don’t seem to want to do anything.  I could post a sign saying that I’m giving away bags of money at noon on Market Street and people wouldn’t show up.  I don’t get it.  Anywayyy, I don’t have any plans for the weekend and Mickey is going to stand in a field and get photos of fireworks. Our boys, however, have BIG plans. My sweet sons are leaving on a “brother trip” to Berlin and Prague.  I’m so excited for them and I can’t wait to hear their tales when they get home.  I love so much that they’re still close. Those two are my whole life and I can leave this Earth knowing they’ll look out for each other.  I mean, I don’t wanna’ leave yet, but my heart is peaceful about my boys. Mission accomplished. That got a little maudlin, I swear I’m happy. Moving on, last night I went to a class at The Foundry.  It was a mosaic class and, although I’d been to one before, I wanted to get out of the house and bask in the company of women.  Even if they’re strangers, the company and conversation of women is still a pleasure.  So I went in without a plan (dumb) and the time in class is really too limited to create anything wonderful.  For some reason I’d been thinking about bees, and that lovely quote from Ray Bradbury,  "Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers."  I imagined a bee with wings made of a million tiny flowers. What I had time and materials to construct....was not that. This was when I was about 3/4 finished, it looks like a cross-eyed, drunken monkey did it.
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It still needs to be grouted, but I’m not sure I’ll bother.  You just can’t make a masterpiece in an hour, especially when you don’t know what you’ll have on hand to work with.  I really needed a lot more pink and red.  Oh well, it was still a fun time and the ladies in attendance were a delight.  I really like the teacher of the class, she’s got a lovely way about her.  Our projects were done on the glass of old picture frames, and I’ve got plenty of those around here.  Goodwill always has plenty as well.  This might be a fun project for the winter. I could work on a large piece with loads of flowers and bees - maybe even a queen bee at the top, complete with crown. I could devote hours to it over the cold months and have it ready to hang in a window by spring.  There’s something very satisfying about snipping tile and glass.  It’s even more satisfying to take broken pieces and put them together to make something pretty.  I really want to do more, and practice makes perfect right?  Might be fun to do a swirly, magical Halloween piece.  Oh dear, I’m going to buy more supplies....this is how it always happens.  I spent a bit of time in my porch spot this afternoon, thinking and having conversations with myself, and three hummingbirds were buzzing around chasing each other through the zinnias, battling for territory. Delightful. It makes my heart so happy to see them.  I ask for so little - birds, bees, and peace & quiet.  Okay, also books, chocolate, cats, popcorn, bubble baths, art supplies, and flowers.  I’m starting to sound high maintenance.  I mean, if I’m making a list, I also want world peace, no pain or suffering, and for every child to feel loved, safe, and hopeful.  Can’t hurt to ask, right?  Did you hear me, universe? 
I don’t have a thing to say today, yet here I am rambling on in no particular order. I should probably shut up and get productive. I have a bench to paint for the master bathroom, no word yet on when the flooring installation will happen.  I ordered and received a shower curtain and a couple rugs.  It’s so dang hard to do this all online.  I could drive into Easton and poke around Target, or I could go the other direction and drive an hour to Dover and check Home Goods, Kirkland’s, and another Target - but that is unappealing.  Ordering online and getting the colors just right is a gamble.  If you know me, you know how I am about color.  So far neither the shower curtain or the runner to go in front of the vanity showed up looking exactly like they did online.  Their photos, my monitor, all of the above can lead to variations in color.  I’m trying very hard to let go of it-has-to-be-exactly-right and wrap my head around this-is-fine.  I am the only one that will be bothered by a shade of green that is slightly too yellow or a coral that leans a bit too pink.  No one else will care.  It’s not like we’re on the Christmas home tour.  I guess I just feel that when I put time, effort, and money into a project, I want it to be exactly what I envisioned.  I’ve painted more furniture and cabinets since we moved here than I have the last ten years.  I never thought I’d say this, but I’m sick of painting.  Of course, I just ordered a quart of my favorite Heirloom Traditions paint for the Halloween bathroom.  New flooring is going in there as well which means that orangey wood vanity will look especially out of place.  I didn’t want to do cream or white, I didn’t want to do black because the floors will be darker, so I settled on this color and these knobs for the cabinets (think pumpkins!).
