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Fantasy Guide to Ships, Boats and Nautical Lingo

Of all the ways to travel in fantasy and historical novels, there are two favoured ones: horses and ships. But I covered the horses already so here we have some ship terminology and kinds of ships.

Common Boat Terms

Aft/Stern - The back of a ship.

Bow - The bow is the front part of the ship, the pointy part or the place where Kate Winslet stood on in Titanic.

Port - The left side of the ship

Starboard - The right side of the ship

Windward - The wind the direction is blowing.

Hull- outside of the ship

Leeward - Or sometimes called the lee. This is the opposite direction of the wind is blowing

Boom - A horizontal pole extending from the base of the main mast. It adjusted toward the wind direction in order to harness the wind for the sails.

Rudder - The rudder is a flat piece of wood below the ship, used to steer the ship. It is connected to the wheel of the ship.

Tacking - A common sailing maneuver that involves turning the bow through the wind, to change the wind direction from one side of the ship to the other, making the boom move.

Underway- This is when the ship is moving

Astern- The ship is moving backwards

Amidships- Middle of the boat

Topside- when you move from the lower decks to the upper deck

Compartments of the ship

Most ships would have compartments inside the hull and underneath the deck.

Cabins- most war ships and merchant ships would only have one or two main cabin occupied by the captain and higher crew.

Galley- The kitchen on board the ship. The galley would be fitted with tables and cabinets. Galleys were built in such a way that they were more resistant to the heaving of the ship. Most galleys were built with special stoves to stop people from colliding with them and things from spilling out of pots and pans.

Wardroom- some ships are built with a common room for the crew. The wardroom acted as a common room as well as a dining room. It would usually be conjoined with the galley.

Sick Bay- is the compartment of the ship that is given over to the injured and sick. The sick bay would hold the medicines and medical devices and would often be under lock and key.

Hold- This will be the largest compartment in the ship were the cargo or the ship's weapons.

Crew and Positions aboard the Ship

Captain

When we think of captains we imagine them as blackhearted slave drivers (something akin to managers in the customer service industry) but on further research you will find that is not true. There are two kinds of Captains you find in history. Pirate captains and Legitimate Captains. Pirate captains were elected by their merit in battle and dedication to the crew. They were considered equal to the crew, only taking full charge during raids and battles. In the Navy or any legal-bound ship, captains were selected by rank and wealth. There was no equality between captain and crew as in pirate ships. Legal ships were Capitalists and the Pirates were Democratic.

First Mate

First Mate is the captain's deputy. They act as captain when the captain cannot. This was mainly seen in Navies and merchant ships as Pirates usually placed their quartermaster as their deputies.

Quartermaster

The Quartermaster was in charge of ensuring that the ship ran smoothly, rather like the ship's HR manager. The Quartermaster was in charge of supplies and had certain powers such as being able to punish the crew for minor infractions.

Sailing Master

These were officers in charge of piloting the ship. They would have to be educated enough to read a map and was a much desired position because it was a fair paying job. Pirates usually kidnapped sailing masters from ships they attacked to use aboard their own ships.

Gunner

Gunners were the overseers of any many qualified to load and fire guns. They were in charge of aiming cannons and making sure the crew were safely using guns. Most the guns were loaded by young boys called powder monkeys.

Boatswain

Boatswains or junior officers would act as supervisors, watching over the crew as they did their duties. If things were not going well they reported to the captain or quartermaster to punish the crew.

Surgeons

Surgeons handled any diseases and wounds. Since being at sea limited the amount of medicine available. Most ship's surgeons were forced to cut off limbs to avoid infection pike gangrene. Surgeons may not always be found on ships. Cooks or carpenters were often pressed to do amputations: meat was meat and cutting was cutting.

Cooks

All ships needed somebody to cook. Navies and merchant ships would often have trained cooks while on pirate ships it was just a crewmember who was handy in the kitchen.

Kinds of Ship

(Not a complete list, may post more later.)

Brig- A brig is the ship that one most thinks of when you think of a ship. The brig is a large vessel, set with a pair of square-rigged masts. Brigs were fast ships and highly maneuverable. They were used as merchant ships and warships.

Galley- The galley is propelled via oars. The hull is long and slender and most of them featured larger sails. Galleys often were rowed by slaves and used in war.

