Great image!  For those who haven't visited yet, I have a phrase for you:  Quito
as you've never seen him before!

Thanks, Curt!

Best,

Steve
--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, "Curt" <strangeparadiselibrary@...>
wrote:
>
> Hi, Strangers!  Just wanted to let everyone know that we've finally updated
the Featured Image over at Maljardin.com.  Stop by and take a peek at a photo
that has never been seen previously on the internet (or much of anywhere else,
for that matter).  With luck, we'll finally be getting back to posting images on
a regular schedule in 2013.  The plan is to have a new one up once roughly every
six weeks.  Here's hoping everyone enjoys this new material.
> -Curt
>

Intriguing!  Thanks for sharing it with us.

Best,

Steve

That's a great find!

Barbara

--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, "Curt" <strangeparadiselibrary@...>
wrote:
>
> Hi, Strangers!  Just wanted to let everyone know that we've finally updated
the Featured Image over at Maljardin.com.  Stop by and take a peek at a photo
that has never been seen previously on the internet (or much of anywhere else,
for that matter).  With luck, we'll finally be getting back to posting images on
a regular schedule in 2013.  The plan is to have a new one up once roughly every
six weeks.  Here's hoping everyone enjoys this new material.
> -Curt
>

Do you remember the name of the PSI Factor episode?  I remember seeing one in
which Dr. Anton (Fox) mentions spending some time in the islands years ago. 
There's a homeless shelter involved?  Is that it?

Barbara

--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, gothick42 <no_reply@...> wrote:
>
> Very cool!  I'm a huge Forever Knight fan and look forward to watching this. 
Thanks, batyah!
>
> I'm sure you've seen Colin's two episodes on FK--and Colin's work on Psi
Factor opposite Nigel.  We've discussed here the Psi Factor episode which
appears to have been inspired by the original Maljardin story, although the
writer claims he had never heard of Strange Paradise (I personally find this
response somewhat... disingenuous?).
>
> Best,
>
> Steve
>
> --- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, batyah_9 <no_reply@> wrote:
> >
> > Apologies if this has been posted before.
> >
> > An episode of 'Friday the 13th - the Series'
> >
> > Colin Fox as Herr Mueller
> > (cryonics involved - nod to SP)
> >
> > Nigel Bennett as 'The Butcher'
> > (Bennett is a Radio DJ - nod to Forever Knight)
> >
> > http://youtu.be/AoSUKG95eko
> >
> > Enjoy!
> >
>

I believe Steve is referring to an episode from 1998 titled "Return."  Here's a
link to the production info:
 
http://www.tvrage.com/shows/id-4909/episodes/140049
 
When I corresponded briefly with its writer, James Nadler, he said that there
were no intentional links to STRANGE PARADISE, but I still can't help thinking
that it contains some interesting parallels.
-Curt


________________________________
  From: batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
To: strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, November 26, 2012 5:55 AM
Subject: [Strange Paradise] Re: Shades of SP and Forever Knight


 

Do you remember the name of the PSI Factor episode?  I remember seeing one in
which Dr. Anton (Fox) mentions spending some time in the islands years ago. 
There's a homeless shelter involved?  Is that it?

Barbara

--- In mailto:strangeparadise2%40yahoogroups.com, gothick42 <no_reply@...>
wrote:
>
> Very cool!  I'm a huge Forever Knight fan and look forward to watching this. 
Thanks, batyah!
>
> I'm sure you've seen Colin's two episodes on FK--and Colin's work on Psi
Factor opposite Nigel.  We've discussed here the Psi Factor episode which
appears to have been inspired by the original Maljardin story, although the
writer claims he had never heard of Strange Paradise (I personally find this
response somewhat... disingenuous?).
>
> Best,
>
> Steve
>
> --- In mailto:strangeparadise2%40yahoogroups.com, batyah_9 <no_reply@> wrote:
> >
> > Apologies if this has been posted before.
> >
> > An episode of 'Friday the 13th - the Series'
> >
> > Colin Fox as Herr Mueller
> > (cryonics involved - nod to SP)
> >
> > Nigel Bennett as 'The Butcher'
> > (Bennett is a Radio DJ - nod to Forever Knight)
> >
> > http://youtu.be/AoSUKG95eko
> >
> > Enjoy!
> >
>




[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

Thanks, Barbara.  I appreciate your offer, and would certainly love to add your
story to the other STRANGE PARADISE fan fiction archived on my website. 
Unfortunately, with the hectic holiday schedule, it will probably be awhile
before I can get it posted.  But I'd definitely like to include it.  What
byline would you like it to appear under?  Just let me know, and I'll credit
you accordingly.  Thanks again.
-Curt 

________________________________
  From: batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
To: strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Sunday, November 25, 2012 10:55 PM
Subject: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin  (Before Maljardin)


 



--- In mailto:strangeparadise2%40yahoogroups.com, "Curt"
<strangeparadiselibrary@...> wrote:
>
> Kudos on the new story, Barbara!  I'm thrilled to see more fans putting their
personal stamp on the STRANGE PARADISE universe.  Keep up the good work.
> -Curt
>

Thanks.  If you want to put it on your website, I'm ok with that.  And thanks. 
I'm already making notes for more.




[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

Curt -
pop me an email at batyah_9@...
and I will let you know.

Thank you!
Barbara



--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, Curt Ladnier
<strangeparadiselibrary@...> wrote:
>
> Thanks, Barbara.  I appreciate your offer, and would certainly love to add
your story to the other STRANGE PARADISE fan fiction archived on my website. 
Unfortunately, with the hectic holiday schedule, it will probably be awhile
before I can get it posted.  But I'd definitely like to include it.  What
byline would you like it to appear under?  Just let me know, and I'll credit
you accordingly.  Thanks again.
> -Curt 
>

found a non-English version of it on
YouTube but I could make out enough to
see the striking similarities.

When Fox says to his 'wife' "WHO ARE YOU?"
all I could think was that first episode of SP!

And this makes 3 in Fox's association with
cryonics.  (One with Bennett!)

Thank you!
Barbara

--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, Curt Ladnier
<strangeparadiselibrary@...> wrote:
>
> I believe Steve is referring to an episode from 1998 titled "Return."  Here's
a link to the production info:
>  
> http://www.tvrage.com/shows/id-4909/episodes/140049
>  
> When I corresponded briefly with its writer, James Nadler, he said that there
were no intentional links to STRANGE PARADISE, but I still can't help thinking
that it contains some interesting parallels.
> -Curt
>

I really enjoyed your story.and hope you continue with more.

.Debby

On Sun, Nov 25, 2012 at 3:15 AM, batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

