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Lady Alberta and the Wedding Saboteur (Part 2)

by Plume


Alberta blanched as she entered Halifax’s chambers. What she assumed would have been a mostly tidy space was absolutely ransacked. Sets of apprentice robes lay crumpled on floors and tables; leaves of paper littered the ground; and for some reason, a mossy throw rug was stuck to the ceiling.

Nova’s mouth dropped open as well. “Did the thief do this?”

Halifax, who had entered last, took in the mess for only a moment before leaping into action. “Oh, no, this was—it’s not normally like this,” they explained, frantically brushing pens and empty potion bottles off their desk and into a cupboard. “This was my mess. Not my usual mess!” they clarified, muttering a quick incantation under their breath that sent their robes flying to the closet. “It was… I was searching for the rings. And forgot to tidy. I’m so sorry,” they said, chasing the last of the dust away. “Truly, Alberta, you have my apologies,” Halifax finished, out of breath and leaning against the nightstand, their projected casual air a cover for how bothered they truly were.

Alberta stared them down. “Detective Alberta,” she corrected coolly.

“Oh. Right. Yes. Of course, I’m so sorry,” Halifax blustered. “Please accept my apol—ow.” At that moment, the rug had decided to come unstuck from the ceiling and fell onto Halifax’s shoulder.

Alberta hmphed, unimpressed. “So where were the rings?”

“Right—right here.” Halifax stumbled their way over to point at their top desk drawer, straightening their glasses as they went.

“Hmm.” Alberta said, leaning in to look at the drawer. She opened it and closed it twice, examining it from all angles. Continuing to hum, she walked all around the room, looking closely at every part.

“They aren’t here,” she proclaimed when finished.

Halifax eyes widened, impressed. “How do you know that? Have you found a clue?”

“Hm? Just a hunch.”

Their face fell. “A hunch?”

Alberta nodded, grinning. “I felt it in my gut as I walked in. Do you ever get those feelings? Where you just know something isn’t true. I’ve always said mine are especially reliable.”

Halifax glanced at her dubiously. “Are you sure you have the credentials for this?”

Alberta scoffed. “Of course I do,” she said, as Nova mouthed no emphatically behind her. “Well, since this was a bust, I suggest we ask around the hallway. See if anyone noticed someone entering your room who wasn’t you.”

“I— fine,” Halifax said. “I suppose.”

“Isn’t the library close by?” Nova said.

“Just down the hall,” Halifax offered. “Why?”

“The librarian—you know, the Marquis de Calgary—is usually quite attuned to the comings and goings. Perhaps we should go ask him!”

Alberta snapped her fingers. “Brilliant idea, Nova! Especially since I’ve got some holds coming in. Tap two trees with one spigot, eh?” She elbowed her companions before taking off once more, Halifax and Nova doing their best to keep up with her.

As was the case with many other rooms around the palace, the library resembled nothing of the grand building’s stony walls and dusty candelabras. Instead, a vaulted ceiling guarded the many large, varnished bookshelves that lined the room. Small yet intricate chandeliers hung from intentional points throughout the room, emitting just enough glow to see the near vicinity. Most of the room’s light came from the giant, many-paned windows higher up on the walls; in all, it looked somewhat like a cathedral, but one that worshiped learning instead of virtue.

“Hello!” Alberta called out, her voice echoing in the large chamber. “Calgary! Are you there?”

“Up here!” a reedy voice called from within the stacks. The group wandered the maze of shelves until they finally caught sight of him, perched at the highest rung of a bookshelf ladder precariously shelving a tall stack of books. He glanced down, peering over his glasses. “I’ll be with you in a moment!”

The Marquis de Calgary gave the perpetual air of a very large moth. His feathery powdered wig had thick brown sausage curls, which, when pulled up, looked like antennae, and his skin was the pale rosy beige of porridge. He constantly dressed in shimmery bread-colored brocades, and the pince-nez that perched on his long nose gave his inquisitive eyes a bug-like quality. It didn’t help that he was usually found surrounded by dust and shelving books many feet off the ground.