Galleon- Galleons were large ships, built with multiple decks, carrying three or more masts with square raised stern. The Galleon was usually rigged with square sails on the fore-mast and main-masts.

Caravel- The caravel was a small ship with triangular sails, famed for its manoeuvrability and speed.

Longship- The longships were the ships of the Vikings. They were slender ships, narrow. They were able to keep afloat in shallow waters as well as the deep sea. Longships were able to reverse quickly, a very important skill. The longship was a warship, a raider's ship propelled by oars.

Carrack- the carrack was a large ship, often built with mass cargo holds making the most popular ship to go on long voyages on. The carrack had three or four masts.

Cog- This ship was a large vessel, the hull wide and large. The ship is propelled by a great single sail flown from a tall mast.

Junk- The junk or Chinese junk was a kind of coastal or river ship used as merchant ships, pleasure ships and sometimes houseboats. They are small ships and made with battened sails rather resembling wings.

Trireme- the trireme was a slender ship set with three banks of oars pulled by one man each. The trireme had a concave hull and usually had an underwater ram at the prow of the ship.

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Finally got around to making a map of the world. Yippee.

Also what i had previously called ‘The Westlands’ is now the Faithlands b/c it just works better and credit to the boyfriend.

#map #ellie is Brell #aka from Brellia #the Shrill is named that b/c all the waves and whatnot wore holes throughout the island #and there's always the distant sound of a shrill scream #the closer you are to the cliffs the worse it gets #there's a reason it used to be a prison #now its mostly abandoned #anyway i also need to label all the towns/cities and stuff #the shadow guards #TheShadowGuards

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• Fancy Dress Costume in the Renaissance Style.

Place of origin: Russia, St. Petersburg

Designer/Maker: Workshop of A. T. Ivanova

Date: late 19th century

Medium: Velvet, satin, gauze, metallic thread, cord, passementerie.

#reference #fashion ref #Ava Tremain

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I’ve come to the decision that, whoever I get back to The Shadow Guards (book i have actually written but needs so much editing and development it’ll be like re-writing it again), no one will know that Master Jacob’s apprentice is a girl at first

Mostly b/c when he takes Ellie on as an apprentice, he doesn’t know she’s a girl. This is less on Ellie’s ability to disguise herself as pre-pubescent boy, and more on Master Jacob’s sheer ability to be oblivious to the obvious. (Anthony the coach driver/Guard who assisted in getting Master Jacob an apprentice knew Ellie was a girl. Anthony is also a little shit).

Why, you may ask, have I decided on this?

Because when the Guards have their “welcome new apprentices, congrats on becoming full guards to our graduating apprentices” feast/party, I want Ellie to have a dramatic cloak removal, like at the level of “Grandmama, it’s me, Anastasia”

#shitposting ideas

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Afternoon Dress

Jacques Doucet

c.1905

MFA Boston

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Afternoon Dress

1878-1880

France

The MET

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34. Or 52. for Miss Ava (or for whoever you would like!!) for the writing prompts?

HOW ABOUT BOTH

34. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

She was hesitant to knock on the door, but Lady Temple had said he wanted to speak to her. She could just pretend that she’d forgotten, and Eleanor and she could leave for King’s City before the weather worsened.

But her conscience wouldn’t allow it. And leaving before addressing the unspoken would just make a larger mess of things. It would be best to simply get it over with and not drag it out awkwardly.

Ava knocked smartly and waited.

It was already scandalous for her to be in his private sitting room. A young woman in his mother’s employ, unchaperoned and not family. Had the situation been any alternative, she would not entertain his request.

“You can enter, I’m decent!” he yelled through the door.

And Ava opened the door, every fiber in her body refusing to step over the threshold into a Lord’s bedroom.

What she could see was an absolute disaster. Clothing, probably dirty, was strewn into piles. More was on an armchair, accompanied by what appeared to be his Guards cloak. Books were haphazardly stacked in the corners, on his desk, and there was even more books sticking out of the blankets at the food of his bed.

Also at the foot of his bed was a pile of pillows keeping his broken leg elevated.

Ava noticed that his sock had a hole in the heel.

But with the angle of his bed and the door, she couldn’t see his face. And he couldn’t simply get up and walk around.

“El?” Lord Jacob called out. “El, stop hovering there and tell your damned governess that I would like a word.”