> **
>
>
> Since finally finishing the watch-thru on YouTube, I've been working on a
> 'run up' to Maljardin. Finally got to proof it this week and to share with
> you all. My apologies for any errors I didn't catch - Barbara
> ~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> Jacques turned from the fire, the crowd and the cathedral after collecting
> some of Philippe's ashes and started the walk home. A couple blocks from
> the cathedral he wiped the tears from his eyes, refusing to look back. Once
> home he closed the front door quietly and slipped into his room, locking
> the door. He put the gold snuff box in a chest by the wall and locked the
> chest.
>
> He lived in a small home with his mother (and his now-dead brother) in an
> elegant part of Paris. Jacques' large room was on the second floor with
> large windows facing into Paris. He frequently had the house to himself as
> his mother often stayed at the Palace. Philippe had a small country lodge
> owned by the family he preferred to this maison. As a boy he often slipped
> out of the window and slid down the roof of the room below to the street –
> and to his waiting friends. Now the windows looked out at a rising plume of
> smoke in the distance.
>
> "Master!" Raxl, the head of housekeeping entered the room. She went to the
> window and closed them, snapping the drapes shut. "That is not a good scene
> for you to be gazing on today. Would like me to bring you something to eat?"
>
> "No", said Jacques removing his doublet and boots. "Bring me a goblet and
> the largest bottle of brandy in the house. And if you check on me and see
> the bottle is empty, replace it with another until I tell you to stop."
>
> "M'sieur, that is unhealthy! You need to eat and to rest. You will…"
>
> "Raxl!" Jacques cut her off. "I am not in need of mothering. You may have
> been my governess when you were 18 and I was barely two. But now I am a
> grown man, fully capable of knowing my mind. Mind your place and bring the
> brandy to me."
>
> Jacques lay down on his large, carved wood bed. He had only his stockings,
> breeches and shirt on. He collapsed back against the large pillows –
> tempted to open the drapes but knowing Raxl was right. He heard faint
> voices and knew that his mother was in her room on the first floor. She'd
> taken to bed wearing her finest nightgown and robe. He could see her
> friends coming to see her and offer sympathy and condolences while his
> mother ate a few sweets and dabbed her eyes. Jacques rolled his eyes
> imagining the scene.
>
> Raxl brought the brandy and the goblet and set it on a tray on Jacques
> side table. "Remember, Raxl – when it's empty bring more. No lectures! And
> I want no visitors!"
>
> "Oui, Master" Raxl bowed quickly and exited the room.
>
> Jacques quickly emptied the bottle and lay on his bed staring at the
> paintings on his walls. Rembrandt and his current favorite, Rubens. He
> needed to erase Philippe smiling while the flames engulfed him from his
> mind forever. He realized the brandy was numbed him. He felt nothing. No
> more guilt. No more sorrow. Just nothing.
>
> Another bottle and Philippe would be gone too. He pretended to be asleep
> when Raxl brought in another full bottle. As soon as she was gone he opened
> it.
>
> This was how it went for 5 days. Jacques would fall asleep for hours but
> awoke to find a full bottle which he started on immediately. He tried to
> read a couple books but remembered nothing of what he read.
>
> On the third day of his self-confinement, Raxl slipped a tray of bread and
> cheese in with his brandy. She was relieved to see he had eaten most of it.
> Each day she left some food for him while he slept – most of which he ate,
> without comment. Jacques started a small fire in his room for warmth and
> slept whole days away.
>
> On day 6 after Philippe's death, Jacques' best friend Gaston knocked on
> the Des Mondes' door. Gaston had met Jacques at the Université de Paris
> when they were both around 14. Both were sent by their families and both
> studied Science and Law. Jacques' older brother was already there studying
> Theology. Gaston and Jacques frequently got into trouble but became adept
> at blaming others and appearing completely innocent. About the age of 19
> both of them occassionally signed on to shipping expéditions where they
> learned to fight and loot ; coming home with cases of gold coins, jewelry
> and fine wines. They would both tell their families it was simply payment
> for their hard work and each backed up the other's story. They didn't want
> their families to realize they had taken up with pirates, but they enjoyed
> the loot they brought back too much.
>
> Raxl answered the front door. As soon as the door was slightly ajar,
> Gaston pushed it open and stepped in. "I hear he refuses to see anyone. How
> many days has it been, Mistress ?" Raxl knew better than to argue with
> Gaston, "Six days, M'sieur."
>
> "Too long, don't you think Mistress LeNoire ?" Gaston breezed past her to
> the stairs, not waiting for an answer. He was the same height as Jacques
> with a more muscular build. He took the stairs, two at a time, reached
> Jacques door and knocked once. Badly imitating a woman, he squeaked "I hear
> the legendary lover, Jacques Eloi Des Mondes lives here !"
>
> "Go away Gaston." Jacques yelled. Too late for Gaston had already forced
> open the door.
>
> "Mon Dieu! Jacques! It smells like a distillery and a horse's stable in
> here !" Gaston marched to the window, whipped open the drapes and unhinged
> the windows pushing them open. A gust of cool air entered the room.
>
> "Gaston." Jacques was up and out of bed – "Are you hard of hearing, man ?!
> I said leave !"
>
> "No." Gaston said turning and facing Jacques. Jacques slumped back on the
> bed, too drunk to stand and fight his friend. "Jacques what are you doing ?
> Have you looked in a mirror ? You look like hell."
>
> Jacques chuckled, "Hell and I bare no resemblance. I am much better
> looking."
>
> Raxl came into the room and Gaston said "Mistress LeNoire, our Jacques has
> had enough wallowing. Pour him a warm soapy bath and bring fresh clothes.
> And a large carafe of coffee." Raxl left without a word to get a bath ready.
>
> "What are you doing, Gaston? I'm not leaving this room!" Jacques exclaimed.
>
> "Yes, you are" Gaston said. "I will let it be a surprise as to where."
>
> Jacques was too drunk and weak to argue. Gaston grabbed him under the arms
> and marched him down to the bidet off the great kitchen. Gaston had been
> coming and going from Chez Des Mondes since he was a teenager, as if he was
> family. Once at the tub room he helped pull the rest of Jacques' clothing
> off next to the large metal baignoire of hot, soapy water. He picked
> Jacques up and dumped him into the tub. Jacques' head burst above the soap
> – spitting out water.
>
> "Are you trying to drown me, you fool ?! Bathing is unhealthy!" Jacques
> exclaimed.
>
> Gaston chuckled "So is drinking yourself to death," and handed him the
> coffee. Jacques drank. "Mon frere. I'm trying to make sure one of the King
> `s chevaliers doesn't stink up the streets of Paris." Gaston sat wordlessly
> down in a chair near the tub while Jacques scrubbed himself. After a few
> minutes he begrudgingly finished, got out, dried himself and put on his
> robe. Jacques trudged back to his room followed by Gaston.
>
> "So what is the surprise ?" Jacques looked at Gaston with a cocked
> eyebrow. "A new tavern ? New women in Paris ? A party ? Do tell, Gaston!"
>
> "Keep getting dressed or we may be late. You'll find out soon enough."
> Gaston sighed, "You know I love you like a brother, mon ami. By lying a'bed
> for near a week is enough. And please, allow the brandy distillery to
> recover from your onslaught !"
>
> "Gaston I accomplished what I wanted !"
>
> "What is that, praytell?"
>
> "I killed any conscience I had left after taking the oath of our coven. I
> wrestled it to the ground with my hands around its neck and then drowned it
> in good brandy !"
>
> "Quiet, Jacques! No one is to know of our involvements."
>
> "Oh don't worry. Raxl knows, my Mere is awash in the sympathies and
> ministrations of others and the rest of the household stays away from my
> part of the house."
>
> Finally, Jacques combed his hair and adjusted his doublet. He looked like
> his handsome self again, he thought as he looked into his long mirror. His
> drunk was almost gone but he felt good.
>
> He and Gaston marched down and out of the house. "Raxl, I promise to bring
> him home in one piece" bellowed Gaston as he shut the door. Jacques was
> shocked to see one of the King's carriages waiting for them. He turned,
> puzzled, to Gaston. "Just get in, mon frere, we'll talk as we go."
>
> Jacques and Gaston got in the carriage. Jacques was visibly uncomfortable.
> "Tell me now where we are going or I shall jump out. And you know I can
> outrun you!"
>
> "To the palace, the King specifically asked to see you." Gaston said
> flatly.
>
> Jacques eyes grew large, "Zounds man! Is he putting me to the stake as
> well? Is he withdrawing my commission? Has someone told him something?"
>
> "Calm yourself, Jacques. I have said nothing and I know no one else has.
> The King seemed very sincere in his desire to see you." Gaston told him, "I
> suspect some friend of Madame Des Mondes told him you took to your room and
> locked yourself in, because I was told not to return without you."
>
> "Ma Mere's tiresome friends always had loose tongues," Jacques said as he
> rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle."
>
> Gaston clapped Jacques on the back. "Now that's the Jacques Eloi Des
> Mondes I know! Besides I want to check on the expansion of Versailles that
> Louis is so keen on doing with our money!" Both men laughed.
>
> "The money he knows about!" said Jacques, smiling conspiratorially.
>
> Eventually the carriage made it to Versailles and both men stepped out.
> Waiting on the steps was Louis XIV's secretary. All men made the obligatory
> bows and the secretary ushered Jacques and Gaston into the palace. They
> made their way down a long gilded hallway lined with portraits and paints
> as well as other fine objects beautifully displayed.
>
> They stopped at a door guarded by two of the King's Gardes. The secretary
> opened the door and bowed as he announced, "Monsieur Jacques Eloi Des
> Mondes and Monsieur Gaston D'Argent, your Majesty."
>
> "Come in gentlemen," the King said walking toward him. As they bowed, both
> men glaced at the King's high heeled shoes and then quickly at each other
> with a knowing smile.
>
> "Monsieur D'Argent, my secretary will take you to le cuisine to get you
> some lunch. I need to speak alone with Monsieur Des Mondes. You will be
> called when we are done."
>
> "As you wish, mon Roi." Gaston bowed again and was led out by the
> secretary. The door closed behind them.
>
> "Please, Jacques, no formalities. Come and have some lunch with me and let
> us talk." The King led Jacques to a small, beautifully set table for two
> near a long leaded window that looked out on to the construction of
> gardens.
>
> Jacques waited until the servants seated the King and then sat himself. He
> decided to take an offensive stance. "Your majesty, is there something I
> can do for you?"
>
> "Perhaps there is something we can do for each other, Jacques." The King
> spread his napkin on his lap while the lunch was being served. Jacques did
> the same. Roast quail with potatoes. Poached quail eggs on the side over a
> thin slice of bread with cheese while roasted vegetables covered with
> béchamel sauce finished the plate. And of course a large goblet of good
> wine.
>
> "First", the King began, "I needed to see you got a meal into you. I hear
> you took to your bed with only the bottle for company since your brother's…
> uh… passing."
>
> "People who don't see for themselves often exaggerate, your Highness."
> Jacques said while making quick work of the quail. "I am fine, as you can
> see. But I am not such fool to turn down a fine meal from His Majesty's
> chefs."
>
> "I know it took great courage for you to inform the High Court of your
> brother's witchery. It pained me too. I had great plans for him" said
> Louis. "But it had to be done. I let the Church decide the punishment, I
> could not do it myself." Louis had finished most of the lunch in no time
> and dabbed at his mouth with his linen napkin.
>
> 'How biblical' thought Jacques, while continuing his fine meal.
>
> "But," the King continued, "things have not ended there. While there was
> talk before of Philiippe trying to be heir to my throne through witchcraft,
> now people are saying you also may be trying to take my throne."
>
> Jacques choked down his food and his head snapped up at the King. "No! I
> would not…"
>
> "Calm yourself, I know you wouldn't. But you know how the gossip at Court
> can be." The King finished his wine and signaled for more. "Already people
> thought I was going to show Phillippe mercy despite his actions, because he
> was my son. And I know they make accusations about all my… umm… offspring."
>
> "Your majesty, what are you getting at?" said Jacques as politely as he
> could muster.
>
> "Jacques, you know I do love your mother. I have always considered you mon
> fils. After your father died fighting in Holland for me I felt so much
> guilt. You were but a boy and so was Phillippe. I had introduced your
> mother and father. He loved her despite her having my child already. And
> you seemed to want to be just like him." The King looked wistful.
>
> "That was in the past, my King. I am a grown man and doing well." Jacques
> stated. He put up his napkin signaling he was done and servants took his
> plate away. Jacques then drained the goblet. "My mother also seems to have
> adjusted to her life. She is very proud and protective of the Des Mondes
> name."
>
> "Yes" said the King, "Your family has been more than honest and loyal to
> me. Which is why I must ask you to do something you may not like."
>
> "Ask, your Majesty. You won't know until you ask."
>
> "Jacques, I need you to leave Paris. And France."
>
> Stunned Jacques stared at the King for a few moments. He took a breath
> hoping he had misheard.
>
> "Leave Paris? My home?" said Jacques. "And go where?"
>
> "Jacques there are those here in Paris who are determined to make your
> life very difficult. And I do not want that. I have properties in the New
> World. Islands in the South. I need strong Frenchmen there to protect my
> interests from the Spanish."
>
> "The tropical islands?" said Jacques "But that is wilderness!"
>
> "There is a small, established town on the mainland where I will have you
> stay until you are settled. I need you to sell off Phillippe's properties.
> The profits are yours to keep. I am deeding you a large island just off the
> coast in the New World. My scouts tell me you can see the mainland from one
> side and the open sea on the other. The climate is warm. Your housekeeper
> is from the area. I expect her to go with you." The King said, looking at
> Jacques.
>
> "What about my Mother?" Jacques felt he had to ask.
>
> "I have a small apartment underway in the expansion here at Versailles now
> that is close to being done. It is on the other side of the Palace from my
> family and I. Away from Marie-Therese and her spies. I want her to come
> here to live so my guards can make sure she is safe. I will make her
> comfortable and part of my court, I promise." Said the King. "And Jacques,
> don't tell her." The king handed Jacques a packet wrapped in gold silk.
> "Give her this and let me talk to her."
>
> "Oh, and I will pay for the construction and shipping to any home you need
> in the New World." The King added.
>
> Jacques was, for once, speechless. "Your Highness, I just want to say I
> would prefer to stay here, in Paris." Jacques tucked the packet safely into
> his doublet.
>
> "I don't expect you to leave immediately. In 6 weeks, shall we say? Oh,
> and I am having a party for some visitors next week. An Incan King and one
> of his daughters is coming to see our beautiful France. The King told my
> ambassador he wants his daughter to learn European ways. I will have an
> invitation sent for you and your Mother, of course. Your Mother will make a
> wonderful teacher for this Princess while she is here."
>
> The King stood and motioned for Jacques to stand. He hugged Jacques warmly
> and kissed him on the cheek. "Mon fils, please let this new life for you be
> a friendly request, not a Royal order." At that, he turned to leave.
> Jacques bowed as the King left followed by the servants He heard the door
> he had come in by open. The secretary motioned for him and Jacques swept
> out the room. He was shown to the great front door and out to the carriage.
> Gaston was waiting.
>
> "Well?" said Gaston.
>
> "Give me a few moments to think, mon frère," Jacques said still feeling
> stunned. "The lunch was delicious though!" Jacques chuckled, wanting to
> change the subject. At that the carriage clattered off through the streets
> of Paris to return the two men to Chez Des Mondes.
>
>
>


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I have enjoyed your story, please keep writing.
Chris

Sent from my iPhone

On Nov 25, 2012, at 1:15 AM, batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