After he had finished sliding the last book into place, he slid down the ladder with remarkable ease. “Hail, Lady Alberta! And greetings, Miss Scotia and Apprentice Halifax. How goes it?”

“It goes only so-so today, my dear Calgary,” Alberta replied.

“Oh dear,” he said. “That’s not good. What seems to be the problem? Not a lost library book, I hope.”

“Not exactly,” Nova said. “We’re searching for something of Halifax’s, and Alberta suspects someone might have taken it. We wondered if perhaps you saw anyone suspicious in this area at around midday.”

“Anyone suspicious, you say?” The Marquis pondered. “Normally people-watching is one of my favorite activities, but I’m afraid to say I didn’t do much of it today. Too preoccupied with thoughts of the wedding, you know.”

Halifax drooped, dejected.

“Now that you mention it, though, I do remember seeing Sir Province around here. He seemed to be in quite the rush. Last minute wedding adjustments, I’d expect.”

The group murmured. “We ran into him as well,” Alberta said. “He did appear quite stressed.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help,” the Marquis said. “Is there anything else I can do? I’ll be here for a few more hours, but then I’m supposed to retrieve the official Marriage Treatise from the archives.”

“I did get your carrier goose that I’ve two new books to pick up,” Alberta said. “Do you still have them?”

“Ah yes!” The Marquis leapt up from leaning against the ladder. “Right this way…”

Minutes later, the Marquis was stamping out two battered tomes under Alberta's name.

“Again, if there’s anything else I can do, let me know,” he said, handing the books to Alberta. “I could keep an eye out, if you let me know what you’re looking for.”

“That’s alright,” Halifax mumbled. “Thanks anyway.”

The Marquis smiled ruefully. “You are quite welcome.” Turning to Lady Alberta, he continued, “I do hope you enjoy your books.”

She grinned. “I know I will.”

“You know, if you’re interested, I have quite the number of detective stories in my library here. Saskatchewan Holmes, Miss Manitoba, Niagara Drew…” For each example, he ticked off one finger.

Alberta sighed. “Can stories ever compete with lived experiences, Calgary?”

The Marquis inclined his head in acknowledgement. “I suppose not. Though, I did read this one spectacular enchanted manuscript that was…”

“Thanks-for-your-help-gotta-go!” Alberta grabbed the arms of Nova and Halifax and steered them out of the library. Once the Marquis began talking about books, it was hard to get him to stop.

When they arrived in the hallway and were far enough out of earshot of the Marquis, Halifax let their subdued front drop and gave a despairing groan. “This is hopeless.”

Alberta, who had already begun to read one of her books, looked up. “Nonsense. I said I would find the rings, and I will find the rings.”

“How?” they exclaimed. “You’ve got no leads.”

“I… hmm.” Alberta tapped a finger to her chin. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Could you try another finding spell in this area?” Nova asked Halifax. “Maybe they were just out of reach the first time.”

“I can try,” Halifax said, though their tone suggested anything but confidence. They took a loose thread from their pocket and whispered some words to it. It began to glow a neutral taupe color before multiplying dramatically and weaving a translucent web in a dome expanding the hallway. After a few moments, the dome dissolved with a bright pop, sparkling red residue falling everywhere.

“Is that good?” Alberta asked, but Halifax’s puckered eyebrows and welling eyes gave her all the answer she needed.

“I give up,” Halifax said. They sat down in the middle of the corridor and curled up into a ball. “Come find me when the wedding is canceled. Better yet, start planning my funeral."

Alberta frowned and was about to start speaking when Nova put her hand up, signaling her to wait. She knelt beside Halifax and patted them on the back.

“It’ll all be okay,” Nova said. “It’s not your fault at all.”

“It might be!” they exclaimed, but Nova shushed them.

“There was nothing you could do. The rings were stolen, plain and simple. Take a breath, now.”

