Have you missed Wednesday’s episode of Teagan’s serial.. Copper, The Alchemist and The Woman in Trousers… then don’t worry you can catch up here… this week the trio are concerned that the apes on the river will find them but are distracted by Cornelis’s wanderings and a fabulous nature event.
Welcome back to Hidebound Hump Day, everyone. I’m happy to see you.
In this chapter I give you a couple of hints for something that will be revealed in the near future. So I hope you’ll remember later in the journey of this #steampunk train.
Previously with Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers
Chapter 16. Ignatius, who volunteered to draw the group of villains away so our heroes could escape, made sure those following fiends could see the direction he headed. Frighteningly, they still stopped very close the trio’s hiding spot. Felicity heard a woman commanding the group of villains, and the voice was familiar to her! Although she couldn’t remember to whom it belonged. Does this clear Ignatius Belle? Since three separate groups pursue our heroes, it’s hard to say. There’s no telling who might be involved.
Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers
17 — Crinoline, Lye Soap, Caterpillar
For a tense moment, I thought the hydrofoil would tip over when the very large chimpanzee bounded onto it. If the craft sunk, the villains on it would be forced ashore with us. Then we would surely be sunk too.
Any doubts I’d had as to whether or not the commanding voice belonged to a woman dispersed. The person who seemed to be in charge of the group stood abruptly as the big chimp ran toward the vessel. When the chimpanzee’s landing threatened to overturn the craft, my mystery person made a series of sudden movements to regain balance. A white crinoline was exposed. It was certainly a woman.
“Cornelis!” I hissed to get the alchemist’s attention.
Belatedly I realized he was doing something I shouldn’t try to interrupt. His form shivered, wavered, and became translucent. He was in two places at once. I could see Cornelis, his posture, and if he faced me, his facial expressions. However, I could not see what he beheld. He gave me a vacant look, but he nodded to let me know he was paying attention.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. Do go ahead,” I told him, as I was sure he was checking on Ignatius Belle and our adversaries who followed the innkeeper on that hydrofoil.
While trying to gather my scattered patience I gazed absently into the heights of a tree that sheltered us. Sunbeams filtered through the branches in a lazy way. Copper followed my gaze.
“What’s that,” she asked, pointing at something amid the limbs.
It took me a moment to see what her keen eyes spotted.
“Ah. Those are cocoons. If the birds don’t eat them, one day they will be butterflies,” I explained.
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