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The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (2/7)

[(Anonymous)]

Chapter 2
In which Maria is forced to cut down on drinking (but help is on the way!)

*

Eleanor rushed down the stairs, the banging at the door relentless. She yanked the door open and glared at the two boys awaiting at the front steps, unrepentant, both of their skins adorned with an excited flush. The boys had opted to take their hats off in advance, having correctly assumed it would be Eleanor who would greet them.

"Have you gone mad? You know my grandmother needs peace and quiet," which Desmond and Clayton are decidedly not, she thought to herself in passing. "Yet here you are, causing such a ruckus!"

"Yes!" Desmond answered brightly. "And we know you and your cousin are left alone in the house to tend to her health." Before the boy could aggravate Eleanor further, Clayton stepped forward and nudged Desmond to keep quiet.

"We are come to see Lucy. May we come in?"

Eleanor sniffed, and deeming Clayton respectable enough, stepped aside, but not before shooting Desmond a pointed glare.

Both boys gave their hats a good shake, finely dusted with the first comings of snow, and hurried in.

"Lucy is - " Eleanor started but the boys were already running up the stairs, leaving the startled girl behind.

*

Lucy placed a bundle of ice wrapped in cloth on top of Maria's right ankle, taking great care not to disturb the sleeping woman.

Her uncle had left for business a week earlier, and her aunt had opted to visit an old friend - a few days worth of travel from home by carriage - citing the timing to be as good as any, for what good was a wife alone in the house without her husband? Thanks to the chilly weather, there were no guests to entertain and according to her aunt, both Lucy and Eleanor would be busy with daily activities well suited to young ladies. (Lucy had barely started her lessons in French and etiquette, and already deemed the whole business a damn waste of an afternoon, as Desmond would say.)

Maria had been pleased at the idea, even sending most of the servants away, leaving only a cook and one maid to tend to the smaller chores. Even the footman had gotten a well deserved holiday, which meant that Lucy had been able to sneak out of the house whenever she pleased. Since then, she'd met up with Desmond and Clayton daily.

That was, until two nights ago. Maria had come back from wherever she'd disappeared to for the day - Eleanor and Lucy weren't privy to her affairs, but the old woman was merry and smelt of strong spirits whenever she came back, sometimes even singing a shanty that brought color to the cheeks of any who dared to listen - and had rather foolishly tried to conquer the stairs. It had not ended well for Maria, who'd sprained her ankle and found herself bed-bound. It was even more disastrous to Lucy, who'd tearily informed her companions she'd be tending to her grandmother and wouldn't be able to train for the upcoming snowball tournament against a local gang that, incidentally, were known for being the reigning champions for two winters in a row.

Unbeknownst to her, her companions had decided that if Lucy wouldn't come to them, they would go to her.

Lucy was jostled from her despairing thoughts, as Desmond and Clayton barged in without so much as a knock, startling her poor grandmother awake.

"You whiffle-whaffles," Lucy hissed, suddenly anxious at how her grandmother would react, "away with you!"

Maria looked around, disoriented, before her gaze landed on the intruders. She saw Lucy hunch in on herself, the girl seemingly embarrassed by the situation. Giving a great yawn, Maria attempted to sit up straighter. Lucy hurried to help her by letting Maria lean on her, while re-arranging the pillows to better support the old woman's back.

Maria suppressed a chuckle. "Well, this is a surprise."

One of the boys had a big nose and a darker tint to his skin. Maria dipped her chin in his direction while addressing Lucy. "I suppose that one is Desmond." It wasn't a question so much as a demand for introductions.

Lucy hemmed and hawed, but upon noticing her grandmother's impatient stare, finally nodded in confirmation. "Grandmother, this is Desmond Miles." No further information seemed to be forthcoming, and Maria sighed internally.

The other boy had piercing, sad-looking eyes, although his appearance belied no melancholy. "And that one, I suppose is Clayton."

"...This is Clayton Kaczmarek."

Another pause.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Maria turned towards Clayton. "Polish?"

"Yes, ma'am, through my father's side."

Maria hummed in contemplation. "So you two are the rascals who have gotten my Lucy mixed up with mischief and mayhem?" Both boys looked guilty and tried to come up with something to say, to no avail. After a tense moment, Maria waved one of her hands dismissively and finally gave in to her good humor, chuckling. "Do not fret. I rather think a bit of excitement suits Lucy just fine. Keep up the good work."