> Since finally finishing the watch-thru on YouTube, I've been working on a 'run
up' to Maljardin.  Finally got to proof it this week and to share with you all. 
My apologies for any errors I didn't catch - Barbara
> ~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> Jacques turned from the fire, the crowd and the cathedral after collecting
some of Philippe's ashes and started the walk home.  A couple blocks from the
cathedral he wiped the tears from his eyes, refusing to look back.  Once home he
closed the front door quietly and slipped into his room, locking the door.  He
put the gold snuff box in a chest by the wall and locked the chest.
>
> He lived in a small home with his mother (and his now-dead brother) in an
elegant part of Paris.  Jacques' large room was on the second floor with large
windows facing into Paris.  He frequently had the house to himself as his mother
often stayed at the Palace.  Philippe had a small country lodge owned by the
family he preferred to this maison.   As a boy he often slipped out of the
window and slid down the roof of the room below to the street – and to his
waiting friends.  Now the windows looked out at a rising plume of smoke in the
distance.
>
> "Master!"  Raxl, the head of housekeeping entered the room.  She went to the
window and closed them, snapping the drapes shut.  "That is not a good scene for
you to be gazing on today.  Would like me to bring you something to eat?"
>
> "No", said Jacques removing his doublet and boots.  "Bring me a goblet and the
largest bottle of brandy in the house.  And if you check on me and see the
bottle is empty, replace it with another until I tell you to stop."
>
> "M'sieur, that is unhealthy!  You need to eat and to rest.  You will…"
>
> "Raxl!" Jacques cut her off.  "I am not in need of mothering.  You may have
been my governess when you were 18 and I was barely two.  But now I am a grown
man, fully capable of knowing my mind.  Mind your place and bring the brandy to
me."
>
> Jacques lay down on his large, carved wood bed.  He had only his stockings,
breeches and shirt on.  He collapsed back against the large pillows – tempted
to open the drapes but knowing Raxl was right.  He heard faint voices and knew
that his mother was in her room on the first floor.  She'd taken to bed wearing
her finest nightgown and robe.  He could see her friends coming to see her and
offer sympathy and condolences while his mother ate a few sweets and dabbed her
eyes.  Jacques rolled his eyes imagining the scene.
>
> Raxl brought the brandy and the goblet and set it on a tray on Jacques side
table.  "Remember, Raxl – when it's empty bring more.  No lectures!  And I
want no visitors!"
>
> "Oui, Master" Raxl bowed quickly and exited the room.
>
> Jacques quickly emptied the bottle and lay on his bed staring at the paintings
on his walls.  Rembrandt and his current favorite, Rubens.  He needed to erase
Philippe smiling while the flames engulfed him from his mind forever.  He
realized the brandy was numbed him.  He felt nothing.  No more guilt.  No more
sorrow.  Just nothing.
>
> Another bottle and Philippe would be gone too. He pretended to be asleep when
Raxl brought in another full bottle.  As soon as she was gone he opened it.
>
> This was how it went for 5 days.  Jacques would fall asleep for hours but
awoke to find a full bottle which he started on immediately.  He tried to read a
couple books but remembered nothing of what he read.
>
> On the third day of his self-confinement, Raxl slipped a tray of bread and
cheese in with his brandy.  She was relieved to see he had eaten most of it. 
Each day she left some food for him while he slept – most of which he ate,
without comment.  Jacques started a small fire in his room for warmth and slept
whole days away.
>
> On day 6 after Philippe's death, Jacques' best friend Gaston knocked on the
Des Mondes' door.  Gaston had met Jacques at the Université de Paris when they
were both around 14.  Both were sent by their families and both studied Science
and Law.  Jacques' older brother was already there studying Theology.  Gaston
and Jacques frequently got into trouble but became adept at blaming others and
appearing completely innocent.  About the age of 19 both of them occassionally
signed on to shipping expéditions where they learned to fight and loot ; coming
home with cases of gold coins, jewelry and fine wines.  They would both tell
their families it was simply payment for their hard work and each backed up the
other's story.  They didn't want their families to realize they had taken up
with pirates, but they enjoyed the loot they brought back too much.
>
> Raxl answered the front door.  As soon as the door was slightly ajar, Gaston
pushed it open and stepped in.  "I hear he refuses to see anyone.  How many days
has it been, Mistress ?"  Raxl knew better than to argue with Gaston, "Six days,
M'sieur."
>
> "Too long, don't you think Mistress LeNoire ?" Gaston breezed past her to the
stairs, not waiting for an answer.  He was the same height as Jacques with a
more muscular build.  He took the stairs, two at a time, reached Jacques door
and knocked once.  Badly imitating a woman, he squeaked "I hear the legendary
lover, Jacques Eloi Des Mondes lives here !"
>
> "Go away Gaston." Jacques yelled.  Too late for Gaston had already forced open
the door.
>
> "Mon Dieu! Jacques!  It smells like a distillery and a horse's stable in here
!"  Gaston marched to the window, whipped open the drapes and unhinged the
windows pushing them open.  A gust of cool air entered the room.
>
> "Gaston."  Jacques was up and out of bed – "Are you hard of hearing, man ?!
I said leave !"
>
> "No." Gaston said turning and facing Jacques.  Jacques slumped back on the
bed, too drunk to stand and fight his friend.  "Jacques what are you doing ? 
Have you looked in a mirror ?  You look like hell."
>
> Jacques chuckled, "Hell and I bare no resemblance.  I am much better looking."
>
> Raxl came into the room and Gaston said "Mistress LeNoire, our Jacques has had
enough wallowing.  Pour him a warm soapy bath and bring fresh clothes.  And a
large carafe of coffee."  Raxl left without a word to get a bath ready.
>
> "What are you doing, Gaston?  I'm not leaving this room!"  Jacques exclaimed.
>
> "Yes, you are" Gaston said.  "I will let it be a surprise as to where."
>
> Jacques was too drunk and weak to argue.  Gaston grabbed him under the arms
and marched him down to the bidet off the great kitchen. Gaston had been coming
and going from Chez Des Mondes since he was a teenager, as if he was family. 
Once at the tub room he helped pull the rest of Jacques' clothing off next to
the large metal baignoire of hot, soapy water.  He picked Jacques up and dumped
him into the tub.  Jacques' head burst above the soap – spitting out water.
>
> "Are you trying to drown me, you fool ?! Bathing is unhealthy!"  Jacques
exclaimed.
>
> Gaston chuckled "So is drinking yourself to death," and handed him the coffee.
Jacques drank. "Mon frere.  I'm trying to make sure one of the King `s
chevaliers doesn't stink up the streets of Paris."  Gaston sat wordlessly down
in a chair near the tub while Jacques scrubbed himself.  After a few minutes he
begrudgingly finished, got out, dried himself and put on his robe.  Jacques
trudged back to his room followed by Gaston.
>
> "So what is the surprise ?"  Jacques looked at Gaston with a cocked eyebrow. 
"A new tavern ? New women in Paris ?  A party ? Do tell, Gaston!"
>
> "Keep getting dressed or we may be late.  You'll find out soon enough." 
Gaston sighed, "You know I love you like a brother, mon ami.  By lying a'bed for
near a week is enough.  And please, allow the brandy distillery to recover from
your onslaught !"
>
> "Gaston I accomplished what I wanted !"
>
> "What is that, praytell?"
>
> "I killed any conscience I had left after taking the oath of our coven.  I
wrestled it to the ground with my hands around its neck and then drowned it in
good brandy !"
>
> "Quiet, Jacques!  No one is to know of our involvements."
>
> "Oh don't worry.  Raxl knows, my Mere is awash in the sympathies and
ministrations of  others and the rest of the household stays away from my part
of the house."
>
> Finally, Jacques combed his hair and adjusted his doublet.  He looked like his
handsome self again, he thought as he looked into his long mirror.  His drunk
was almost gone but he felt good.
>
> He and Gaston marched down and out of the house.  "Raxl, I promise to bring
him home in one piece" bellowed Gaston as he shut the door.  Jacques was shocked
to see one of the King's carriages waiting for them.  He turned, puzzled, to
Gaston.  "Just get in, mon frere, we'll talk as we go."
>
> Jacques and Gaston got in the carriage.  Jacques was visibly uncomfortable. 
"Tell me now where we are going or I shall jump out.  And you know I can outrun
you!"
>
> "To the palace, the King specifically asked to see you."  Gaston said flatly.
>
> Jacques eyes grew large, "Zounds man! Is he putting me to the stake as well?
Is he withdrawing my commission?  Has someone told him something?"
>
> "Calm yourself, Jacques. I have said nothing and I know no one else has. The
King seemed very sincere in his desire to see you."  Gaston told him, "I suspect
some friend of Madame Des Mondes told him you took to your room and locked
yourself in, because I was told not to return without you."
>
> "Ma Mere's tiresome friends always had loose tongues," Jacques said as he
rolled his eyes.  "I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle."
>
> Gaston clapped Jacques on the back.  "Now that's the Jacques Eloi Des Mondes I
know!  Besides I want to check on the expansion of Versailles that Louis is so
keen on doing with our money!"  Both men laughed.
>
> "The money he knows about!" said Jacques, smiling conspiratorially.
>
> Eventually the carriage made it to Versailles and both men stepped out. 
Waiting on the steps was Louis XIV's secretary.  All men made the obligatory
bows and the secretary ushered Jacques and Gaston into the palace.  They made
their way down a long gilded hallway lined with portraits and paints as well as
other fine objects beautifully displayed.
>
> They stopped at a door guarded by two of the King's Gardes.  The secretary
opened the door and bowed as he announced, "Monsieur Jacques Eloi Des Mondes and
Monsieur Gaston D'Argent, your Majesty."
>
> "Come in gentlemen," the King said walking toward him.  As they bowed, both
men glaced at the King's high heeled shoes and then quickly at each other with a
knowing smile.
>
> "Monsieur D'Argent, my secretary will take you to le cuisine to get you some
lunch.  I need to speak alone with Monsieur Des Mondes.  You will be called when
we are done."
>
> "As you wish, mon Roi."  Gaston bowed again and was led out by the secretary. 
The door closed behind them.
>
> "Please, Jacques, no formalities.  Come and have some lunch with me and let us
talk."  The King led Jacques to a small, beautifully set table for two near a
long leaded window that looked out on to the construction of gardens.
>
> Jacques waited until the servants seated the King and then sat himself.  He
decided to take an offensive stance.  "Your majesty, is there something I can do
for you?"
>
> "Perhaps there is something we can do for each other, Jacques." The King
spread his napkin on his lap while the lunch was being served.  Jacques did the
same.  Roast quail with potatoes.  Poached quail eggs on the side over a thin
slice of bread with cheese while roasted vegetables covered with béchamel sauce
finished the plate.  And of course a large goblet of good wine.
>
> "First", the King began, "I needed to see you got a meal into you.  I hear you
took to your bed with only the bottle for company since your brother's… uh…
passing."
>
> "People who don't see for themselves often exaggerate, your Highness." Jacques
said while making quick work of the quail.  "I am fine, as you can see.  But I
am not such fool to turn down a fine meal from His Majesty's chefs."
>
> "I know it took great courage for you to inform the High Court of your
brother's witchery.  It pained me too.  I had great plans for him" said Louis. 
"But it had to be done.  I let the Church decide the punishment, I could not do
it myself."  Louis had finished most of the lunch in no time and dabbed at his
mouth with his linen napkin.
>
> 'How biblical' thought Jacques, while continuing his fine meal.
>
> "But," the King continued, "things have not ended there.  While there was talk
before of Philiippe trying to be heir to my throne through witchcraft, now
people are saying you also may be trying to take my throne."
>
> Jacques choked down his food and his head snapped up at the King.  "No!  I
would not…"
>
> "Calm yourself, I know you wouldn't.  But you know how the gossip at Court can
be."  The King finished his wine and signaled for more.  "Already people thought
I was going to show Phillippe mercy despite his actions, because he was my son. 
And I know they make accusations about all my… umm… offspring."
>
> "Your majesty, what are you getting at?" said Jacques as politely as he could
muster.
>
> "Jacques, you know I do love your mother.  I have always considered you mon
fils.  After your father died fighting in Holland for me I felt so much guilt. 
You were but a boy and so was Phillippe.  I had introduced your mother and
father.  He loved her despite her having my child already.  And you seemed to
want to be just like him." The King looked wistful.
>
> "That was in the past, my King.  I am a grown man and doing well."  Jacques
stated.  He put up his napkin signaling he was done and servants took his plate
away.  Jacques then drained the goblet.  "My mother also seems to have adjusted
to her life.  She is very proud and protective of the Des Mondes name."
>
> "Yes" said the King, "Your family has been more than honest and loyal to me. 
Which is why I must ask you to do something you may not like."
>
> "Ask, your Majesty.  You won't know until you ask."
>
> "Jacques, I need you to leave Paris.  And France."
>
> Stunned Jacques stared at the King for a few moments.  He took a breath hoping
he had misheard.
>
> "Leave Paris? My home?" said Jacques.  "And go where?"
>
> "Jacques there are those here in Paris who are determined to make your life
very difficult.  And I do not want that.  I have properties in the New World. 
Islands in the South.  I need strong Frenchmen there to protect my interests
from the Spanish."
>
> "The tropical islands?" said Jacques "But that is wilderness!"
>
> "There is a small, established town on the mainland where I will have you stay
until you are settled.  I need you to sell off Phillippe's properties.  The
profits are yours to keep.  I am deeding you a large island just off the coast
in the New World.  My scouts tell me you can see the mainland from one side and
the open sea on the other.  The climate is warm.  Your housekeeper is from the
area.  I expect her to go with you."  The King said, looking at Jacques.
>
> "What about my Mother?"  Jacques felt he had to ask.
>
> "I have a small apartment underway in the expansion here at Versailles now
that is close to being done.  It is on the other side of the Palace from my
family and I. Away from Marie-Therese and her spies.  I want her to come here to
live so my guards can make sure she is safe.  I will make her comfortable and
part of my court, I promise." Said the King.  "And Jacques, don't tell her." The
king handed Jacques a packet wrapped in gold silk.  "Give her this and let me
talk to her."
>
> "Oh, and I will pay for the construction and shipping to any home you need in
the New World."  The King added.
>
> Jacques was, for once, speechless.  "Your Highness, I just want to say I would
prefer to stay here, in Paris."  Jacques tucked the packet safely into his
doublet.
>
> "I don't expect you to leave immediately.  In 6 weeks, shall we say?  Oh, and
I am having a party for some visitors next week.  An Incan King and one of his
daughters is coming to see our beautiful France.  The King told my ambassador he
wants his daughter to learn European ways.  I will have an invitation sent for
you and your Mother, of course.  Your Mother will make a wonderful teacher for
this Princess while she is here."
>
> The King stood and motioned for Jacques to stand.  He hugged Jacques warmly
and kissed him on the cheek.  "Mon fils, please let this new life for you be a
friendly request, not a Royal order."  At that, he turned to leave.  Jacques
bowed as the King left followed by the servants  He heard the door he had come
in by open.  The secretary motioned for him and Jacques swept out the room.  He
was shown to the great front door and out to the carriage.  Gaston was waiting.
>
> "Well?" said Gaston.
>
> "Give me a few moments to think, mon frère," Jacques said still feeling
stunned.  "The lunch was delicious though!" Jacques chuckled, wanting to change
the subject. At that the carriage clattered off through the streets of Paris to
return the two men to Chez Des Mondes.
>
>
>
>
>
>
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> Yahoo! Groups Links
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>
>

Hi Barbara,

In 2011 I was able to see "The Return" episode of Psi Factor (from season 3, I
believe) through Netflix.  I don't know whether they still make this series
available.  I prefer to rent the DVDs rather than do the streaming thing.

Just letting you know in case you want to see the original version.  It is very
well done and very much something of an homage to SP even though the writer
claimed that this was not the case.

