TWO: Serious, Serious, Serious
They were bundled into a carriage that stood waiting on the edge of the square. The door was slammed shut and bolted, and a moment later they were rattling and jolting over the cobbled streets.
Mistress sat on the padded leather seat and began to cry. The Raven sat on the floor with her head on one side. ‘If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.’ She smiled. ‘Sa, Mistress? You know, Mistress – Mistress? How did he get us here without anyone noticing? I mean, men with knives–they’re different, aren’t they? Remark-upon-able. Aren’t they?’
‘Oh be quiet, just be quiet.’ Mistress scrubbed at her face, then held out her hand, sniffing. ‘Where’s my handkerchief?’
The Raven hitched up her poncho and opened the pouch at her belt, found a handkerchief and passed it over. Mistress dabbed at her eyes. Her powder was smudged across her cheeks. The Raven sighed. ‘Mistress?’
‘What?’
‘Your face is spoiled.’
‘What?’ A tear dripped off the end of Mistress’ nose and fell onto her dress.
‘Your face, Mistress.’
‘What about my face?’
‘Erm… smudged. Powder. You know?’ The Raven pressed her fingers against her cheeks.
Mistress scrunched the handkerchief into a furious ball and threw it at the opposite wall. The carriage jolted and she grabbed at the seat to save herself. ‘It doesn’t matter!’ she almost screamed.
‘A lady is never out in public without her face properly applied,’ the Raven said serenely. ‘Along with a never ending supply of pocket handkerchiefs, largesse for the masses, tips for the cab driver and a bootlace. That’s what your mother always says, Mistress, and if she were here–’
‘She isn’t here, Raven!’ Mistress began sobbing in earnest. ‘Mama isn’t here and Papa isn’t here and Sine isn’t here, and Siarl’s dead and–and–’
‘And you’ve been kidnapped by a madman who drives like a lunatic,’ the Raven said softly. ‘It’s all right. It happened to me once, on a day just like this…’ Mistress rubbed her eyes and seeing this, the Raven opened her pouch again. ‘… in a carriage just like this, and at first it was truly awful, but it didn’t matter because it was just a dream – this is all a dream, you know–’ She handed Mistress a clean handkerchief. ‘So I thought to myself: Why so serious?’
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