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Won’t that be fun?  So I’ll be painting one last vanity and then I’m surrendering my brush and roller.  I’ll bet Mickey hates it when he sees me walk past him with painter’s tape.  He has to admit that he loves the end results.  Especially when I show him the before and after pics.  Like the powder room! Before (yuck!!)
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 After. Not perfect, but better!
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I can’t rave enough about Heirloom Traditions paint.  If you have followed this blog since 2007 (holy cow!) you know that I’ve tried just about every paint under the sun.  This one is hands down THE BEST.  If you have anything you’re considering painting - from your front door to your kitchen cabinets, go look at their Instagram or website and be inspired.  Speaking of Instagram, I recently tried to revive mine. I hadn’t posted there in a nearly two years.  I didn’t have much to post.  I scroll Instagram for recipes and jokes, and I wasn’t contributing either of those.  Lots of people post really beautiful photography - that’s not me either.  Come find me there and maybe we’ll make some fun together.  I’d love to follow more people.  Don’t get your hopes up for my account though. I think I’ll try making more reels and see how that goes (probably as well as we all expect). https://www.instagram.com/njpullen/ It’s nearly 4 o’clock and time for me to prep a bit for dinner.  Tonight will be quick since Mickey is running off to that little carnival.  I’m making fish tacos and roasting some fresh corn from a local farm stand. I’ve got a creamy slaw for the tacos already in the frig, so I just need to get the fish flavored and get a couple of limes juiced. A few minutes in a skillet while the corn is in the oven, warm the tortillas a bit, and we’re in business.   Good thing I’m getting him ready for the festivities because as I’m writing this he’s sawing logs on the sofa across from me.
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In the afternoons our house is like that scene from Sleeping Beauty where the fairies use their magic to put the whole kingdom into a slumber.  Sassafras Woods (is it sticking yet?) must be under a spell.
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Alright, I’m just getting silly now.  I have to go fill the hummingbird feeder and then cook some fish. Livin’ life on the edge, as always.  Have a fabulous weekend and treat yourself - whether it’s a much-needed nap or a girls’ night out. I’m going to pick up two new library books, so I’ll be knee-deep in a “Mid-Atlantic Gardening” binge.  Don’t try to keep up with me, I’m wild. Sending out love, getcha’ some. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy 
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Grand Circo Olimpico
I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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Grand Circo Olimpico
I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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Grand Circo Olimpico
I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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Grand Circo Olimpico
I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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Grand Circo Olimpico
I went, in the evening, to the “ Grand Circo Olimpico ” — an equestrian entertainment in a vast circular tent, on a piece of open ground up in Pera ; and it was as curious a sight as one could well witness. The play-bill was in three languages, — Turkish, Armenian, and Italian; and the audience was composed almost entirely of Levantines, nothing but fezzes being seen round the benches. There were few females present; and of Turkish women, none; but the house was well filled, both with the spectators and the smoke from the pipes which nearly all of them carried. There was no buzz of talk, — no distant bailings, nor whistlings, nor sounds of impatience. They all sat as grave as judges, and would, I believe, have done so for any period of time, whether the performance had been given or not. I have said the sight was a curious one, but my surprise was excited beyond bounds, when a real clown — a perfect “Mr. Merriman,” of the arena—jumped into the ring, and cried out, in perfect English, “Here we are again — all of a lump ! How are you? ” There was no response to his salutation, for it was evidently incomprehensible ; -and so it fell fiat, and the poor clown looked as if he would have given his salary for a boy to have called for “ Hot Codlins! ” I looked at the bill and found him described as the “ Grottesco Inglese ” Whittayne. I did not recognize the name in connection with the annals of Astley’s, but he was a clever fellow, notwithstanding; and, when he addressed the master of the ring, and observed, “ If you please, Mr. Guillaume, he says, that you said, that I said, that they said, that nobody had said, nothing to anybody,” it was with a drollery of manner that at last agitated the fezzes, like poppies in the wind, although the meaning of the speech was still like a sealed book to them. I don’t know whether great writers of Eastern travel would have gone to this circus; but yet it was a strange sight. Eor aught that one could tell, we were about to see all the mishaps of Billy Button’s journey to Brentford, represented in their vivid discomfort, upon the shores of the Bosphorus, and within range of the sunset shadows from the minarets of St. Sophia!
