Authors: Catherine Gilbert Murdock
The Imperial Encyclopedia of LaxYour useless grandmother,
Ben
8
TH EDITION
Printed in the Capital City of Rigorus
by Hazelnut & Filbert, Publishers to the Crown
ELEMENTAL SPELLS
Chemistry, meteorology, mineralogy, hydraulics: these and myriad other natural and applied sciences grew from mankind's understandable curiosity about the four natural elements. This same impulse, unfortunately, has also led to distasteful shortcuts and outright chicanery. Into this latter class fall the Elemental Spells. First cataloged by itinerant storytellers during the reign of Gustav I, this alleged magic purportedly gives its wielder the ability to create elements supernaturally via the spells of Elemental Fire, Elemental Water, Elemental Earth, and Elemental Air. The Kingdom of Montagne, sullied for many generations by association with witchcraft, was the initial locus of this myth, though similar tales emerged in other corners of the empire; raconteurs in the Sultanate of Ahmb describe a flaming-haired demoness who draws water from the sky, an understandable illusion for that arid country. In the last century two separate and respected imperial committees devoted to the eradication of fantastical thought proved the impossibility of the Elemental Spells, which subsequently faded from popular consciousness and today serve as little more than an amusing anecdote, when they are remembered at all.
Never in my life have I been so insulted—it is a travesty that the emperor has ruled for nigh on three decades with such unmitigated incompetence!
Today he had the audacity to assert that Farina
impoverish
itself—simply to satisfy his latest imbecilic whim!
I should expel him at once—
and
cancel Roger's engagement to that cheap little tart, after the spectacle she made of herself last night—but Montagne is almost in my grasp!
Therefore—it pains me beyond measure to scribe these words—I have made a
concession.
I must pay a penny to earn a pound, for the wealth of Montagne will soon be ours—
if
the emperor acquits himself properly.
I have no faith in the man—or should I say the
showman
—but he has proved to be as pathetically malleable as every other disaster of virility inflicted upon this suffering earth—I must not consider my hardship
too
severe, as I have once again applied another's weakness to Farina's advantage!
I believe I shall enjoy tonight's performance very much indeed.
FELIS EL GATO
Impresario Extraordinaire ♦ Soldier of Fortune
Mercenary of Stage & Empire
LORD OF THE LEGENDARY
FIST OF GOD
Famed Throughout the Courts and Countries of the World
&
The Great Sultanate
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THE BOOTED MAESTRO
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RITTEN IN
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A Most Marvelous Entertainment,
Not to Be Missed!
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TO THIS DAY I consider "The Demon Vanquished" one of the crowning moments—if not the absolute pinnacle—of Circus Primus, and upon closing my eyes can still recall every step and stroke of that superlative act. Such dramatic narrative! Such dazzling swordsmanship! Such romance! Such pathos as the demon descended, arms akimbo, in the throes of death! Most remarkably, this extraordinary spectacle was created in only a few short hours. While dueling (of which I had no small experience, to be sure) and acrobatics both held a long and honored role within the circus, it was the recent acquisition of the Globe d'Or that permitted the most brilliant combination of these two arts; on this momentous evening the elements, graced with
Wisdom,
fused at last.
To best capture my genius, I shall describe the scene through the eyes of an awestruck spectator.
The stage opened with Princess Wisdom—outfitted most beguilingly in a gown of white—arranged motionless on a bier. Guarding her was a frightful, red-caped demon who frolicked menacingly about his prisoner. In a burst of exultant music, a winged angel entered stage left and with gleaming sword confronted the fiend, who drew his own black blade in response. With a clang of steel, the foes clashed: lunge, feint, riposte, transfer, coup! Footwork, bladework, as only a master swordsman such as myself could manage. And then the demon took flight—pursued by his virtuous opponent! As they fought midair, the gasps of the audience revealed that every viewer saw too well the peril inherent in this battle. One wide stroke could slice a wire and send either performer smashing to his death; thus was every eye doubly captivated. No,
trebly
captivated; I cannot but acknowledge the contributions of Her Highness, for even recumbent and immobile, the princess held the stage.
Finally the angel with mighty blow slew the demon, who floated down, expired. The angel descended as well and with great passion studied the immobile princess, tenderly (though this gesture was most definitely
not
in the script) brushing a hair from her forehead, his face close to hers. Instantly the princess awoke. Rising to her feet, her hands never leaving the angel's, she began to dance. He joined her, and so passionate was their pas de deux that the two rose bodily into the heavens, until they were not dancing but flying, the princess's skirts trailing like a gossamer chorus.
I had seen enough of their hasty practice to believe Wisdom's innate grace and fearlessness would disguise her dearth of training, and once again my extraordinary perception proved true; her blazing passion heightened further and further still the power of that airborne waltz. When the two ultimately returned to the stage, the princess curtsying most gracefully to His Majesty, the applause that greeted their finale was louder and more sustained than any I in my long life had ever heard. What a contrast this moment served to the chaos immediately following.
A P
LAY IN
T
HREE
A
CTS
PENNED BY ANONYMOUS
Act I, Scene viii.
Circus Primus, with full audience.
Wisdom is posed asleep on the circus stage, guarded by a demon.
Enter Rüdiger IV, Benevolence and Fortitude,
and Wilhelmina and Roger with retinue.
BENEVOLENCE
[
to
Fortitude
]: Observe the princess immobile. Let us pray she remains so.
FORTITUDE
[
aside
]: How can Princess Wisdom be so lovely and yet so foreboding?