Best,  Steve

You can listen to it here!

http://www.facebook.com/l/pAQEwXupTAQHILlBPPiiZdCsYT0yxUzeD7CUTPUG2qBq5Kg/thedra\
mapod.com/drupal/node/502




________________________________
  From: Curt Ladnier <strangeparadiselibrary@...>
To: "strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com" <strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Monday, November 26, 2012 8:06 PM
Subject: Re: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin  (Before Maljardin)


 
Thanks, Barbara.  I appreciate your offer, and would certainly love to add your
story to the other STRANGE PARADISE fan fiction archived on my website. 
Unfortunately, with the hectic holiday schedule, it will probably be awhile
before I can get it posted.  But I'd definitely like to include it.  What
byline would you like it to appear under?  Just let me know, and I'll credit
you accordingly.  Thanks again.
-Curt 

________________________________
From: batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
To: strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Sunday, November 25, 2012 10:55 PM
Subject: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin  (Before Maljardin)


 


--- In mailto:strangeparadise2%40yahoogroups.com, "Curt"
<strangeparadiselibrary@...> wrote:
>
> Kudos on the new story, Barbara!  I'm thrilled to see more fans putting their
personal stamp on the STRANGE PARADISE universe.  Keep up the good work.
> -Curt
>

Thanks.  If you want to put it on your website, I'm ok with that.  And thanks. 
I'm already making notes for more.

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--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, Debby Graham <dnt61350@...> wrote:
>
> I really enjoyed your story.and hope you continue with more.
>
> .Debby


I plan on it - already working on Part II
trying to balance the Maljardin Raxl with Desmond Hall Raxl is a bit of an
issue... ;)

I always thought this was where Dark Shadows played it right.  By having
costumed flashbacks that went on for months to flesh out the characters and the
back story kept people very invested in the characters and the story.  It helped
define motivation for future actions as well.

SP was so confusing about that it got very tiring to try to 'figure it out' when
I was doing the watch-thru.  Maybe its a good thing I missed most of the Desmond
Hall Arc when I was 15!

Barbara

Thanks Steve for the information.
I'm going to get it from Netflix!

Barbara




--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, gothick42 <no_reply@...> wrote:
>
>
> Hi Barbara,
>
> In 2011 I was able to see "The Return" episode of Psi Factor (from season 3, I
believe) through Netflix.  I don't know whether they still make this series
available.  I prefer to rent the DVDs rather than do the streaming thing.
>
> Just letting you know in case you want to see the original version.  It is
very well done and very much something of an homage to SP even though the writer
claimed that this was not the case.
>
> Best,  Steve
>

I didn't have to go to Facebook  I went to the site that Rachael had given
us on Drama Pod and clicked home where the listing for Strange Paradise
took me right in.

Debby

On Tue, Nov 27, 2012 at 9:14 PM, Scott <crmfghtr@...> wrote:

> **
>
>
> You can listen to it here!
>
>
>
http://www.facebook.com/l/pAQEwXupTAQHILlBPPiiZdCsYT0yxUzeD7CUTPUG2qBq5Kg/thedra\
mapod.com/drupal/node/502
>
> ________________________________
> From: Curt Ladnier <strangeparadiselibrary@...>
> To: "strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com" <strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com>
> Sent: Monday, November 26, 2012 8:06 PM
> Subject: Re: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin (Before Maljardin)
>
>
>
> Thanks, Barbara.  I appreciate your offer, and would certainly love to add
> your story to the other STRANGE PARADISE fan fiction archived on my
> website.  Unfortunately, with the hectic holiday schedule, it will probably
> be awhile before I can get it posted.  But I'd definitely like to include
> it.  What byline would you like it to appear under?  Just let me know, and
> I'll credit you accordingly.  Thanks again.
> -Curt
>
> ________________________________
> From: batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
> To: strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com
> Sent: Sunday, November 25, 2012 10:55 PM
> Subject: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin (Before Maljardin)
>
>
>
> --- In mailto:strangeparadise2%40yahoogroups.com, "Curt"
> <strangeparadiselibrary@...> wrote:
> >
> > Kudos on the new story, Barbara! I'm thrilled to see more fans putting
> their personal stamp on the STRANGE PARADISE universe. Keep up the good
> work.
> > -Curt
> >
>
> Thanks. If you want to put it on your website, I'm ok with that. And
> thanks. I'm already making notes for more.
>
> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>
> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>
>
>


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Scott thanks for the announcement.

Debby

On Thu, Nov 29, 2012 at 11:30 AM, Debby Graham <dnt61350@...> wrote:

> I didn't have to go to Facebook  I went to the site that Rachael had given
> us on Drama Pod and clicked home where the listing for Strange Paradise
> took me right in.
>
> Debby
>
>
> On Tue, Nov 27, 2012 at 9:14 PM, Scott <crmfghtr@...> wrote:
>
>> **
>>
>>
>> You can listen to it here!
>>
>>
>>
http://www.facebook.com/l/pAQEwXupTAQHILlBPPiiZdCsYT0yxUzeD7CUTPUG2qBq5Kg/thedra\
mapod.com/drupal/node/502
>>
>> ________________________________
>> From: Curt Ladnier <strangeparadiselibrary@...>
>> To: "strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com" <strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com>
>>
>> Sent: Monday, November 26, 2012 8:06 PM
>> Subject: Re: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin (Before Maljardin)
>>
>>
>>
>> Thanks, Barbara.  I appreciate your offer, and would certainly love to
>> add your story to the other STRANGE PARADISE fan fiction archived on my
>> website.  Unfortunately, with the hectic holiday schedule, it will probably
>> be awhile before I can get it posted.  But I'd definitely like to include
>> it.  What byline would you like it to appear under?  Just let me know, and
>> I'll credit you accordingly.  Thanks again.
>> -Curt
>>
>> ________________________________
>> From: batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
>> To: strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com
>> Sent: Sunday, November 25, 2012 10:55 PM
>> Subject: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin (Before Maljardin)
>>
>>
>>
>> --- In mailto:strangeparadise2%40yahoogroups.com, "Curt"
>> <strangeparadiselibrary@...> wrote:
>> >
>> > Kudos on the new story, Barbara! I'm thrilled to see more fans putting
>> their personal stamp on the STRANGE PARADISE universe. Keep up the good
>> work.
>> > -Curt
>> >
>>
>> Thanks. If you want to put it on your website, I'm ok with that. And
>> thanks. I'm already making notes for more.
>>
>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>>
>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>>
>>
>>
>
>


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Of course, I thought they did a great job


________________________________
  From: Debby Graham <dnt61350@...>
To: strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Thursday, November 29, 2012 3:49 PM
Subject: Re: [Strange Paradise] New SP audio episode

Scott thanks for the announcement.

Debby

On Thu, Nov 29, 2012 at 11:30 AM, Debby Graham <dnt61350@...> wrote:

> I didn't have to go to Facebook  I went to the site that Rachael had given
> us on Drama Pod and clicked home where the listing for Strange Paradise
> took me right in.
>
> Debby
>
>
> On Tue, Nov 27, 2012 at 9:14 PM, Scott <crmfghtr@...> wrote:
>
>> **
>>
>>
>> You can listen to it here!
>>
>>
>>
http://www.facebook.com/l/pAQEwXupTAQHILlBPPiiZdCsYT0yxUzeD7CUTPUG2qBq5Kg/thedra\
mapod.com/drupal/node/502
>>
>> ________________________________
>> From: Curt Ladnier <strangeparadiselibrary@...>
>> To: "strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com" <strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com>
>>
>> Sent: Monday, November 26, 2012 8:06 PM
>> Subject: Re: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin (Before Maljardin)
>>
>>
>>
>> Thanks, Barbara.  I appreciate your offer, and would certainly love to
>> add your story to the other STRANGE PARADISE fan fiction archived on my
>> website.  Unfortunately, with the hectic holiday schedule, it will probably
>> be awhile before I can get it posted.  But I'd definitely like to include
>> it.  What byline would you like it to appear under?  Just let me know, and
>> I'll credit you accordingly.  Thanks again.
>> -Curt
>>
>> ________________________________
>> From: batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
>> To: strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com
>> Sent: Sunday, November 25, 2012 10:55 PM
>> Subject: [Strange Paradise] Re: Avant Maljardin (Before Maljardin)
>>
>>
>>
>> --- In mailto:strangeparadise2%40yahoogroups.com, "Curt"
>> <strangeparadiselibrary@...> wrote:
>> >
>> > Kudos on the new story, Barbara! I'm thrilled to see more fans putting
>> their personal stamp on the STRANGE PARADISE universe. Keep up the good
>> work.
>> > -Curt
>> >
>>
>> Thanks. If you want to put it on your website, I'm ok with that. And
>> thanks. I'm already making notes for more.
>>
>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>>
>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>>
>> 
>>
>
>


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"Coachman, leave M'sieur D'Argent at his home.  It's in a few blocks," Jacques
told the carriage driver after being completely silent and lost in thought since
the Palace.

"So, you are going to keep what the King wanted a secret?" Gaston asked.

"Just for a while, mon frère.  I have some thinking to do." Jacques said flatly.
"You will know soon enough."

"Don't forget, there is a meeting late tomorrow," Gaston said as the carriage
pulled up in front of his home, just a couple blocks from Chez Des Mondes.  He
had learned from past experience not to push Jacques for information.  He would
know soon enough.

"I won't."  Jacques signaled the driver to continue on to his home and horses
clattered forward.

Once at his door, Jacques got out thanking the driver and telling him to convey
his thanks to the King's secretary for the ride.  The carriage clattered away
and Jacques turned to his door only to see Suzanne O'Claire sitting on the
steps.  She had on a pretty but simple gown; almost underdressed for this part
of Paris, if Jacques hadn't known her better.

Jacques let out a huge, audible sigh.  "What do you want little one? Why are you
here?"

"You have something that is mine, Jacques" Suzanne said standing up on
confronting Jacques.

"I have nothing of yours, Suzanne."

"I saw you take ashes from the fire.  Ashes belonging to my fiancé.  They are
mine and I want them" Suzanne demanded.

"Your eyes must have deceived you, Suzanne.  I have nothing like that.  Now run
along like a good petite fille and find a new playmate," Jacques said
flippantly, waving a lace handkerchief at her and continuing up the stairs.

"You are a liar! You lie, Jacques!  You lied about Philippe and you are lying
now.  You have those ashes, I saw you."  Suzanne became belligerent.

"Your anger is very alluring, Suzanne but I do not have them.  And this is the
last time I am telling you.  So unless you want to come in and warm my bed I
suggest you leave, lest I have you thrown out."  Jacques continued up the
stairs, into the house and slammed the door behind him.

Suzanne pounded on the door.  Raxl came up the hall to answer it and Jacques
told her "it's that bothersome O'Claire girl.  Get rid of her, Raxl and make
sure she stays away."

"A curse on your head!  A curse on you forever, Jacques Eloi Des Mondes!"
Suzanne's threats came through the door.  "This will be on your head for
eternity!  You are a liar and a murderer!"

Jacques looked at Raxl, handed her his cape and went into the sitting room to
right of the door.  He heard Raxl open the door and have words with Suzanne but
he did not care.  Moments later he caught Suzanne through the window, tromping
down the street like a petulant child.


He reached for the wine decanter and a small glass.  Pouring himself a drink he
sat down.  He was still stunned from his meeting with the King and growing
angry.  Raxl glanced into the room and reading his mood, decided to continue
away down the hall.

`Is the King exiling me? Is that what this is?' he thought.  `Is he is being
true about the gossip at court and people trying to make my life difficult? Does
he know about the spell the coven and I put on the court to conceal our
membership? Or perhaps it's the King who can't handle the contretemps!'

Jacques got up and got more wine, `The root of it is I have no choice,' he
thought.  `I have to leave and I won't know what to do until I get there.  But I
have some time and have to see a way to use this to my best advantage.  I have
to position things so that I have the upper hand here.  I don't want Louis to
turn my home in the New World into an Inn for his friends wishing a bit of
adventure and free lodgings.  Maybe there are riches to be plucked in the New
World.  There is a great deal of shipping to that area.  And if Louis wants an
outpost there, I might request militia at my disposal.  One that I choose!"

Jacques walked to the window and looked out on the street.  "Paris, you are my
home.  But I will have the merry life I deserve either way.  I don't like anyone
telling me what to do, even if it is the King.  This may be a chance to plow
fresh, fertile fields.  I have time… I have time…" he said aloud.

Jacques finished the wine and went up to see his Mother.  Tapping on her door,
he called "Mere bien-aimee, it is your son."

"Jacques!" his mother called.  Jacques opened the door to see his mother on her
couch, flanked by her two best friends in matching chairs.  They looked like two
crows to him.

"Mesdames…" Jacques bowed.

"Wait downstairs, my darlings, while I speak with my son." Madame Des Mondes
said.  At that her friends excused themselves from the room, nodding to Jacques.
He looked to make sure they had made their way downstairs until he closed the
door.  He turned.  His mother was in subdued attire of dark gray satin with only
silver chain in her hair, which was more simply fixed than usual.  She had
champagne opened on the side table and there were three used flutes next to the
bottle.

"Mother," said Jacques coming to her side and kissing her hand.