This seemed to please Desmond greatly, and he grinned. Even Clayton felt the corners of his mouth twitch.

"Well, boys. Do you think you are up to more mischief? I think Lucy has been cooped up inside long enough with only myself and her cousin for company. You young ones have so much energy, the world must seem dreadfully still if you are left to govern sickly old crones." She pointed a knowing look at Lucy, who blushed, but Maria kept smiling. "I might have a task that needs an extra pair of hands, or three."

All three children looked at her in awe, a familiar glint in their eyes - the promise of an adventure. Maria beckoned the children closer.
"I need you to deliver something for me."

*

Eleanor had ended up tagging along, not trusting her grandmother's judgement to leave her cousin in the two boys' care.

Maria had given Lucy and her two companions directions to a shadowy street, the tavern almost hidden from any passersby if it weren't for the faded sign with a faded image of what seemed to be a turkey that - Desmond had noted with much hilarity - seemed to be wearing a most peculiar garment on its head. ("No wonder your grandmother comes back home looking as gay as you say! I would too, if I had to say hello to that!")

The place was mostly empty, save for a few guests who seemed to have nothing in common with each other or the place they were visiting. One man looked like he belonged in a giant mansion - with so fine clothes, no gentleman's club would dare deny him entry - while another looked like he hadn't washed for days; yet the two were nursing beers together in quiet harmony. A lone woman leaning against the counter gave the new visitors a cursory glance but then turned away, downing an entire mug before leaving a few coins for the barkeep, then stalked away.

Desmond led the way towards the barkeep and took in the many scars that littered the man's face with open fascination. Clayton nudged him in the ribs with a painful jab before he addressed the man with a package and a letter. "Maria sent us."

"Ah, yes. I heard the old woman had a bit of a tumble. What, did she fight against a horde of burglars?"

Desmond barked out a laugh while Lucy blushed to the tips of her ears, but it was Eleanor who felt incensed to answer him. "It was your foul drink that made her forget her steps!"

The man didn't seem to care about the accusation. "You must be Eleanor." And then he said no more as he poured over the contents of the letter. Satisfied with what he had read, he tucked it away along with the unopened package.

"What is it?" Desmond inquired, unable to conceal his mounting curiosity.

"Never you mind. Here, take this to Maria."

*

To say the children were disappointed by the bottle of brandy was an understatement.

Maria cackled as she pulled out the cork, "You think this an ordinary bottle, but let me give you a secret: every bottle has a different message." The children perked up at this, trying to get a better look at the bottle now half-hidden by Maria's fingers. Then she tapped one of her fingernails at the label and gave her small audience a conspiratory wink. "This bottle is from a vineyard in the South. It means my package will be delivered there."

Both Desmond and Clayton seemed to understand then, that they were not in the presence of a mere old bat.

"Now then, as for your reward. Hmm... Yes. I think I will tell you about one of my earliest adventures."

The girls turned giddy, but the boys failed to understand what could cause such a reaction.

Lucy settled herself at the foot of the bed, while Eleanor motioned for the boys to bring up chairs from the back of the room, taking the seat closest to her grandmother's side. "Does it have Connor in it?" Eleanor's excitement was a rare thing to witness, and the boys looked at each other, shrugged, deciding they had nowhere else they had to be.

Maria chuckled and brought the bottle to her lips again. "It might."

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Notes:
- a whiffle-whaffle is a person who wastes time being unproductive - I'm unclear on the specifics of exactly when this would have been at its peak popularity and how widely used it was, but shhh, just go with it. A young child would probably find it amusing to repeat whiffle-whaffle in rapid succession until it became a permanent part of their daily vernacular.

The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (3/7)

[(Anonymous)]

Chapter 3
In which Maria almost dedicates her time to bible study

*

Maria was not having a very good day. It was sunny, the greenery outside was lush and she was stuck inside a stuffy Church. Well, maybe not that stuffy since it had been built only recently.
As soon as Father Timothy turned his back on her to rifle through his belongings in search of a quill and some paper, Maria let her head tip backwards, shoulders slumped. At the behest of her mother, she now stood in danger of spending a beautiful sunny afternoon in the clutches of studying the good book. She already knew how to write and read, and the story in the Bible, what little she had already read, made no sense. Worse than that, it was boring and having to look at the beautiful scenery through the windows was going to drive her insane.