She would have to enter his bedroom. Ava gathered herself, promised herself this would be the one and only time she’d be in a Lord’s bedroom, and stepped around the door and into the view of the bedroom’s owner.

Lord Jacob looked as though he was already tired of being bedridden after less than a day with a broken leg. He also looked thoroughly haggard but had put in an attempt to comb his hair. A small condolence was that he wasn’t drunk anymore. “Ah. You’re not El.”

“You asked for me?” Ava didn’t wish to waste time on stating the obvious.

“Ah.”

She pursed her lips. “I presume this is about yesterday’s....” She paused, searching for the right word. “Declaration?”

Lord Jacob shifted in bed, pulling up the blanket like a shield between the two of them, revealing the extensive bandages spiraling up his leg and the wooden robs holding it straight. “Uh...”

Ava tore her eyes away from the injury. She didn’t need to image how horrible it must have been for Eleanor to see it break.

He was looking at her. It wasn’t that annoyed glare she usually received. Lord Jacob opened and shut his mouth,

She stayed silent. He’d wanted to speak with her, and while she knew what the topic most likely was, she was not going to initiate the conversation.

“I-” He faltered. “Those things you said yesterday... Did you mean them?”

There was no gentle way to do this. “Yes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

Color was creeping into his cheeks. Whether embarrassment or something else, she didn’t wish to know.

Ava looked away first. “I don’t believe I should recount the details. But you must understand how inappropriate it would be.” There, the worst was over with. She glanced back to see his reaction.

He was nodding at his elevated foot as if he was determined to memorize the knitted pattern. “Very well. I understand.” A mournful smile flirted across his face. “I would hate to cause the gossip Mother listens to.”

She stepped back towards the door. Towards the end of the awkward conversation. Her hand was on the door knob.

“Stay warm on the way to King’s City. Make sure Ellie keeps up on her training, I’ve posted letters to Guards there who can work with her. You know enough to supervise.” Lord Jacob gave her a little half-hearted wave.

Ava returned the wave and stepped out of his bedroom, firmly shutting the door. She leaned against it for a beat to compose herself.

This was not the first time she’d had this conversation with men, nor Lords, but this was the singular time that the interested party still retained his respect for her nor tried to wheedle her opinion to something different.

She straightened her jacket and left his sitting room.

Eleanor was at the end of it, silhouetted against the frosted window. Snow was steadily falling.

Ava cleared her throat. “We ought to leave soon.” She needed to leave soon. A week’s worth of travel would put Lord Jacob’s feelings out of mind. It would give him space and time to think. “Do you have something for the carriage?”

Eleanor sighed. “Oh, yes, I’ve got so many exciting things, like cross-stitch and books of manners and dancing diagrams.” She turned from the window, expression sardonic. “It’s going to be miserable, isn’t it?”

“Very.”

52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”

Ellie decided that Miss Ava’s lessons on manners were slightly more interesting when there was a second student. Especially when the other student was Vincent and the lesson was about proper conversation during tea.

Miss Ava had them sitting across from each other at a little tea table set up in the greenhouse. Had it been any season but winter, it would been lovely. But everything was coated in ice and snow and the greenhouse was barely warm enough to not need a cloak.

The Temple Manor in King’s City lacked the charm of Mrs. Temple’s manor in Caster. Everything was stiffer, the manor was tall and narrow, and the shrubs still alive in the greenhouse were meticulously groomed to be spheres. Nothing involving the natural part of nature was encourage. There was a study little weed growing between two bricks. Ellie was counting how many days it went before it was noticed. So far it was four days.

Miss Ava was perched on a chair, supervising them and the rapidly cooling tea.

Vincent looked utterly resigned to his afternoon being spent remembering his manners. He’s said exactly three words, her name, and a thank-you to Miss Ava after she’d poured the tea,

He’d also been chided for not pulling out Ellie’s chair for her.

Vincent’s response hadn’t encouraged Miss Ava to put faith in him.

Ellie wanted to take another cookie and cut it open just to scoop out the lemon curd in the center. Instead she straightened her teaspoon and napkin. Across from her, Vincent was scowling into his tea as if glaring at it could warm it up.

Miss Ava sighed. “Are you two this quiet when training with the Guards?”

Ellie shrugged.