WILHELMINA
[
to
Rüdiger]:
You will not forget our pact, Your Majesty.
RÜDIGER
[
to
Wilhelmina]:
I could not, Your Most Noble Grace ... Let the performance begin!
An angel battles the demon onstage and midair.
ROGER
: O! Wisdom! I would defend you if I could!
RÜDIGER
: The demon is vanquished! A brilliant performance; I am so proud ... And yet with a touch they leave the script. I am not so pleased with that part.
Wisdom and the angel dance together onstage and midair.
BENEVOLENCE
[
aside
]: Caution, Granddaughter, caution! The passion you display may yet destroy you.
WILHELMINA
[
to
Roger]:
With her every touch, the princess cuckolds you. This is not performance but burlesque, and a mockery of this duchy and your rule.
Wisdom and the angel land, then bow to Rüdiger.
WILHELMINA
[
to
Roger]:
We strike while the iron is hot ere the iron flees us. Observe my handiwork, Son.
RÜDIGER
: As emperor of this great land, I have many duties, none of which pleases me so much—excepting of course this marvelous circus!—as officiating at the union of man and wife. Therefore, without further ado, I announce that Duke Roger and Princess Wisdom will wed tomorrow.
WISDOM
[
aside
]: So soon! Horrors! My heart shall break!
FORTITUDE
: O! Angel! I know your face!
WISDOM
: Speak not with such familiarity to my true love—my angel, Tips!
TIPS
: Is it—my eyes deceive me—it is my first and oldest friend. Trudy!
FORTITUDE
: Tips, I have found you at last—in the arms of another!
Fortitude faints. Wisdom faints.
ROGER
: My darling princess! Now I may race to your rescue!
TIPS
: My first love, and my true love, both fallen ... What awful grief have I brought upon us all? O woe!
WILHELMINA
[
to
Rüdiger]:
You bind that harlot to my son by dusk tomorrow, or all of hell will suffer for it.
In Other Words:
ALL IS LOST!
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TH EDITION
Printed in the Capital City of Rigorus
by Hazelnut & Filbert, Publishers to the Crown
WILHELMINA
THE ILL-TEMPERED
(CONTINUED)
That Wilhelmina considered the marriage of Roger to Wisdom of paramount importance may be seen in the concession she secretly granted the emperor: the elimination of Farina's tolls on imperial mail riders. (That she preserved the tolls for all other traffic illustrates her negotiating prowess.) The coupling of the duchy to Montagne constituted the cornerstone of her grand plan to elevate Farina to regal status, that her family might then make claim to the imperial throne. Nor was Rüdiger IV—an elderly campaigner by this juncture, and perhaps too concerned with Circus Primus—in any position to confront Wilhelmina's ambition. Farina's contributions to the imperial purse could not easily be disregarded, and the duchy controlled the very crossroads of the empire. Were Wilhelmina to close its borders, imperial trade would halt outright. The emperor therefore acceded to Wilhelmina's demand and commanded that the nuptials take place immediately; his act of officiation—a great honor, and irrevocable—would lock Montagne to Farina forever...
My Dearest Temperance, Queen of Montagne,
Granddaughter, life here passes from bad to worse—or I should say from
worse
to
perfectly dreadful!
The circus performance—how long ago it seems, yet not an hour has passed!—was brilliant, I must grant it. Your sister, despite spending much of the act prostrate, had full command of the stage and performed with grace and great dignity, all things considered—truly I should be overjoyed...
Were I not
distraught.
For poor Dizzy had not a moment to rejoice in her success before the emperor announced that she and Roger are to wed—
tomorrow!
You should have seen Wilhelmina—the woman looked as smug as Escoffier with two mice—she has orchestrated this! I cannot imagine what she promised Rüdiger in return for his cooperation, but the emperor stated that he himself will lead the ceremony! So much for the fortnight of balls and the grand procession that she has always demanded ... Instead the wedding now suggests a sword-point elopement. Dizzy, on hearing the emperor's words, promptly
fainted,
which I suspect was only a ruse, though Roger received much approval from the crowd for carrying her from the stage in his arms.
Yet—I dread writing these words, though you and I have certainly discussed this situation, and indeed predicted it—your sister has no longer an ember of interest in the duke! To be sure, their bond has always baffled us; while the duke managed to convey enthusiasm for the girl as well as the title, Dizzy seemed most interested in the adventure Roger promised—a rather flimsy hook on which to hang one's heart, particularly given that Roger stands closer to stolid than stirring. Well, Dizzy has now come to this truth. She has fallen utterly in love with the acrobat with whom she performed—the young man who flew her through the circus heavens last night! And he regards her with the same burning fire! 'Tis no surprise that Wilhelmina insists on an immediate wedding, for she—rightly, no doubt—fears her quarry will soon flee.
Making matters worse still—for why burn house alone when stable can blaze too?—poor Trudy is absolutely overcome. She also fainted at the circus, and as we returned to our suite grew near hysterical with grief. While I in no way claim to understand completely what has transpired—you may be certain my mind is occupied with other matters!—I did manage to deduce that the acrobat who delivered Dizzy to our feet was none other than her childhood friend found at last. Given that no one could miss the devotion he expressed for the princess, Trudy feels justifiably spurned. To see one's love appear on angel's wings admiring another ... That would be pain indeed. To his credit, the young man did attempt to speak to her but was drawn away by his master, the Booted Maestro, costumed quite appropriately as a demon.