Halifax drew in a big gulp of air, then another.

Keeping her same gentle tone, Nova asked, “do you feel better now?”

Halifax nodded, though they were still slightly shaky. “Could I perhaps… have a hug?”

Nova complied, wrapping her arms around them.

Alberta watched until it became unbearable, tapping her foot. “Alright, that’s enough. These rings aren’t going to find themselves.”

Halifax stood up, then reached a hand down to Nova to help her.

“I hate to admit it, but there is someone who could probably do a better finding spell than the one I just did,” they said, drying their eyes. “They might be the key to solving this whole thing.”

“Who?” Alberta asked. “You’re the most adept mage in this court! Besides, Lord Ottawa, of course, and he’s out of the question, since…” She stared at Halifax, realizing. “No, surely you don’t—?”

Halifax nodded. “It’s time,” they sniffed. “I appreciate your help, but I think I should own up. There’s only so much we can do.”

“But— no, I can do more!” Alberta said. “We can go through your chamber again, and—”

Halifax held up a hand. “It’s alright. I’m sure. I’ll go talk to Lord Ottawa, and get his help. And even if we can’t find them, I’m sure there’s a replacement somewhere. Or at least something they could use before Nuna makes a new pair.”

Alberta raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure? Because I’m still detecting a hint of uncertainty. You’re sure you’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Even though—”

“Yes!” Halifax crossed their arms, glowering at Alberta.

She held her hands up in surrender. “On your own head be it.”

Halifax exhaled sharply. “Please stop talking before I change my mind. Do you want to solve this case, or no?”

Alberta, for the first time that day, kept silent. 


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Hey Plume! I'm gonna leave a super quick review here.

I decided to catch up on this story and review it, because when the second part came out, I didn't read it, but now I have!

Alberta stared them down. “Detective Alberta,” she corrected coolly.

I love this line so much, especially how you used the adjective "coolly," that made me laugh. I love Alberta's confidence throughout the story, and that she keeps saying that she had a lot of expertise.

And also you did a great job describing visual details. There was lots of imagery about what she saw, which is probably really important in this mystery genre. It was really well written!

Finally, you kept the mystery in this part really well. We a little bit more things, but the reader still has more questions, and it makes them want to read more.

Overall, I really enjoyed reading this chapter! I hope you’re going to continue this story!
Happy Writing!
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Thanks so much for the review! Love the review banner as well =D



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Hi Plume! Lim here with a review. I’ll confess I haven’t read the first Lady Alberta story even though I really should ^^’ I’ll try and get to that after reviewing this one!

General Impressions

For me, this part was comedy-focused in the beginning and then became more conflict-focused towards the end. The conflict between Alberta and Halifax over whether the rings ‘could’ be found seems to drive the chapter forward. I like the bit of role reversal towards the end where Alberta is ‘forced’ by Halifax to stay quiet, where previously Halifax is the one taking suggestions from other people. I wonder if this is going to cause Alberta to change her approach later on.

There were lots of lines that made me smile. I like the exchange about Alberta’s ‘credentials’ for having hunches for instance.

Tap two trees with one spigot, eh?

This joke which I think is related to maple was also funny and clever.

“Now that you mention it, though, I do remember seeing Sir Province around here. He seemed to be in quite the rush. Last minute wedding adjustments, I’d expect.”
The group murmured. “We ran into him as well,” Alberta said. “He did appear quite stressed.”

Hmm I also wonder if Sir Province has something to do with the rings being missing – he’s been brought up a couple of times now. It might seem unlikely because he is one of the grooms but still <.<

Immersion and Believability

I thought the description of the Marquis de Calgary was super immersive. The comparison to a moth (and with a lot of sensory detail, too) is whimsical and definitely makes me feel like I’m reading something in a fantastical setting.
I thought all the characters were written consistently from the last chapter to now. Alberta’s insistence on trying to solve the mystery makes sense, given her enthusiasm for playing the ‘Sherlock Holmes’ role. Halifax wanting to turn themself in, so to speak, also feels believable because of how convinced they were in trouble even in the last chapter.