Vincent’s glare slid from his teacup to the governess.

“Well, you both ought to practice proper conversation. Even,” she continued to Vincent, “if it’s just for Eleanor’s benefit.”

Ellie sipped her lukewarm tea. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Fine.” Vincent nudged his teacup away from him. “I would like to state for the benefit of your governess that when one sends an invitation for Guard training, tea with forced conversation is not what anyone is looking forward to.”

Miss Ava looked like she’d eaten something sour.

Her tea was disgusting. Ellie set it back down. “Yes, I’m aware. Sword practice with your master would be better. Even against you.”

“Such a charming compliment.”

Ellie knew her smile wasn’t exactly kind. “Would you rather be having tea with Duncan Caldwell?”

Vincent’s glare could have melted the ice caked on the glass panes. “I would rather drink poison.”

“Vincent,” snapped Miss Ava. “Poison is not an acceptable topic for polite conversation.”

He leaned back in his chair, irritated. “Fine. Eleanor, are you liking the weather?”

Ellie kept her expression cool. “It’s nearly as frigid as your personality. And how are you finding the weather?”

His glower deepened. “How is that considered acceptable when she’s insulting me?”

Ellie protested before Miss Ava could answer. “You insult my knowledge at every opportunity you get.” She leaned in. “If you listen closely you can hear nobody caring.”

“That’s not fair, I apologize for that!”

“After I gave you a black eye!”

“Eleanor!” Miss Ava interrupted them both. “You gave him a black eye?”

“I deserved it,” Vincent explained, not looking away from Ellie.

She nodded in agreement and decided that with the direction of the conversation, paying attention to her table manners was not going to be one of Miss Ava’s focuses. Ellie delicately slipped a lemon curd cookie onto her plate. “Vincent made a comment about farmgirls and their supposed talents.”

He flushed. “You’re making it sounds worse than it was.”

“Anthony would agree with me.”

“Anthony is not here,” Vincent added.

Ellie discreetly cracked open her cookie. “He would agree with me.”

Vincent sucked in a breath. “You claim to know my closest friend better than me? Oh, stars, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!” He slunk ever further into his chair.

Miss Ava simply stared at him, at a loss for words. It was clear she hadn’t figured out what sort of person Vincent was.

Ellie scooped out the lemon curd. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Vincent.”

“Nor you.” He reached across the table and helped himself to the curd-less cookie. “And I am finding this tea has become an exercise in futility.”

“That’s something we’ve got in common.” Ellie sucked the lemon curd off her spoon and turned her attention to Miss Ava. “Might we go spar now? Master Jacob’s coming in a couple weeks once his leg is done healing and if he sees that I’ve lost progress, he won’t be pleased.”

Vincent broke the cardinal rule of table manners and put his elbow on the table. “Yes, might we go spar, Miss Tremain? It would be nice to learn something worth retaining this afternoon.”

Miss Ava looked between the pair of them. “Yes, I suppose so. I thought Jacob hadn’t been serious when he said you two didn’t get along.”

“Oh, no,” Vincent stretched out the words. “We’re the greatest of friends.”

“Precisely.” Ellie said sweetly. “The greatest of friends. And we’re going to go practice throwing knives at each other once Master Masonwell arrives.”

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What kinds of hobbies do your characters have? What do they enjoy doing when they have free time?

Mrs. Temple: Painting. She’s a fantastic painter and every manor owned by the Temples has her paintings in them. In the private residence corridor of her manor in Caster, there’s a family tree made of up portraits she’s painted over the years. Her sunroom/studio is full of canvases and half-started watercolors with sketches tacked up onto the wall. It’s the one messy room of her’s. When her arthritis isn’t acting up, she does embroidery or cross-stitch

Jacob Temple: ‘Experiments’ as he calls them. Jacob’s got a narrow little laboratory hidden between two walls (the doors are behind paintings; can’t let the servants find it) that he uses for Guards’ elixirs. There’s one floor-to-ceiling window that’s perpetually open b/c his ‘experiments’ often reek. He also keeps his nose buried in chemical and physic publications when he’s lounging around in the library

Miss Ava: She does read chemical publications like Master Jacob, but less frequently and more of a ‘browsing’ than ‘committing to memorization’ like he does. She also reads the latest Courtly Conduct publications for the latest trends in carrying oneself in polite society (there’s been debates about the sizes of tea cups for the past year and one must be in-trend). Miss Ava is also in contact with the Guards as a spy and pens letters to her past charges to ask how they are (and then sends that information to the Guards in King’s City)