"Oh Jacques, we have been through a terrible time have we not?  Yet we still
have each other," said his Mother.  "I hear you were at the palace today.  Is
everything all right?  Was that Suzanne I heard cursing you?"

"Word seems to travel quicker than I" said Jacques.  "Yes, Maman, everything is
fine. Suzanne and I never saw eye to eye.  The poor, deluded child still blames
me for the demise of her beloved.  Now, to answer your first question, the King
was checking on my well-being apparently.  He sends his love and this," Jacques
reached into his doublet and pulled out the packet wrapped in gold silk.

His Mother took it and turned it over.  "Louis and I are past the times of
sending each other tokens of love."  She unfastened it and opened it on her lap.
There was a beautiful silver pendant inlay with a sparkling blue topaz. 
Philippe's birthstone.  On the back was the King's insignia.  There was a small
note which she opened that asked her to come for lunch to Versailles the
following day.

"It seems Louis wishes to see me too, Jacques.  Anything I should know before I
go?"

Jacques smiled, "No, Maman – the King merely wishes to see you.  Check that you
are all right.  You do still love him, don't you?"

"Always," said Jacques mother.  "But make no mistake; I love your father still,
as well.  I don't know what that makes me.  A fool probably."

"No, Maman.  Just a beautiful woman," said Jacques, rising and kissing her hand.
He knew flattering his mother would satisfy her enough to stop asking questions
temporarily.  "I am going to lie down, ma Mere.  I feel very drained."

"Jacques, you poor thing!  This has all been so horrible for us.  But I know the
Des Mondes name is safe with you.  You sleep, my child," said his mother.  "I
will have Raxl send my reply to the Palace."

Jacques kissed her cheek, bowed and left the room.  Upon taking the stairs he
called down in an impertinent voice, "Ladies, ma Mere and her perch are free for
your winged return!" and quickly got to his room, closing the door behind him. 
He knew it was crude but his mother's friends were more like leeches to him;
chasing gossip and wine.

Jacques removed his doublet and sash and laid it on a chair.  He restarted the
fire in the small fireplace at the end of his room and jumped on his bed,
bouncing on his back.  He laughed to himself.  `So much to think about, so many
plans to make' he thought. `And no more Suzanne LaClaire pounding on my door, no
more of my mother's vultures sniffing around, no more Court  spies watching my
every move,' he thought.

He rolled to one side and opened one of the drawers in his nightstand removing a
small locked box.  Jacques pushed aside part of the carving on his headboard to
reveal a small hiding place with a key.  He opened the box.  In it was an amulet
with an upside down pentagram on one side and the Mark of Death on the other. 
"You will be there with me" he said to it, "A whole new place for you and me to
control, corrupt and have some fun."  At that he locked the amulet back in the
box, returned the key to its hiding place and the box to his night side table. 
Rolling back, he looked out the window.  It was night already.  Within a few
moments, sleep overtook him.

Jacques awoke to see the sun seeping around the heavy drapes on his window.  He
went to the washbasin off the door to his room. Splashed his face and dried it
with a towel.  He pulled the bellcord and within minutes, Raxl appeared at his
door.

"Yes, Master?" she said.

"What is for breakfast, Raxl?" asked Jacques as he put on his doublet.

"Breakfast? Master, it is lunchtime!" said Raxl with a stern look.

"Ah! Then my Mother has left for the palace?" said Jacques, looking himself over
in the mirror.

"Oui, Master."

"Then get me some breakfast.  I don't care that it's afternoon.  Some warm
porridge, kippers and warm bread?" said Jacques in an overly sweet tone.

"Oui, Master," Raxl turned to leave and stopped herself, turning back.  "Master,
may I ask something?"

"Go ahead, Raxl" said Jacques looking at her, hands on his hips ready for a
verbal sparring match.

"I received today a letter from the Palace.  Is there something going on I
should know about?" asked Raxl.

"Do you want me to read it to you, Raxl?  I know your reading and writing are
still limited" said Jacques condescendingly.

"No, Master.  One of the other servants will read it to me.  I just wondered…"
Raxl started. Jacques cut her off.

"Don't trust me, Raxl?" said Jacques, with a smirk.

Raxl avoided his question, "I am just concerned there is something I should know
about.  I am loyal to the Des Mondes and protect this family always."

"No, Raxl.  Nothing horrible is in the letter.  We can speak after you… uh, read
it" Jacques smiled.  "Now go get my breakfast together, I'm famished!"

"Yes, Master" Raxl left quickly.

Jacques opened his drapes and windows and leaned out taking a giant breath of
air.  "Paris, I need to savor you while I still can.  But I am busy today!  I
want to get things in motion for my upcoming departure and have some rest before
tonight's gathering."

Jacques withdrew the amulet from its box and put the key and box away.  Tucking
the amulet safely into his doublet he proceeded down to the dining room which
was below his own room.

Sunlight streamed in the long windows making the silverware glisten on the
table.  Jacques poured himself some juice, looked around to make sure Raxl
wasn't watching, and grabbed a nearby bottle of liquor, adding a good amount to
his juice.  He took a sip and smiled.

Raxl entered with a large tray.  She set a bowl of porridge, a small plate of
hot kippers and 3 large slices of warm, buttery bread with a carafe of coffee,
some milk and sugar and a mug down.  Jacques sat down and with a wave dismissed
her and dug into the breakfast.  "No more lying in bed," he said to himself.  "I
must busy myself with arrangements and investigate the possibilities for myself
in the New World."

As soon as he finished he pulled the bell cord to signal he was done, quickly
left the dining room and breezed out the side door.  Walking back to the small
stable the groom saw him coming and immediately started to saddle his horse. 
"You should have told me you were going out today, Master Des Mondes" said
Henri.  Henri had been taking care of the horses and small carriage the Des
Mondes used.

"Master Des Mondes?" asked Henri.

"Yes?," said Jacques helping strap the saddle on.

"What should be done with Master Philippe's horse and saddle?" asked Henri.

"Put out the word that his horse is for sale.  And pack the saddle and his tack,
Henri.  I will need them…. Later" said Jacques getting on the horse and heading
away.  Henri was stunned.  But he knew better than to pry with Master Jacques. 
In fact, Henri felt it was better to not know where Jacques was concerned.

Raxl listened carefully as Charlotte read her the note.  Charlotte was the
washing maid, in charge of daily wash as well as shipping off seasonal clothing
to the Caribbean for it to be cleaned and shipped back.  Raxl, as a girl, had
worked at one of the cleaning stations and was fascinated by the ornate garments
she saw come from Paris to be cleaned.  Charlotte made notes as to what was
shipped and made sure everything came back in good order.

"Mistress Le'Twaire" the note started.  "His Majesty, Louis XIV has offered to
your Master, Monsieur Jacques Eloi Des Mondes, property in the Caribbean for his
personal use.  Monsieur Des Mondes will be taking up residence there and the
Crown requests you accompany him as his housekeeper and to inform him about the
region, as you are a native."

Raxl smiled.  "Merci, Charlotte." Raxl took the note and slipped it into her
pocket.

"You are leaving us, Mistress?" Charlotte asked

"Yes, my child.  You will be fine.  I am very happy to be going home to see my
family and my fiancé, Quito.  I can be with my people and serve Monsieur Des
Mondes as well."  Raxl said.  "And,' thought Raxl quietly, `I can use my powers
there to keep Monsieur in check.  I have things I can conjure him to do for me. 
No one will question a French gentleman.  And he will have no choice but to do
as I will.'

Raxl smiled as she walked back to her quarters.  She would have to ask Jacques
when they were leaving.  This was an answer to her supplications to the Serpent
God.  She missed home and being here after testifying for the Des Mondes family
at the High Court made her uneasy.  Viscount LeComte, her Master's grandfather,
had already come and asked if she knew any more about the coven.  She knew both
the Viscount and Jacques were members but she had lied to keep their secret and
hers.  Raxl thought of the looks she got when she made her weekly visits to
order bread at the baker or meats from the butcher.  She had already changed her
manner of dress since she first arrived in France, but that did not seem to
help. She was tired of being an outsider.  Neither did she not want to reveal
what she knew, or the document she hid and this would allow her a comfortable
exit from the curious and suspicious in Paris.

to be continued....

Hi Barbara, thank you for continuing the story.  .You mentioned some of the
episodes should have been done to a conclusion instead of  leaving the
audience guessing.  I know this makes it difficult to work on a story.  I
usually have to review some of the scenes for my stories but a lot of times
I can't find what I want.  I guess that's where our imagination comes in.

Debby

On Sun, Dec 2, 2012 at 1:16 AM, batyah_9 <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