I wasn’t sure they would be in so much trouble that they would have to worry about their own funeral though. Nova seems to think things will work out, for one. Neither Lord Ottawa nor Sir Province seem like particularly vindictive people either.

Who I’m rooting for

I think Halifax has the right idea about talking to Lord Ottawa. I don’t get the sense that Ottawa will be very angry about the whole thing, at least not in a scary way. I also don’t think they were getting very far just looking for the rings in random places.

What seemed clear to me

I thought the characterisations were clear. I could grasp the personality and character details of Alberta, Nova and Halifax.

Alberta watched until it became unbearable, tapping her foot. “Alright, that’s enough. These rings aren’t going to find themselves.”

I can tell that Alberta doesn’t seem to like mushy stuff (which is relatable haha), and that when she has her mind set on something she absolutely wants to pursue it.

I am guessing the lingering awkwardness between Halifax and Alberta is partly because of the plus one thing from last chapter? I wasn’t totally sure though, since it’s not brought up again here.

Overall

As a whole, I like the pacing and development in this part of the story. I like that we’re getting to see more of the characters and how they interact and respond to the situation differently. I’m eager to see how the plot will be resolved – how the rings were stolen and how the characters will find out.

Let me know if you’d like more feedback on something specific!
-Lim




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Thanks so much for the review!



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Okay so it was totally Sir Province. Also... carrier geese? Carrier geese??? This is so Canadian it's all I can think about. And don't think I didn't see the two-trees-one-spigot allusion to maple syrup.

...Out of curiosity, is there a reason why everything is Canada-themed? Is it for the giggles? Are you going to turn this into a radio drama to be performed on the CBC?

ANYWAY. Real talk.

I really like the setting descriptions you've added! The library is probably the one people will be like 'ahh so beautiful' about, but I actually like Halifax's room better. I think you did a really excellent job of not only setting the scene, but having the characters interact with the room and all the mess in it. (Helps probably that the action had more to do with the room itself, whereas the library was more of a chatting spot and you actually did a pretty good job with having Calgary busy himself inside of it).

Total aside, but the description sounds exactly like the reading room at my alma mater's library haha.

Now for plot:

I was a little worried after reading the Missing Prince that we would have a similar situation where Lady Alberta just kind of stumbles onto the solution. For a detective story, she's frighteningly bad at finding clues and putting them together (though it is kind of fun being ahead of her. Dramatic irony and all that). I think a lot of the fun of a whodunnit comes from learning all the clues alongside the detective and then still being amazed when they are able to make connections or remember details that I couldn't put together.

That said, it is nice that in this particular short, we are seeing a kind of character growth in place of some actual mystery-solving. I think it's good personal development that Lady Alberta and Halifax have to admit defeat and go to someone a little more put-together to fix the situation. And it's also a real sign of Halifax's character and honesty.

I know this series is episodic, so I hope we see some more growth for Lady Alberta as a detective as the stories continue.

Anyway, hope this helps! Can't wait for the next installment.

-Vento




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Re: the Canada theme--- literally just for giggles. This story was borne out of my junior year creative writing class when I had dabbled in just about every sort of "serious" fiction writing and decided to write something just for the fun of it, and thus, Lady Alberta Parapluie was born.

And honestly, I think you've nailed the one aspect that I hadn't even realized about Alberta that makes her & her stories so fun to write (at least for me)-- that she actually is so, so bad at her job, and most of the story is just character work.

Glad you're enjoying-- I always love getting one of your reviews!



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Fav quotes:

Tap two trees with one spigot, eh?

The Marquis de Calgary gave the perpetual air of a very large moth.


and carrier goose !! :D

Plume, please tag me for the next part! I'm sure your other readers, like Ant and Vento, would love to be notified too ^^




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Of course! Glad you're enjoying it so far :D




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