Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Balloon Part 6 (NaNoWriMo work in progress)

[I began to think about this novel after taking an airplane journey someplace, forget where. Today you can see, perhaps, what sparked my imagination.]

The rest of the trip was comparatively uneventful. They saw several other ships, but they were always quite a ways off. It was almost noon when Moto announced they would be landing in the small village of Ledenbarrow.

“How will we know which house is Mr. Cogwright?” asked Mary.

“Well, it should not be too hard” Liza said thoughtfully” He is the village head of school. I suspect he lives on the grounds of the local school.”

 

Moto landed the balloon in the center of the village commons. By the time he had gently brought the large green balloon down a small knot of villagers had gathered around the balloon. The General began to talk to one of the older men and soon the man whispered something into the ear of a young boy next to him. 

“He’s gone to fetch the Headmaster” The older man explained. There followed a silence from the rest of the villagers. The five sailors stood in the midday sun awkwardly for a few moments.

“Ugh” Liza said after a while. “I suspect it will take Mr. Cogwright quite a while to get here.”

“Why” Mary asked.

“Well, he is older, no? Oh look, it seems he sent a messenger of some sort on a bike.”

Just then a sturdy looking man with a head full of wild brown hair came bicycling into the small crowd and got off his bike. He smiled a pleasant smile and scanned the group, ending up on the General. Liza turned briefly to Mary “Well there’s a charming lad no?” she laughed lightly. Mary nodded with a smile.

The man made a small bow to the General.

“Ah, you sir must be the General?”

“I am. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting.”

“Micajah William Cogwright at your service Sir.”

Liza and Mary let out small, simultaneous gasps, looked at each other with startled expressions and dissolved into a fit of laughter.

 

 

Chapter five

 

Liza stepped forward and offered her hand stretched out to Cogwright who hesitated a moment before taking it and giving it a good shake.

“Liza Littlefield, Mr. Cogwright. This is my grandfather General Littlefield, and our friends Colonel Thorsnberry and his niece Mary Gosling.”

Cogwright shook everyone’s hands, including Mary, who seemed taken aback a little with the shake.

“Well, I am glad to make all of your acquaintances, what do I owe the pleasure?”

The General cleared his throat meaningfully. “Well Mr. Cogwright, my granddaughter and I have some business we need to speak with you about. Is there someplace private we could perhaps retire to?”

“By all means. I have an apartment at the school, come with me.”

“Sir, I mean Robert, we will need to clear the sedan of the park.”

“Ah yes. Mr Cogwright, is there a garage perhaps where we could sit the sedan?”

Cogwright looked around for a moment, as if trying to recall where the garage was.

“Ah! I tell you what, if we could place it by the post office it should be alright. No one will bother it I suspect.” He pointed to a small stone building at the other end of the park where they had landed.

“Excellent” Liza said, “Moto, Mary, can you help me carry the sedan over to the post office then? Just grab those straps.” Mot and Mary got on the other side of the sedan basket and put their hands in the straps. Mary had a wide grin plastered on her face.

“May I help?” Cogwright asked.

“By all means. Liza said. “ Grab the strap on my side. With four it should not be difficult.”

The basket was light, having been purpose made as a ballooning basket. With little effort the four of them soon had the basket a few inches off the ground and were slowly walking it across the park.

“So you are Mr. Cogwiright…” Liza said, almost to herself.

“Yes, and please call me Will.”

“The Mr. Cogwright? Not… junior or anything? No other Cogwright’s in the village…”

Will laughed. “No… no others. There is my father…”

Liza turned to look at him.

“But he his name is Albert. I am , I’m afraid, the Mr. Cogwright. You seem disappointed…”

“Oh no, not at all. It is just that… well, the books said you had retired…”

Again Will laughed, recognition coming across his face. “Ah yes, well, I did retire. I retired from flight when I was all of 18. But not from life. I am a headmaster now. It’s a small school” he said almost apologetically but then added, hastily. “But top quality I can assure you.”