Ellie Temple: She doesn’t have a lot of hobbies for the first couple months due to her being trained into acting as the Lady the Temples say she is. Lots of her learning to speak without her farmgirl accent. Once she’s passable as a Noble, she’s given more freedom (still accompanied by Miss Ava). She likes to walk the Temple gardens and enjoy nature. She often likes to weed the flower beds and dangle her feet into the ponds. Eventually she gets to picking flowers and sticking them in vases all over the manor.

Anthony Chipson: He sneaks into pubs and taverns disguised as a farmer and listen to traveling storytellers, mostly to learn new jokes. Other times, if he’s not on Guard duty, he tries to make it to the nearest lake for sailing (his parents were big on sailing even though it caused their deaths and he only memories of them is on a sailboat having fun) if it’s a nice day, he’ll be there all day. Sunscreen isn’t a thing, so he just gets more and more freckles when he’s out. Even with a large straw farmer’s hat.

Michael Chipson: He does not share in his nephew’s love of sailing due to severe sea-sickness. Like, looking at the ocean gets his stomach rolling. Instead he stays firmly at home, away from the water, and does wood carving. The financial health of the Chipsons isn’t known to the public, but they’re Nobles in name only. The majority of the land has been sold off, and the Chipson Manor isn’t staffed with a team of servants. So Master Chipson does free hobbies. Like wood carving. The front stair railing of the manor is beautifully carved by hand. He’s always got a piece of wood he’s messing with a dagger

David Masonwell: Vincent’s master is technically not a Noble, but being Vincent’s tutor, he is treated as one. Aka if Vincent is invited to a ball, Master Masonwell is too. Master Masonwell is a renaissance man, studying astronomy, poetry, and swordsmanship. He’s got books on logical thinking and statistics. Vincent lives with him for months at a time when not in King’s City with his parents (and then one hobby is reminding Vincent to be polite to Ellie).

Vincent: His favorite hobby is avoiding people. He can tolerate Ellie if he can’t avoid her. The Caldwells, especially Duncan Caldwell, are to avoided at all costs. He was a huge reader of fantasy novels as a child, but as he got older, he took up archery (which was how the Guards recruited him) and would climb the kitchen roof to try and hit targets on top of the stables. He still likes to climb up there to avoid family drama. His preferred family members are the 3 scent hounds and if he’s out on the family grounds, they’re with him.

Duncan Caldwell: Riding horses. Like, he loves horses. He’s got journals of pedigrees and race times. His uncle, Lord Caldwell, breeds the best race horses in the Kingdom (or so he brags). And Duncan loves breaking in the young foals and training them, feeling the wind in his hair, the adrenaline of barreling to the horizon. He takes pride in being his uncle’s best rider. Duncan also claims to hate gossip but always knows the latest and greatest. He’s also a great dancer due to practicing his dancing when his cousin Beth practices playing the piano.

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Vintage victorian mens neck ties

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Writing Prompts 2.0

So I’m doing this again because my phone is broken and I’ve lost all the progress I’ve made on A Winchester (3). So send in a character and number and I’ll write a drabble.

1. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?” 2. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.” 3. “I’m not happy here.” 4. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.” 5. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.” 6. “You’re hiding something from me.” 7. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” 8. “I want my best friend back.” 9. “You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.” 10. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” 11. “A wedding?” 12. “I just want to be alone right now.” 13. “Don’t you dare to ever do that again!” 14. “Where would someone hide in a town like this?” 15. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!” 16. “I thought you were a dream come true.” 17. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 18. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.” 19. “I made a mistake.” 20. “H-How long have you been standing there?” 21. “You can’t break my heart like this!” 22. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.” 23. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” 24. “I’ve moved on.” 25. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.” 26. “Run, and don’t ever look back.” 27. “The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods.” 28. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” 29. “Please, don’t give up on me.” 30. “When are you going to realize that I don’t care?” 31. “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.” 32. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!” 33. “Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.” 34. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” 35. “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” 36. “i;m tired of being your secret.” 37. “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly it seems quite dangerous.” 38. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” 39. “Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.” 40.“Who gave you that black eye?!” 41. “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?” 42. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!” 43. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!” 44. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 45. “Are you drunk?” 46. “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes” 47. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” 48. “It’s OK baby, I’m here for you.” 49. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now. 50. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.” 51. “My parents asked about you.” 52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!” 53. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” 54. “Do you need me to get anything from the store?” 55. “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.” 56. “You’re hurting me, let me go.” 57. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.” 58. “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.” 59. “Don’t say you love me.” 60. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