> **
>
>
> "Coachman, leave M'sieur D'Argent at his home. It's in a few blocks,"
> Jacques told the carriage driver after being completely silent and lost in
> thought since the Palace.
>
> "So, you are going to keep what the King wanted a secret?" Gaston asked.
>
> "Just for a while, mon frère. I have some thinking to do." Jacques said
> flatly. "You will know soon enough."
>
> "Don't forget, there is a meeting late tomorrow," Gaston said as the
> carriage pulled up in front of his home, just a couple blocks from Chez Des
> Mondes. He had learned from past experience not to push Jacques for
> information. He would know soon enough.
>
> "I won't." Jacques signaled the driver to continue on to his home and
> horses clattered forward.
>
> Once at his door, Jacques got out thanking the driver and telling him to
> convey his thanks to the King's secretary for the ride. The carriage
> clattered away and Jacques turned to his door only to see Suzanne O'Claire
> sitting on the steps. She had on a pretty but simple gown; almost
> underdressed for this part of Paris, if Jacques hadn't known her better.
>
> Jacques let out a huge, audible sigh. "What do you want little one? Why
> are you here?"
>
> "You have something that is mine, Jacques" Suzanne said standing up on
> confronting Jacques.
>
> "I have nothing of yours, Suzanne."
>
> "I saw you take ashes from the fire. Ashes belonging to my fiancé. They
> are mine and I want them" Suzanne demanded.
>
> "Your eyes must have deceived you, Suzanne. I have nothing like that. Now
> run along like a good petite fille and find a new playmate," Jacques said
> flippantly, waving a lace handkerchief at her and continuing up the stairs.
>
> "You are a liar! You lie, Jacques! You lied about Philippe and you are
> lying now. You have those ashes, I saw you." Suzanne became belligerent.
>
> "Your anger is very alluring, Suzanne but I do not have them. And this is
> the last time I am telling you. So unless you want to come in and warm my
> bed I suggest you leave, lest I have you thrown out." Jacques continued up
> the stairs, into the house and slammed the door behind him.
>
> Suzanne pounded on the door. Raxl came up the hall to answer it and
> Jacques told her "it's that bothersome O'Claire girl. Get rid of her, Raxl
> and make sure she stays away."
>
> "A curse on your head! A curse on you forever, Jacques Eloi Des Mondes!"
> Suzanne's threats came through the door. "This will be on your head for
> eternity! You are a liar and a murderer!"
>
> Jacques looked at Raxl, handed her his cape and went into the sitting room
> to right of the door. He heard Raxl open the door and have words with
> Suzanne but he did not care. Moments later he caught Suzanne through the
> window, tromping down the street like a petulant child.
>
> He reached for the wine decanter and a small glass. Pouring himself a
> drink he sat down. He was still stunned from his meeting with the King and
> growing angry. Raxl glanced into the room and reading his mood, decided to
> continue away down the hall.
>
> `Is the King exiling me? Is that what this is?' he thought. `Is he is
> being true about the gossip at court and people trying to make my life
> difficult? Does he know about the spell the coven and I put on the court to
> conceal our membership? Or perhaps it's the King who can't handle the
> contretemps!'
>
> Jacques got up and got more wine, `The root of it is I have no choice,' he
> thought. `I have to leave and I won't know what to do until I get there.
> But I have some time and have to see a way to use this to my best
> advantage. I have to position things so that I have the upper hand here. I
> don't want Louis to turn my home in the New World into an Inn for his
> friends wishing a bit of adventure and free lodgings. Maybe there are
> riches to be plucked in the New World. There is a great deal of shipping to
> that area. And if Louis wants an outpost there, I might request militia at
> my disposal. One that I choose!"
>
> Jacques walked to the window and looked out on the street. "Paris, you are
> my home. But I will have the merry life I deserve either way. I don't like
> anyone telling me what to do, even if it is the King. This may be a chance
> to plow fresh, fertile fields. I have time… I have time…" he said aloud.
>
> Jacques finished the wine and went up to see his Mother. Tapping on her
> door, he called "Mere bien-aimee, it is your son."
>
> "Jacques!" his mother called. Jacques opened the door to see his mother on
> her couch, flanked by her two best friends in matching chairs. They looked
> like two crows to him.
>
> "Mesdames…" Jacques bowed.
>
> "Wait downstairs, my darlings, while I speak with my son." Madame Des
> Mondes said. At that her friends excused themselves from the room, nodding
> to Jacques. He looked to make sure they had made their way downstairs until
> he closed the door. He turned. His mother was in subdued attire of dark
> gray satin with only silver chain in her hair, which was more simply fixed
> than usual. She had champagne opened on the side table and there were three
> used flutes next to the bottle.
>
> "Mother," said Jacques coming to her side and kissing her hand.
>
> "Oh Jacques, we have been through a terrible time have we not? Yet we
> still have each other," said his Mother. "I hear you were at the palace
> today. Is everything all right? Was that Suzanne I heard cursing you?"
>
> "Word seems to travel quicker than I" said Jacques. "Yes, Maman,
> everything is fine. Suzanne and I never saw eye to eye. The poor, deluded
> child still blames me for the demise of her beloved. Now, to answer your
> first question, the King was checking on my well-being apparently. He sends
> his love and this," Jacques reached into his doublet and pulled out the
> packet wrapped in gold silk.
>
> His Mother took it and turned it over. "Louis and I are past the times of
> sending each other tokens of love." She unfastened it and opened it on her
> lap. There was a beautiful silver pendant inlay with a sparkling blue
> topaz. Philippe's birthstone. On the back was the King's insignia. There
> was a small note which she opened that asked her to come for lunch to
> Versailles the following day.
>
> "It seems Louis wishes to see me too, Jacques. Anything I should know
> before I go?"
>
> Jacques smiled, "No, Maman – the King merely wishes to see you. Check that
> you are all right. You do still love him, don't you?"
>
> "Always," said Jacques mother. "But make no mistake; I love your father
> still, as well. I don't know what that makes me. A fool probably."
>
> "No, Maman. Just a beautiful woman," said Jacques, rising and kissing her
> hand. He knew flattering his mother would satisfy her enough to stop asking
> questions temporarily. "I am going to lie down, ma Mere. I feel very
> drained."
>
> "Jacques, you poor thing! This has all been so horrible for us. But I know
> the Des Mondes name is safe with you. You sleep, my child," said his
> mother. "I will have Raxl send my reply to the Palace."
>
> Jacques kissed her cheek, bowed and left the room. Upon taking the stairs
> he called down in an impertinent voice, "Ladies, ma Mere and her perch are
> free for your winged return!" and quickly got to his room, closing the door
> behind him. He knew it was crude but his mother's friends were more like
> leeches to him; chasing gossip and wine.
>
> Jacques removed his doublet and sash and laid it on a chair. He restarted
> the fire in the small fireplace at the end of his room and jumped on his
> bed, bouncing on his back. He laughed to himself. `So much to think about,
> so many plans to make' he thought. `And no more Suzanne LaClaire pounding
> on my door, no more of my mother's vultures sniffing around, no more Court
> spies watching my every move,' he thought.
>
> He rolled to one side and opened one of the drawers in his nightstand
> removing a small locked box. Jacques pushed aside part of the carving on
> his headboard to reveal a small hiding place with a key. He opened the box.
> In it was an amulet with an upside down pentagram on one side and the Mark
> of Death on the other. "You will be there with me" he said to it, "A whole
> new place for you and me to control, corrupt and have some fun." At that he
> locked the amulet back in the box, returned the key to its hiding place and
> the box to his night side table. Rolling back, he looked out the window. It
> was night already. Within a few moments, sleep overtook him.
>
> Jacques awoke to see the sun seeping around the heavy drapes on his
> window. He went to the washbasin off the door to his room. Splashed his
> face and dried it with a towel. He pulled the bellcord and within minutes,
> Raxl appeared at his door.
>
> "Yes, Master?" she said.
>
> "What is for breakfast, Raxl?" asked Jacques as he put on his doublet.
>
> "Breakfast? Master, it is lunchtime!" said Raxl with a stern look.
>
> "Ah! Then my Mother has left for the palace?" said Jacques, looking
> himself over in the mirror.
>
> "Oui, Master."
>
> "Then get me some breakfast. I don't care that it's afternoon. Some warm
> porridge, kippers and warm bread?" said Jacques in an overly sweet tone.
>
> "Oui, Master," Raxl turned to leave and stopped herself, turning back.
> "Master, may I ask something?"
>
> "Go ahead, Raxl" said Jacques looking at her, hands on his hips ready for
> a verbal sparring match.
>
> "I received today a letter from the Palace. Is there something going on I
> should know about?" asked Raxl.
>
> "Do you want me to read it to you, Raxl? I know your reading and writing
> are still limited" said Jacques condescendingly.
>
> "No, Master. One of the other servants will read it to me. I just
> wondered…" Raxl started. Jacques cut her off.
>
> "Don't trust me, Raxl?" said Jacques, with a smirk.
>
> Raxl avoided his question, "I am just concerned there is something I
> should know about. I am loyal to the Des Mondes and protect this family
> always."
>
> "No, Raxl. Nothing horrible is in the letter. We can speak after you… uh,
> read it" Jacques smiled. "Now go get my breakfast together, I'm famished!"
>
> "Yes, Master" Raxl left quickly.
>
> Jacques opened his drapes and windows and leaned out taking a giant breath
> of air. "Paris, I need to savor you while I still can. But I am busy today!
> I want to get things in motion for my upcoming departure and have some rest
> before tonight's gathering."
>
> Jacques withdrew the amulet from its box and put the key and box away.
> Tucking the amulet safely into his doublet he proceeded down to the dining
> room which was below his own room.
>
> Sunlight streamed in the long windows making the silverware glisten on the
> table. Jacques poured himself some juice, looked around to make sure Raxl
> wasn't watching, and grabbed a nearby bottle of liquor, adding a good
> amount to his juice. He took a sip and smiled.
>
> Raxl entered with a large tray. She set a bowl of porridge, a small plate
> of hot kippers and 3 large slices of warm, buttery bread with a carafe of
> coffee, some milk and sugar and a mug down. Jacques sat down and with a
> wave dismissed her and dug into the breakfast. "No more lying in bed," he
> said to himself. "I must busy myself with arrangements and investigate the
> possibilities for myself in the New World."
>
> As soon as he finished he pulled the bell cord to signal he was done,
> quickly left the dining room and breezed out the side door. Walking back to
> the small stable the groom saw him coming and immediately started to saddle
> his horse. "You should have told me you were going out today, Master Des
> Mondes" said Henri. Henri had been taking care of the horses and small
> carriage the Des Mondes used.
>
> "Master Des Mondes?" asked Henri.
>
> "Yes?," said Jacques helping strap the saddle on.
>
> "What should be done with Master Philippe's horse and saddle?" asked Henri.
>
> "Put out the word that his horse is for sale. And pack the saddle and his
> tack, Henri. I will need them…. Later" said Jacques getting on the horse
> and heading away. Henri was stunned. But he knew better than to pry with
> Master Jacques. In fact, Henri felt it was better to not know where Jacques
> was concerned.
>
> Raxl listened carefully as Charlotte read her the note. Charlotte was the
> washing maid, in charge of daily wash as well as shipping off seasonal
> clothing to the Caribbean for it to be cleaned and shipped back. Raxl, as a
> girl, had worked at one of the cleaning stations and was fascinated by the
> ornate garments she saw come from Paris to be cleaned. Charlotte made notes
> as to what was shipped and made sure everything came back in good order.
>
> "Mistress Le'Twaire" the note started. "His Majesty, Louis XIV has offered
> to your Master, Monsieur Jacques Eloi Des Mondes, property in the Caribbean
> for his personal use. Monsieur Des Mondes will be taking up residence there
> and the Crown requests you accompany him as his housekeeper and to inform
> him about the region, as you are a native."
>
> Raxl smiled. "Merci, Charlotte." Raxl took the note and slipped it into
> her pocket.
>
> "You are leaving us, Mistress?" Charlotte asked
>
> "Yes, my child. You will be fine. I am very happy to be going home to see
> my family and my fiancé, Quito. I can be with my people and serve Monsieur
> Des Mondes as well." Raxl said. "And,' thought Raxl quietly, `I can use my
> powers there to keep Monsieur in check. I have things I can conjure him to
> do for me. No one will question a French gentleman. And he will have no
> choice but to do as I will.'
>
> Raxl smiled as she walked back to her quarters. She would have to ask
> Jacques when they were leaving. This was an answer to her supplications to
> the Serpent God. She missed home and being here after testifying for the
> Des Mondes family at the High Court made her uneasy. Viscount LeComte, her
> Master's grandfather, had already come and asked if she knew any more about
> the coven. She knew both the Viscount and Jacques were members but she had
> lied to keep their secret and hers. Raxl thought of the looks she got when
> she made her weekly visits to order bread at the baker or meats from the
> butcher. She had already changed her manner of dress since she first
> arrived in France, but that did not seem to help. She was tired of being an
> outsider. Neither did she not want to reveal what she knew, or the document
> she hid and this would allow her a comfortable exit from the curious and
> suspicious in Paris.
>
> to be continued....
>
>
>


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Not just done to a conclusion as much as the back-story fleshed out.  As I said
that's where DS did a great job and people got more invested in the characters &
their motivations made more sense.

I understand about reviewing scenes but there are holes in so many of them,
particularly Desmond Hall.  It just seemed the two story arcs went in such
different directions to tie up loose ends.

Barbara



--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, Debby Graham <dnt61350@...> wrote:
>
> Hi Barbara, thank you for continuing the story.  .You mentioned some of the
> episodes should have been done to a conclusion instead of  leaving the
> audience guessing.  I know this makes it difficult to work on a story.  I
> usually have to review some of the scenes for my stories but a lot of times
> I can't find what I want.  I guess that's where our imagination comes in.
>
> Debby

Hi Barbara,

The problem with SP is that the backstory, and a lot of the continuity, was
changed or outright abolished during the final 13 week story arc on the show.  I
think in some ways that the period around the time of the Key of Life and
Susan's arrival was when the show "jumped the shark."  I still enjoy watching
it, especially for the performances by Colin, Cosette, Jack Creley and a couple
of the other regulars (Pat Moffatt is a personal favorite), but the abrupt
changes in some of the characters, what their past actions and loyalties had
been, etc. makes it difficult at times to take seriously (just speaking
personally).

I haven't had time to read your entire story but it seems you are trying to
reconcile the earlier version of the continuity with the later stuff given out
in the last 13 weeks.  I think one of the problems was that most of the shows
during the last couple of months were written by someone who did not seem to
have the required knack for writing strong supernatural drama.  Sometimes these
episodes are like watching a tennis match as the same ball bounces back and
forth again and again with the same dialogue, barely rewritten scenes, etc.
anything to fill up the content of another half hour.

Just giving my views... I do admire you for trying to perform what I would call
"salvage work" on the final period of the series!

Best,  Steve
-

You are right, Steve.

I'm going to reconcile what makes sense to me. And give more back story; which
is - as I said - where some of the show fell down.

Now I'm even more glad I missed the last 50 shows when I was 15.  ;)

Barbara



--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, gothick42 <no_reply@...> wrote:
>
>
> Hi Barbara,
>
> The problem with SP is that the backstory, and a lot of the continuity, was
changed or outright abolished during the final 13 week story arc on the show.  I
think in some ways that the period around the time of the Key of Life and
Susan's arrival was when the show "jumped the shark."  I still enjoy watching
it, especially for the performances by Colin, Cosette, Jack Creley and a couple
of the other regulars (Pat Moffatt is a personal favorite), but the abrupt
changes in some of the characters, what their past actions and loyalties had
been, etc. makes it difficult at times to take seriously (just speaking
personally).
>
> I haven't had time to read your entire story but it seems you are trying to
reconcile the earlier version of the continuity with the later stuff given out
in the last 13 weeks.  I think one of the problems was that most of the shows
during the last couple of months were written by someone who did not seem to
have the required knack for writing strong supernatural drama.  Sometimes these
episodes are like watching a tennis match as the same ball bounces back and
forth again and again with the same dialogue, barely rewritten scenes, etc.
anything to fill up the content of another half hour.
>
> Just giving my views... I do admire you for trying to perform what I would
call "salvage work" on the final period of the series!
>
> Best,  Steve
> -
>

Hi everyone, I am posting part 3 of my story.  I should have the ending posted
later this week.  Thank you for being patient on how long it took me to post
each part.