"Psst!"

Maria looked around her, befuddled, unable to locate the source of the sound; then she looked at Father Timothy, trying to see if he had heard the strange sound as well. It seemed he had not.

"Maria," the voice hissed again, "over here!"

She turned to look at the back of the church and there, just behind the last row, she could see two heads poking out, small hands waving at her. Father Timothy coughed and Maria's head snapped back into place. "Did you hear something?" He asked, and Maria shook her head.

"Well, in any case, I seem to have misplaced my bible somewhere. I could have sworn I just had it with me... Would you excuse me, dear? This won't take too long - I will be back before you know it."

Maria watched him leave through the open doorway and made a beeline towards the spot where the two children had been waving at her from, only to find it empty. Someone tapped her on the back, and she whirled around, greeted by the smiling faces of Terry's and Godfrey's two boys, one of them holding a well-worn bible in their hands.

"We are here to rescue you!"

Maria smirked, instantly deducing why she was being offered this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"In exchange for...?"

"Oliver and Corinne are the new proud owners of a soda apparatus!"

Now, this interested Maria as well. She took a moment to contemplate how soundly her mother would box her on the ears once she found out her daughter had skipped out on what her mother had deemed a most important task, do not roll your eyes at me, but it seemed a less daunting fate than the one she was currently facing if she chose to remain where she was.

"We would very much like a taste."

Maria's mind was set. "As would I."

All three grinned at each other before making a mad dash outside.

*

The apparatus looked strange, but inside it held liquid treasure, untasted. Maria had an inkling Oliver and Corinne would let them gladly have a free glass or two if they only asked, but where was the fun in that? Currently the invention was sitting outside in the inn's yard, on display on a table, perhaps to garner new passing customers with the help of its strange but alluring design.

"How do you think it works?"

Maria shook her head in wonder. "I do not know. I think we need a closer look."

They crept closer on silent feet, crouched low, darting quick looks at the inn's exits every now and then to see if someone would come and interrupt them.

Something spiky hit Maria's back and she let out a shriek. The thing rolled to her feet and she picked it up with haste, frowning when she found her fingers were clutching at a... a pinecone?

"Connor!" The boys yelled in greeting. Maria whipped her head up and spotted Connor above her, balanced on one of the branches of the tallest tree, towering over the yard.

"Make more noises like that, and Oliver and Corinne will soon join your company," Conner offered, amused but not quite laughing. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," one of the boys insisted.

"Absolutely nothing," the other agreed.

Maria sighed and was about to agree - her pride a little sore for having been startled - but then thought better of it. That their tinkering and meddling with the strange machine might cause un-fixable damage was a horrible idea, not to be borne.

"Say, Connor," she began, "you saw the blueprints for the soda apparatus? You saw it crafted? It was yours before you gave it away, right?"

Connor nodded.

"Any chance you might tell us how it works?"

*

The boys jumped up and down as Maria handed them a cup to share from. Each quieted down, as one took a sip and then the other, before passing it back to Maria.

The liquid left a strange, sizzling sensation on her tongue and she pushed it out, unused to the tingle. She smacked her lips carefully, taking in the taste.

All three looked at each other then, before they erupted into smiles, trying to stifle their giggling.

*

It was a similarly bright day some weeks later, when the trio decided to wander into a clearing just outside the Homestead. Maria bought one bottle of soda from Corinne and tucked it safely inside the small bag she was carrying, in anticipation of when the day's heat would catch up with them. When such a time came, she was sure the taste of the soda would suit them the best.

One of the passing visitors had claimed to have seen a most peculiar sight. Connor was absent from the Homestead and it was their duty to glean the truth from what the visitor had thought he had seen.

They passed Prudence and waved at her, stopping to admire some of the flowers she was carrying; learning a bit about their names and uses before Prudence continued on her way.

"Careful now," Maria whispered as they slipped between some trees and bushes, clutching at a dagger she had borrowed from Myriam, "there are wolves here and we do not want to be seen or heard."

The trees offered them shelter from heat and Maria felt a sense of relief under their protection, her damp skin finally cooling down. The forest grew denser until light rippled in small spots, casting their light here and there. Suddenly the boys stopped, puzzled.