Liza smiled. They were near the post office. They set the basket to rest on a small patch of grass near the front. A small group of villagers had walked over with them, followed closely by the General and the colonel.

As Moto made sure everything was secure and anything loose stowed away Will spoke to a young boy, giving him a coin and pointing at the balloon. The boy nodded and went over to stand, a serious look on his face, next to the basket.

“Alright” Will said, clapping his hands, “I think we’re ready then.” He had an easy way about him, and seemed to never stop smiling. Liza imagined he would be the kind of headmaster kids listened too because they liked him, not because they feared him.

 

The walk to the school was only a minute or so. The village was very small, even as far as villages go, so the school was only a few buildings down from the post office. It turned out the school was really just an old brick house with several out buildings behind it. One of these was a small wood-sided one story box. This was the headmaster’s apartment. Will parked his bike against the house and opened the front door, motioning the party in. Inside was like a small cottage, made to feel even smaller by floor to ceiling stacks of books. There were a few overstuffed chairs and a long wooden table filled with more books and what appeared to be a random collection of scientific instruments. Will moved a pile of books off of one of the chairs and pulled up another two. He looked around, as if counting the party and then excused himself. He went out a door in the back of the room and soon emerged with two wooden straight back chairs. He scanned the room again, realizing he was still a chair short. He then arched his eyebrows and excused himself again. This time he returned with a small stool.

“Sit, sit.” He said and proceeded to sit on the small stool himself. Liza, Mary and the General sat in the overstuffed chairs with Moto and the Colonel sat in the wooden chairs.

Then, suddenly, Will bolted upright. “Tea!” he said and then went again to the door in the back, but this time almost immediately burst back in, and then went out the front door.

Liza gave a meaningful look to her Grandfather, who just shrugged. Mary looked at Liza and mouthed “What?” Liza mouthed back “Odd” and Mary gave a small giggle.

Right then Will burst back into the little house with a triumphant smile, but no tea.

“I sent one of the students to tell Ms. Bigelow to start a tea. He’ll fetch it from her when she’d ready.”

The room fell silent and Will looked around, smiling.

“Don’t get too many visitors Mr. Cogwright?” The Colonel asked.

“Uncle!”

“Just asked Mary. Seems like there is a distinct lack of chairs…”

“I would imagine, Colonel” Liza said “That Mr. Cogwright has plenty of chairs in his office up at the school, isn’t that right Mr. Cogsworth?”

“Uh, yes. Yes!” Will said, blushing.

“But that since Grandfather asked for a place to talk in private, he brought us here instead.”

“Yes…” Will said, looking intently at Liza.

“Students.” Mary said. Will jumped.

“Where?” he asked, looking around.

“No, sorry.” Mary said with a laugh.” I was just thinking, if we were in an indoor office there might be students hanging around…” Will nodded, now staring at Mary, his expression slightly unfocused. Then he shook his head slightly, as if waking up.

“Well,” he said, addressing the General. “General Littlefield, sir, if you don’t mind my boldness, can I ask what it was you wanted to talk about?” Will’s smile and pleasant demeanor had returned.

“Yes, well, I should think we could get straight to the point Mr Cogwright.”

“Certainly.”

“It pertains to your Ballooning days sir. “The General said. Will’s smile flickered.

“Yes” he responded flatly.

“We, that is myself and my granddaughter, seek to employ your services as a navigator for a very special-“

Will stood up suddenly, his face cloudy. “I am very sorry sir. I think you have been gravely misinformed. I no longer practice that particular art. I am afraid you have wasted your time and I myself must get back to the school as it is. I am sure the tea will be here shortly. Please excuse my rudeness, but you are welcome to enjoy the tea. I must leave now. Good day.” Will did a small bow and turned to leave. Mary and the Colonel looked shocked, Moto stared hard at the ceiling. Liza looked in a slightly panicked way at her grandfather.

“Mr. Cogwright, we know.”

Will stopped and looked back. His face was dark. “Sorry? What, exactly, do you think you know Sir?

“We know about the Cloud Dwellers.” The General said quietly.

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