Debby

Part  3    Warnings

   As they enter the Great Hall James stands in front of Jacques portrait.  "So
this is the man that has brought evil back to the island."
   "Who me?"  Jacques voice answers.
   "Did you hear that?"  James asks as he glances around the room.
   "You heard him?"  Jean Paul asks as he looks at James.
   "Heard who?"  Charlene asks.
   "A voice."  James replies.
   "I didn't hear anything."
   "Neither did I."  Emily says.
   Charlene glances around the Great Hall. Her gaze stops at an area across the
room.  "My sister died right there didn't she?"
   Jean Paul looks across the room.  "Yes I'm afraid so."
  "Then why Mr. Desmond did you decorate this room in such dark and somber
colors.  My sister would not have wanted you to do that if it's because of her
death."
   "I would say it's an improvement."  Jacques says."
   Jean Paul glances at the portrait then at Emily.  "Emily could you show
Charlene the rest of the house."
   "Charlene I want to show you the kitchen and maybe get some ideas for a
breakfast bar."
     "It's his voice isn't it?'  James asks after Emily and Charlene walk from
the room.
                                                                                                                                              
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   "Yes, how is it that you can hear him?"
   "Since I was a young child I could sense; I guess you could call them spirits
or ghosts.  That is one of the reasons I decided to work in the field of
Parapsychology. "
   "And you think you can help me?"  Jean Paul asks.
   "I don't know, Doctor Harland gave me the file on the events that you believed
happened on this Island."
   "Do you still believe that Erica did not die but went on a murdering rampage
after the loss of our child?"
   "I did until Matt appeared to me, and then that woman in the café."
   "What woman?"
   "She was sitting near the door and as I looked at her she disappeared into
thin air.  Jean Paul I think she was Charlene's sister Vangie Abbot."
   "Vangie?"
   "Yes she stared at me then disappeared.  As we were leaving the café a tarot
card appeared on the table; the card of The Fool.  Then it also disappeared."
   "So it would seem that the Voodoo Priestess has returned."  Jacques says.
   Jean Paul looks at the portrait.  "To send you back to hell."
   Jacques begins to laugh.  "Doctor are you here to take the place of your
brother the fool."
   "Leave my brother out of this."  James says then looks at Jean Paul.  "I truly
didn't believe evil could exist through a spirit or ghost.  The manifestations I
have encountered were looking for peace and to be released from this Earthly
plane."

                                                                                                                                            
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     "My dear ancestor is trying to do just the opposite." Jean Paul says.
  James glances at the kitchen doorway as Emily and Charlene step into the Great
Hall.
   Emily and Charlene join them.
   "Well Charlene do you think you'll be able to help us with a housekeeper?" 
Jean Paul asks.
   "Your wife and I were discussing it; if it's alright with you I'd like to stay
and help for a while myself."
   "Are you sure Charlene? This is the house where your sister died."  James
says.
   "I feel like I am needed here.  And if I heard right didn't your brother also
died here?"
   "Yes."  James replies then glances up at Jacques portrait.
  Charlene looks at the name on the plaque. "So that's Jacques Eloi Des Mondes. 
My father told many stories about him."
   "They weren't stories Charlene; before Jean Paul and I were married I worked
on the family history."  Emily says.
   "I don't think these stories were in Mr. Desmond's books.  My father told my
sister and me  that Jacques was in league with the devil and did the most
horrendous things to the people around him."
   "And now you think this evil has returned."  James says.
   "You heard his voice doctor."  Jean Paul says.
   "I heard something Mr. Desmond; I just don't know what it is yet."
   "Time will tell won't it Doctor Dawson.'  Jacques voice says mockingly.
                                                                                                                                       
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   Jean Paul glares at the portrait.  "Doctor Dawson, Charlene I will have Karl
show you to your rooms."  Jean Paul says as he sees Karl enter the great Hall.
   "Jean Paul I'd like to go to my room and freshen up then start lunch. Emily if
you can advise me on what to prepare I could be ready in a few minutes."
   "I'll meet you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes."  Emily says.
   Charlene follows Karl up the staircase.  Karl stops at the top and glances
down at James.
   "I'll join you in a minute."  James says.
   Karl nods and shows Charlene to her room.

James steps up to the portrait and examines its sides, top and bottom.
   "It's not a trick Doctor. That cursed portrait follows me and believe me when
I say its cursed."  Jean Paul says.
   "Doctor Dawson how is it that you can hear Jacques voice?"  Emily asks.
   "I don't know; first I received a warning from my dead brother, then what I
think is a warning from Miss Montego's sister.  And now a voice that Mr. Desmond
claims comes from the portrait is taunting me.  Everything started when I
arrived on the Mainland."
   "Is this the first time you've had contact with the spirit world?"  Emily
asks.
   "No it started when I was a child but I have never had contact with true
evil.."
   "Then you're very lucky.'  Jean Paul says looking at the portrait.  "I'll show
you to your room Doctor."  Jean Paul says and leads the way up the staircase.
                                                                                                                                          
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    After lunch Jean Paul shows James to the library.  The walls are paneled in
light tan, with floor to ceiling bookcases built into two walls the same color
as the paneling.  A desk sits against the far wall with a swivel chair. On the
side wall is a white marble fireplace, with two white leather armchairs arranged
in front of it..  Next to the chairs are two end tables with reading lamps
mounted on them.
   "Anything that has been written about the Island will be in those books.  You
can use the desk."  Jean Paul tells him. "I'm sorry that the lighting is so
poor, I'll find you another table lamp."  Jean Paul steps to the door.
  "Mr. Desmond?"
   "Please call me Jean Paul."
   "Jean Paul what do you really think is happening here?  What does your
ancestor want?"
   "Knowing Jacques Eloi Des Mondes, everything."  Jean Paul says and walks out
of the room.

   Evening comes over the Island; James has found books on the Voodoo practices
on the Mainland.  There is a tap on the door and Charlene enters with a covered
tray.  "Sorry to disturb you Doctor but you missed dinner."
   James stands and stretches.  "Is it that late?"
   "Yes it's almost midnight." Charlene says as she glances around.  "James it's
so dark and gloomy in here, how can you work?"
   James glances around to see dark wood walls, lit wall sconces mounted to the
walls on each side of dark bookcases.  "I don't understand."
    "What's wrong?"
   "If I told you, you wouldn't believe it."
                                                                                                                                        
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   The sound of mocking laughter fills the room.
   James steps forward and takes the tray.  "I think I would rather eat in the
dining room."
   "I don't blame you."  Charlene says as she again glances around the room.  "I
don't understand why Mr. Desmond would want his library so dark and gloomy the
same as the Great Hall."
   "I have a feeling it wasn't his choice."  James says as he again looks at the
walls.

Everyone is s=asleep when the clock strikes two.   James tosses and turns when
he hears a voice call his name. He wakes and sits up.  "Matt?"
    "James you must protect Jean Paul, the demon grows stronger through each
night that passes."
   "How can I protect him?"  James asks.
   "There is a place here in this house that might have something that could
drive him away.  He cannot be destroyed but he can be contained."
   "Is it the portrait?"
   "No the portrait holds his soul during the day but it cannot contain him
through eternity.  The pact he made with his Master gives him the power to move
from the portrait."
   "Then what?"
   "I don't know but there is someone who does."
   "Who?"
   "The young woman."
                                                                                                                            
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     "Miss Montego?"
   "She will know once she is shown the way.  One more warning brother; beware of
Jean Paul Desmond in the midnight hours."  Matt says then disappears.
   "Matt, Matt?"  James calls out but does not receive an answer.

   Jean Paul's eyes open.  He glances at Emily who is sleeping soundly.  He slips
out of bed and leaves the room, walks down the staircase and walks over to
Jacques' portrait.  A smile appears upon his face as he turns towards the
staircase.  "So your brother thinks that you can defeat me Doctor."
   "Mr. Desmond?"  James says from the top of the staircase.
   "Hello Doctor Dawson, come and join me for a drink."
   James walks down the staircase.  "Did I hear you right?"
   "Whatever do you mean?"  Jacques asks.
   "You said something about Matt and me defeating you."
   "Oh yes your poor brother; it's too bad about him being suicidal."
   "Jean Paul how can you say that?"
   "Because it's true."
   "No it's not, your wife pushed him off the roof of this house."
   "Oh really doctor, are you becoming delusional also."
   "It's all in the reports; the reports that you told the doctor about.."
                                                                                                                                   
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    "Oh yes those reports, I wasn't myself when I told the authorities about the
deaths on my Island.  Now if you will excuse me I think I'll go for a walk."
   "At two o'clock in the morning?"
   "Yes I seem to have a lot of energy tonight."  Jacques says then walks from
the room.
   James watches as he leaves by a side door.

   Jacques strolls through the grounds.  "Oh Jean Paul this will not do."  He
says and walks past the flowers causing them to wither and die.  The grass turns
brown and the fountain stops working as algae spreads over it.  "That's more
like it."  He says with a smile.

   As the sun shines through the bedroom window Emily wakes to find that she's
alone in bed once again.   Grabbing her robe she leaves her room.  Walking down
the staircase she sees Jean Paul asleep on the sofa an empty glass in his hand. 
She steps to the side door and looks outside and cries out in shock and horror.
   Jean Paul wakes and jumps to his feet.  "Emily what's wrong?"
   "Jean Paul the grounds, all the beautiful flowers they're dead."  She says
with a sob.
   Jean Paul joins her.  "No!"  He shouts then turns away and walks to the
portrait.  "Damn you Jacques Eloi Des Mondes leave the Island and us alone!"
   "Don't you like my improvements?"  Jacques asks.
   "Improvements?   This is my Island leave it alone!"  Jean Paul says angrily.

                                                                                                                                        
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    "No Jean Paul Desmond, this is my Island and everything and everyone on it is
under my rule."
   "I won't allow you to hurt more people."
   "There is nothing you can do; I will reclaim what is mine."
   "I will find a way to stop you."
   Jacques begins to laugh.
   Charlene rushed down the staircase.  "Jean Paul, Emily I heard shouting. 
What's wrong?"
   Jean Paul spins around.  "It's nothing, please forgive me."
   Charlene steps closer to Emily and notices the changes that have taken place
outside. "My God what happened?"
   Emily shakes her head with tears in her eyes.
   Jean Paul steps over to Emily and puts his arms around her.  "Don't worry
everything will be alright."
   "I'll start breakfast."  Charlene says then walks from the room to give them
some privacy.
   Emily pulls away and approaches the portrait. "How can it be alright?  I
thought this was ended at Desmond Hall."
   "It was darling.  Jacques may have returned but we will find a way to send him
away forever."

Hi everyone here is the ending of my story.  I hope you like it.  I remembered
to take out my page numbers this time.

Debby

Part 4    Confronting the Evil on Maljardin

   Emily pulls away.  "I'll go help Charlene."  She says and walks out of the
room.
   James walks down the staircase and joins Jean Paul.  "Mr. Desmond I didn't
like the way that you treated me last night."
   "Last night?"  Jean Paul says in puzzlement.
   "You claimed that my brother was insane and took his own life."
   "James please join me in the library; I'll try to explain what happened."  
Jean Paul walks across the room followed by James,
   As James passes the side door he stops.  "Jean Paul what happened?"
   "I'll explain it all."  Jean Paul says and James follows him into the library.
Jean Paul glances around the room.  "Jacques is up to more of his tricks."
***
   "Do you know what you're saying?"  James says to Jean Paul.
   "Yes, my ancestor is able to take control of my body when I sleep. His power
is growing with every night he takes control."
   "But that's not possible."
  "Then how would you explain the changes to the mansion and the outside
grounds."
   "I can't."
   "James there must be a way to stop Jacques."
   "My brother said we will need the help of the Conjure Man's daughter."

    "Vangie is dead."
   "Not Vangie but Charlene. The answer to stopping Jacques is on the island or
somewhere in the mansion."
   "But what, I've had the mansion and grounds rebuilt."
   "And Jacques is changing it back. Maybe I'll find the answer in these books."
   "Emily might be able to help you.  She did research on the Desmond family when
she was at Desmond Hall."
   There is a tap on the door and the door opens.  Emily glances inside. 
"Breakfast is ready."
   "We'll be along in a minute.'  Jean Paul says to her.
   "Emily, Jean Paul told me that you did research on the Desmond family, I want
to ask you if you would help me.   We think there might be something in these
books that will stop Jacques."
   "I'd be happy to help."
   "Good we'll start right after breakfast."

Jean Paul, James and Emily begin to look at the books in the library.  "A lot of
this information is already documented by me." Emily says as she reaches for
another book.
   As the hours go by James glances up at the others.  "I haven't found anything
that will help."
   Jean Paul closes the book in his hand.  "Why don't we stop, we missed lunch.
Emily after we eat I think you should rest; you're beginning to look tired."


    After a late meal James glances around.  "Where's Charlene?
   "Karl took her to the Mainland to pick up some supplies.  They should be back
before it gets dark.  Are you done working for the night?"
  "No I'd like to work for another hour."
   "I have some work I have to take care of if you don't need help."
   "Please go ahead as I said I want to work for another hour; and I agree that
Emily should get some rest."
  "Do I look that tired?"  Emily asks.
   "No darling but I think you should turn in; I'll be up soon."  Jean Paul says.
   "All right; then I'll say good night."
   "Good night Emily."  James says as he comes to his feet as Emily stands.
"Maybe I'll find a way to stop Jacques from taking control of Jean Paul
tonight."
   "I hope so."
   Jean Paul gives Emily a hug and kiss.  "I'll be along soon."