Usual programme of the amphitheatre
The company was a very fair one, and they went through the usual programme of the amphitheatre. One clever fellow threw a bullet in the air, and caught it in a bottle during a “rapid act;” and another twisted himself amongst the rounds and legs of a chair, keeping a glass full of wine in his mouth. They leapt over lengths of stair-carpet, and through hoops, and did painful things, as Olympic youths, and Lion-vaulters of Arabia. The attraction of the evening, however, was a very handsome girl — Maddalena Guillaume — with a fine Gitana face and exquisite figure. Her performance consisted in clinging to a horse, dresser en liberte, with merely a strap hung to its side. In this she put one foot, and flew round the ring in the most reckless manner, leaping with the horse over poles and gates, and hanging on apparently by nothing, until the fezzes were in a quiver of delight private ephesus tours, for her costume was not precisely that of the Stamboul ladies; in fact, very little was left to the imagination. When it was over she retired amidst a storm of applause, not perhaps thinking that three weeks afterwards the notice of her performance would appear in a London newspaper, contributed to the theatrical reports by their “ own correspondent.” That night I was out late in Pera for the first time, and a new feature of its customs presented itself to me. There are very few public lamps; what there are, are of oil, hung in the middle of the street, as in the old French towns, and giving a miserable light. It is proper, therefore, to be provided with a lantern of your own. These are made of paper, and sold for a few pence in the shops, where you also buy a two-inch candle. They shut up something like an accordion, and go in the pocket.
It is almost imperative on everybody to carry a light of this kind after dark, “to show you are not a thief:” a person stands a chance of being taken up by the watchmen, if he is found without one. As we left the circus, these little beacons were seen going away in all directions, and the effect was good. There was an eclipse of the moon that night, which, I presume, may have kept the dogs quiet, for they were lying about all over the road, and the lanterns were of additional use in preventing one from treading upon or tumbling over them. They are said not to attack people carrying lights, but to be very troublesome to those whom they meet in the dark. Hence, for all reasons, a lantern is advisable. With this in one hand, and a jagged stone in the other, the dogs may be set at tolerable defiance. There is, however, a story told in Gulata, of their having torn down a tipsy English sailor one night, and left nothing but his bones to tell the tale in the morning. The dogs about Tophane, with those at Scutari, are, I believe, the most savage animals in Constantinople.
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I Believe I Do
(A Scandal Westeros Flashback)
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The Royal Palace at Dragonstone 1985 A.C.
“I will not be miserable.”
The strength in his betrothed’s voice takes him back a bit. As she toured Dragonstone throughout the day, she spoke gently, smiled easily, carried her petite body with all the grace of a future queen-in-waiting.
Deferent when required, expectant when appropriate. Delicate, all the way.
In his parlor, over tea, they share their last moments alone before Prince Rhaegar Targaryen formally asks Princess Elia Martell of Dorne to be his wife and the future Queen of Westeros. After which, they will take engagement photos in the Gardens of Queen Alysanne at the gazebo that was built where his ancestors Jahaerys and Alysanne Targaryen wed centuries ago.
But the woman who sits before him now is not the blushing maiden he’s publicly courted for the last six months.
Her spine is straight, her dark-eyed gaze is firm. Gone is the warm, subtle Dornish drawl she uses in public; now, her tone is hot, the vowels and consonants less distinguishable. Like this, the two years between them are evident when usually she appears to be younger than him.
“I will do my duty to you, to your family, to Westeros,” she says. “You will not lie to me, nor I to you. And I will not be miserable.”
Rhaegar leans back in his chair, letting her words and change in demeanor wash over him. “Are you implying that marrying me will make you miserable?”
“You? I don’t think so. You’re kind, good company, albeit a little brooding.” Her lips quirk into a smile. “As long as we’re honest with each other, I believe we can have a productive, companionable marriage.”
Productive. Companionable.