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More than a Name

Ellie snuck into the stables, making sure no one in the great manor house saw her, and smeared oil onto Butter’s stall door hinges and lock. Last thing she needed was a stableboy hearing squeaks and come running to find some stranger in dark clothes stealing one of Lord Temple’s racehorses.

Even if it was really her own horse she was stealing.

Satisfied that the hinges wouldn’t squeak, Ellie eased the bolt back and winced at the click.

No one came. Not even Midnight looked over to see if inspecting the sound would result in a treat.

Perfect.

She babied the door open, an inch at a time. It was a rather heavy door, and Ellie decided that she hated it. And hated that her gloves couldn’t get a good grip on the oily bits. It was bloody awful. But patience now would pay off.

Butter got curious and looked out to see what she was doing.

Ellie offered her horse a grim smile and finally got the darned door open far enough to slip inside. And promptly said a word that she knew she shouldn’t say. “Damn.”

Mrs. Temple looked very out-of-place in her finery, and severely bothered. Her frown deepened with the curse word. “Young lady, you are in very grave trouble.”

Butter was right there, but Mrs. Temple would get partially trampled if Ellie just took her horse and ran

Damn, damn, damn. I need to go warn them!

So Ellie matched Mrs. Temple’s frown. “We’ll all be in bigger trouble if I don’t warn Master Jacob and the council.”

Mrs. Temple’s eyes flashed with frustration. “We’ve discussed this multiple times. You’re seeing things that aren’t there. He said he would mention it to the council-”

“Just to keep me from buggin’ him ‘bout it!”

“Accent!” Mrs. Temple’s volume remained quiet, but her voice sliced through Ellie. “No one else but you seems to think there’s going to be any upstarts at all, let alone tonight. Your Uncle Jacob might have found parts of a conspiracy, and you’re seeing connections that you want to be true.” Her tone softened. “Ellie, we’ve all thought that at one time or another, but others kept us from making a fool of ourselves.”

This isn’t that. I know what he told me, and told me because who’d believe some chicken-legged apprentice like me?

But she had to play along. Ellie opened her mouth slightly, like when Anthony tried to read his own writing. “You... really think so?”

“Yes,” stressed Mrs. Temple. “And I’ve hidden Butter’s saddle and tack. So you aren’t going anywhere. I’m trying to help you.” She batted a portion of hay out of her way with her cane. “Come on, back to the house.” Her silk dress trailed bit of hay with her as she gracefully exited the stall.

Ellie didn’t budge.

Mrs. Temple looked back at her and read her expression. “Eleanor. If I lose my patience, and I am very near loosing it, you will have consequences to answer for.”

Ellie couldn’t help herself. She hated ultimatums. It was how she was even in this situation to begin with. “Like what kind of consequences?”

Her nostrils flared spectacularly. “Eleanor Temple, come with me right now!” Mrs, Temple hadn’t had a child disobey her in decades, Ellie decided. And Ellie was obviously a child in Mrs. Temple’s eyes.

But Ellie had lots of practice of being disobeyed by a child and so she invoked Mattie’s favorite way of pissing her ofqf. “I’m not Eleanor Temple.”

Perhaps it was old age. Or that Mrs. Temple never quite found out what Ellie did before she was brought into the Guards. But she looked positively furious, knuckles white on her cane, as she whispered through her teeth, “yes, you are.”

“No, I’m also Ellie Matthews.” Ellie beamed at Mrs. Temple, since she was now out of the way of Butter. “Ellie Matthews the farmgirl. I don’t need a saddle or nothing to ride.”

“No, I’m not Mattie Matthews! I’m Madeline Matthews!”

And with that declaration, Ellie hauled herself up onto her horse and walloped Butter’s rump. Butter took off, and Ellie’s last glance behind her at Mrs. Temple was a thunderous expression.

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