Maria waited for them to do something, but neither made to move or talk. "What is it?"

The boys looked at each other before they looked at her. "Can you not hear that?"

She shook her head and watched as the boys shivered. The boys took each other by the hand before the other grasped hers; then they started walking again, towards something Maria could not see.

There, behind more trees, a small stream of water trickled down from mossy rocks into a pool, just big enough for one person to dip in, the water so clear you could make out the tiny pebbles at the bottom of it. Upon sighting it, the boys stopped suddenly and Maria felt her hand being tugged until they were all crouching behind a thick tree.

"Why are we hiding?" She asked but the boys immediately shushed her. Their eyes were transfixed on something in the pool of water, but for all Maria was looking - up and down, left and right - she could not understand what it was they saw. When the boys said nothing, Maria became impatient and pulled her hand free, marching towards the water. The boys cried out in dismay but whatever spell they had been under was broken.

"It is gone," one of them sighed.

Even upon closer inspection, there seemed to be nothing in the water and Maria frowned. "What is gone?"

"A nymph! I am sure of it!"

Maria sniggered, before her amusement gave way to laughter. The boys looked dismayed and red from embarrasment. "We are not making it up!"

"Oh, I do not doubt you saw what your minds conjured up," she managed, before another bout of laughter took hold of her, only to be met with pouty faces. Once her condition subsided, she reached inside her bag and took out her bottle of soda, offering it as a token of good will in hopes that the boys would forget about their new grudge against her.

*

They made their way back, their little adventure not a complete waste; at least it would prove an amusing story to tell later, and Maria had discovered a new hiding place she could safely take a bath in without being interrupted. She would gladly bathe in seawater, were it not for her mother who insisted she did not do so, on account of the crew of Connor's ship and any passing villagers. Fortuitous, then, that this small pool of water was within a walking distance.

She was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice a lone wolf stalking their way, and it was not until the boys started frantically pulling at her arms that she understood what was wrong.

Quickly, she pushed the boys behind her back and with trembling hands took out her knife. The mutt growled at them and Maria felt her knees go weak, struck with cold fear and trying hard not to panic.

"Connor!" She yelled out and the boys joined her in chorus. She knew help was not coming, but she could not help herself.

The wolf lunged at them and Maria slashed her knife at it frantically, but it seemed the wolf's hide was too thick and it seemed to do very little damage, if any. It almost knocked her down and she kicked at it when its teeth came too close; with a yelp, the wolf fell back but readied itself for another attack.

She screamed at the boys to leave her, but either they would not budge or they were too scared to. Maria let out a frustrated growl of her own to match the wolf's, and widened her stance, trying to make herself look bigger to keep the wolf's eyes trained on her.

And just as suddenly, it was over, and Maria thought at first her eyes must have been playing tricks on her. God in heaven, for Connor was there! Using that strange blade of his and thrusting it into the wolf's neck in one fluid motion.

*

"And then what happened?" Desmond asked in awe. "What became of the wolf? Were you hurt? Was the nymph real? You can't stop there!"

"That," Maria quipped, taking another swig, "is where you are wrong. I fear my medicine has made me tired."

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Some medicine..."

Maria's smile widened at her granddaughter's familiar mannerisms and she patted the girl's cheek. "I will tell you more and another story tomorrow. Now, I rest." And then she did just that, as Eleanor hurried to catch the empty bottle.

"Is she always this...?" Clayton began, unsure of how to best approach the subject without offending anyone. Lucy and Eleanor answered him in unison with a simple yes and that was to be the end of the discussion.

Desmond seemed to be a little lost in thought as he moved to put the chairs back in their places. "Who is this Connor fellow she kept mentioning?"

"The more you learn, the less you will understand. Lucy and I have yet to discover the full extent of his story after hearing about him for years."

All four pondering this unsolved mystery, the children made their way downstairs, leaving the sleeping woman to her dreams of the Homestead of bygone years.

Re: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (3/7)

[(Anonymous)]

Maria is best grandmother! Best stories! And so brave as a kidlet to defend the others. I really love how you've mirrored Maria and her boys in Lucy with Desmond and Clay. It's all so sweet and wholesome.

Also love the Assassin Turkey.