Strange terms for a marriage, but honest. Far better than the bitterness and resentment he witnessed between his parents.
“I have a lover.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Rhaegar is accustomed to intimidating people when his voice goes distant, but Elia proceeds unaffected. “I have loved him since I was 18. Or maybe all my life, if I’m honest. He is the one thing in my life that I do for myself and myself alone and I will not give him up.”
“Now, wait one bloody minute, Elia. If you think I’ll allow you to come into my home and make a cuckold of m—“
She raises a hand. “I mean to do my duty. An heir and a spare. There will be no question of their paternity. I can provide details on how I’ll ensure that if you like?”
“This is madness. Utter madness. If my mother expects me to marry a...”
“... a partner, Prince Rhaegar. Who’ll be as invested in your joy as I am in mine. I’ll never deny you your private pleasures and you won’t have to waste energy pretending not to have any.”
That stops him in his tracks.
Was she…?
“You’ll ‘let’ me have a mistress, will you?”
“You’re a crown prince and a future king. You’ll do exactly as you please. I simply refuse to waste time worrying about it.”
Not knowing what to do with himself, Rhaegar stands and paces the room, running a hand over his clean-shaven face.
Too many things are happening at once.
Princess Elia Martell is not at all who he thought she was.
His future wife—because Rhaegar is a realist, and the crown is too invested in their marriage for it to not go on as planned—refuses to give up her lover and is openly advocating for him to have one as well.
What had he expected? To be madly in love? To be faithful until his dying day? To be a cad, as his father had been, disregarding his queen’s happiness in his youth and becoming the primary source of her pain and misery as they aged?
He hadn’t thought of it. He’d merely thought it would be what the first 23 years of his life have been: work.
Wouldn’t an honest relationship with his wife make their work easier?
Elia appears next to him, brandishing a glass of caramel-colored liquid.
“Brandy from the Reach,” she says. “I’m told you take it neat.”
He accepts the offering, his brow raised in surprise.
“Dutiful as promised, Your Highness.”
They sip together in silence, staring out at the rocky cliffs trailing down to the eastern shores of the Blackwater.
Finally, Rhaegar speaks. “He’ll have a vasectomy.”
Elia doesn’t react.
“I trust your methods have worked thus far—“
“—I’ve never been pregnant if that’s what you’re—“
“—but for my peace of mind, your… He’ll have a vasectomy. Bring anything of his into my bed—child or otherwise—that’s the end of it.”
Her jaw tenses and she takes a deep draw from her glass of brandy. “Fair.”
“I expect you to please me. I won’t endure fucking my wife for the sake of heirs. You can expect to be pleased in return.”
Elia’s face breaks into a broad smile. “Prince Rhaegar, did you just say ‘fuck’?”
Despite himself and the absurdity of the conversation, he smiles back. “You’ll find I say it often in closed company.”
“That won’t be a problem.” She steps back and makes a show of drinking in his appearance. “Nor will pleasing you, I don’t think. Do you have someone?”
Rhaegar shakes his head. “Nothing as serious as your arrangement.”
“You will. You’re a romantic. You won’t be able to help yourself.”
He puts a hand in his pants pocket and takes another sip. “I suppose time will tell.”
“Rhaegar,” she says, her tone suddenly serious. “Look at me.”
Standing nearly a foot taller than her, he looks down and sees Elia Martell for the first time. He still sees a princess’s elegance, but now he sees cleverness sparkling in her dark eyes and the graceful strength his mother only developed after his father’s death. More than the picture-perfect queen-in-waiting, she’s a Princess of Dorne. Formidable. Shrewd. What passes between them as his indigo eyes meet her black pair is nothing as electric as passion or infatuation.
It’s respect.
She raises her glass. “No lies. No public embarrassments. No bastards.”
“No lies,” he promises, raising his glass. “No public embarrassments. No bastards.”
Once they clink glasses and finish their drinks, she asks, “Do you want to know who he is?”
“No,” Rhaegar answers. “But I reserve the right to change my mind.”
“Well, then. I believe you have something to ask me, Prince Rhaegar?”
“Yes, Princess Elia. I believe I do.”
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This story was originally posted on AO3.
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