   Later that night James comes across a journal from the Conjure Man.  `This
can't be right.'  He says to himself when he sees the date. `It has to be the
great grandfather to Charlene and Vangie.'  As he reads the journal he takes
notes.
The pirate Jacques Eloi Des Mondes arrived on the Mainland in the mid-1600s.  He
claimed the Island he named Maljardin for himself. There were reports of Jacques
evil (murder, robbery, torture) against the people of the Mainland. He was said
to be in league with the devil.  A man only known as the Conjure Man was the
leader of the Voodoo practices on the Mainland.  Working with him was a Voodoo
Priestess named Raxl. She was accompanied by a mute by the name of Quito..

A Conjure Doll was made in the image of Jacques Eloi Des Mondes, the Conjure Man
performs a Voodoo ceremony and using a silver pin drives it through the temple
of the doll. It traps Jacques in another world or dimension.  The portrait of
Jacques supposedly contains his soul.
"Could it be true?  I heard the voice myself."  James says out loud.
Conjure Man mentions a secret or sacred temple that is located somewhere on
Maljardin where the Great Serpent rules. (Check on this Great Serpent.)   James
adds to his notes.
   Lowering his pen he rubs his eyes and discovers that it is after midnight. He
sees the room begin to fill wispy fog and senses another presence in the room.
Expecting to see his brother he's surprised to see the mysterious woman from the
café. "Vangie, Vangie Abbot?"  He calls out.
   Her form is not solid, she doesn't answer; she turns and walks through the
door.
   "Wait, please wait!"  James says as he jumps to his feet and rushes to the
door.  He opens it; he sees her in the Great Hall.
   The woman stops and glances back then continues to glide to an alcove at the
end of the Great Hall.
   As James rushes towards her she disappears.  Reaching the alcove James
discovers a door, when he tries the knob he finds out that the door is locked. 
There is a noise behind him and James spins around.  Charlene is standing behind
him.
   "Did you see her?"  James asks.
   "See who?"
   "I think it was your sister."
   "Vangie?"

   "Yes she went through this door."
   "James you must have been dreaming."
   "No I tell you I saw her disappear through this door."
  "Charlene reaches for the doorknob.  "Do you know where this door leads?"
   "No."
   "I think I do; Mrs. Desmond told me there was a crypt under the house where
the Desmond family is buried." She turns the knob and the door opens.
   "I just tried that door and it was locked."  James says then glances down a
dark staircase.
   "I saw a flashlight in the kitchen; I'll go get it."  Charlene says and rushes
away..  Walking back to James Charlene flips the light on and hands it to James.
   James walks down the staircase with Charlene right behind him.
   "Do you think we should enter this part of the house?"  Charlene asks.
   "Your sister wanted me to follow her but wouldn't open the door until you
joined me."
   "But why?"
   "There's only one way to find out."  James says as they enter a large room
built of stone.
   "It is the crypt."  Charlene says as she glances at the built in wall tombs. 
She steps closer to James.
   James shines the light around the room. "Let me get these torches lit."  He
says and steps away.  As he gets two of them lit he glances back to see Vangie
standing in front of a wall.  She raises her hand and touches the wall.

    "James I see her, I see my sister."  Charlene says.
  Vangie looks at her then disappears through the wall.
   James steps forward and pushes on the wall that Vangie had touched; he feels
the wall move.
   Charlene joins him and between the two of them they get the passageway open.
   "I think we've found the Sacred Temple."  James says.  "I'll grab one of the
torches; it will give us more light."  He says and hands the flashlight to
Charlene.  After retrieving a torch James again leads the way with Charlene
following him.  They walk through a long tunnel into a large cavern.  James
glances at the floor to see a large painted pattern.   In front of it is a
golden staff.
   "The Serpent God's alter."  Charlene says shining the flashlight on the alter
across from the staff.
   James looks at a slab made of black stone. .  "Charlene this a sacrificial
alter."
   "Yes; my father and the followers of his religion built this Temple to fight
the evil that came to their Island."
   "Charlene this alter was used for human sacrifices."
   "James I can't believe my father would do such a thing."
   "From what I read the Serpent God could only be appeased through a blood
sacrifice and it had to be human."
   Charlene looks at the altar.  "James look."
   He glances down to see a strange necklace.  It had three circles attached
vertically with a cross beam on top with another smaller circle above it; all
made from bronze silver with a heavy chain threaded through the smaller circle.
   Vangie appears and points at her sister then the necklace.

    "No Vangie I don't want it."
   "You must.'  Vangie says as she lifts the necklace and her form becomes solid.
   Charlene shakes her head. "No please."
   "Charlene it's the only way, you are the last of our line.  If you don't do it
Jacques evil will continue to spread, Jean Paul, Emily James and everyone he
comes in contact with will die."
   "If she accepts will it save Jean Paul?"  James asks.
   "Yes." Vangie answers.
   "Charlene please, don't let him win."  James pleads.
   "But my life will never be the same." Charlene says turning away.
   "If he wins you won't have a life."  Vangie says to her sister.
   With tears in her eyes Charlene turns to her sister.  Vangie places the
necklace over her head.
"Now what do I do?"  Charlene asks but as Vangie releases the necklace she
disappears.  Charlene glances at James.
   "I don't know; let's go back to the library maybe the answer is there."
   As they exit the Sacred Temple the door closes by itself.

   "Let's call it a night.'  James says as he stands and stretches.  It's almost
four in the morning." He glances across the room to see Charlene asleep in a
chair.  "Charlene wake up."  He says as he walks across the room and shakes her
shoulder.

     She stirs and opens her eyes.  "We're done for tonight go up and get some
sleep."
   She tries to stand and stumbles; James helps her up and walks with her to her
room.
   As she steps into her room James stops her.  "Don't take the necklace off even
to sleep."
   "Why?"
   "It's just a feeling I have, I think it weakens Jacques Eloi Des Mondes
powers."
   "All right, good night James."
   "Good night Charlene."  James says and walks to his room.  As he enters the
room thunder rumbles and lighting flashes outside his window.

   As the sun comes up Jean Paul wakes to find himself in his own bed.  "Emily
wake up, something has changed.  I don't feel so drained of energy this
morning.'
   Emily sits up.  "What do you think happened?"
   He wraps his arms around her.  "Let's get dressed and talk to the others."
   Emily kisses him and slips out of bed.

   As they enter the hallway they see Charlene just leaving her room.  "Good
morning Jean Paul, Emily I'll go down and start breakfast."
   "I'll go with you and help."  Emily says.


    As Charlene begins to walk past him jean Paul touches her arm.  "Where did
you get that necklace?"
   "Vangie gave it to me.  James thinks there is something in the library  that
can contain Jacques Eloi Des Mondes soul."
   "You mean destroy him."  Emily says.
   "No he can't be destroyed but he can be drained of his power and contained."
  "How?"  Jean Paul asks.
   "I don't know."  Charlene says and walks past Jean Paul fo9llowed by Emily.
   Jean Paul walks in the opposite direction to James room and taps on the door.
   James opens the door.
   "The girls are preparing breakfast.  Charlene told me you might have a way to
stop Jacques."
   "It's just a feeling I have that the answer is in the library."
   "The four of us will begin working in the library after breakfast."
   "I'll join you after I get dressed."  James says and turns back into his room.

   After breakfast James, Charlene and Emily enter the library.
   Emily glances out the door to see Jean Paul pulling on his jacket.  "Jean Paul
where are you going?"
   "Karl mentioned there was a problem with the crew he hired."
   Emily joins him.  "Darling can you blame them for wanting to quit and go back
to the Mainland.  Look what Jacques did to the Island."

    "Emily, Jean Paul; come quick."  Charlene calls from the library doorway.
   They join her and James inside the library.
   "Look what James found, six journals from my father."  Charlene says.
   James passes them out.
   "Where did you find these?  I filled the library myself and there were no
journals."  Jean Paul says.
   "In the file cabinet."
   "All that is stored in there are the receipts for the restoration of the
island and mansion."
   "Either Vangie or my father placed them there." Charlene says as she takes a
seat behind the desk.
   "I'll get another chair." Jean Paul says as Emily and James sit in the side
chairs.   Carrying in a kitchen chair Jean Paul places it next to Emily and
begins to read over the journal in his hand.
   "Listen to this."  Emily says.  They glance over at her. "I call upon the
power of the Serpent God to bind this person, draining him of his power and
sending his soul into the dark abyss.  So deep and dark that your Master cannot
reach you. There's more but I can't make it out."
   "Do you think this is what we're looking for?"  James asks.
   "Look at my necklace."  Charlene says.  They look over at her to see the
necklace  glow a deep red.
   "Jean Paul it's up to you, do you think we should try it?"  James asks.
    Emily turns the page.  "Look at this."

   They crowd around her to look at the journal.  A drawing of the staff with a
serpent coiled around it is shown on the page.
   "If I'm right the staff must be drawn and circled in salt upon the floor in
front of the person or thing the spell is to contain."  Charlene says.
   "Well Jean Paul?"  James asks.
   "Let's get started." Jean Paul says to everyone.
   Emily finds chalk in the desk and walks out into the Great Hall with the
journal in her hand. She hands the chalk to Charlene who draws a picture of the
staff on the floor in front of Jacques portrait while James and Jean Paul
collect boxes of salt from the kitchen.  James walks in a circle around the
chalk drawing poring salt on the floor, as Jean Paul pushes furniture out of the
way to give them more room.
   "From this picture the Priest stands at the top of the staff with the others 
on each side and one at the  bottom." Charlene says.
   "There are only four of us."  Jean Paul says.
   "We'll do what we can."  Charlene says and takes her place in front of Jacques
portrait.  Jean Paul stands across from her and James and Emily on one side.
  They all face the portrait.  James and Emily begin to read together.  "We call
upon the power of the Serpent God to bind Jacques Eloi des Mondes soul; draining
him of his powers and sending him to the dark abyss.     An abyss so deep and
dark that his Master cannot reach him."
   Jean Paul cries out and collapses.
   "Jean Paul!"  Emily cries out.
   They rush over to Jean Paul.  "Is he…"  Emily asks with tears in her eyes as
James checks him over.

   "He's still alive Emily, but his heart rate has slowed and his respiration is
low.  He seems to be in a coma.  Help me get him to the sofa."  James says.
   Between the three of them they place Jean Paul on the sofa.
   "Emily let me look at that journal."  Charlene says.
  Emily passes the journal to her.
   Charlene reads over the previous page then notices the words at the bottom. 
"Emily stay here with Jean Paul, James please come with me."
   "Where?"
   "To find something."  She says as they step away from Emily and Jean Paul. 
"James, how was Jacques bound the last time?"
  "A conjure doll."
   "We have to find it and we don't have much time.  If I'm right we just
sentenced Jean Paul to the fate that we planned for Jacques."
   "Can we reverse it?"
   "No but the spell wasn't done right. Jacques pushed Jean Paul into the abyss
because we had nothing to bind him with.  Because of the link Jean Paul has to
Jacques he took his place."
"Where do we look for the conjure doll?"  James asks.
   "I was hoping you could tell me.  James I need you to concentrate."
   "On what?"
  "I need you to use your ability to see the spirit world."
    James closes his eyes and stands still.  When he opens his eyes he sees a
flickering light near the door to the crypt.  He walks to the door with Charlene
following and reaches for the knob to find the door unlocked. Opening the door
he sees the flickering light at the bottom of the stairs.
  Entering the crypt he walks to a wooden beam and pushes on the side of it.  A
hidden chamber opens; he reaches inside and pulls something out.
   "The Conjure doll."  Charlene says and glances into the chamber.  "There's
something else inside, it looks like a necklace."  Charlene lifts it out to find
a long silver chain. "Look it has the head of a snake at one end the tail at the
other end.  It's got to be the missing part of the spell."
   "We need to get back upstairs."  James says.
   Charlene hands him the chain and takes the Conjure doll; they rush back to the
Great Hall.
   "James Jean Paul's breathing is becoming labored and I can't feel a
heartbeat!"  Emily cries out.
   "Emily we have to finish now."  Charlene says.
   Emily stands with tears in her eyes and walks over to the chalked symbol with
the journal in her hand.
   Charlene takes her place with Emily on her side with James taking Jean Paul's
place.
   Emily begins to read from the journal. Charlene raises the doll.  "We call
upon the power of the Serpent God to bind Jacques Eloi Des Mondes soul, draining
him of his power; sending him to the dark abyss.  An abyss so deep and dark that
his Master cannot reach him."
   James joins Charlene and wraps the chain around the doll.
   The sound of Jacques screams echo around the room and his imager in the
portrait fades.
   "Emily?" Jean Paul says as he sits up with his hand to his head..
   "Jean Paul."  Emily says and rushes over to him followed by James and
Charlene.

   "What happened?"  He asks glancing around as he comes to his feet.
   "You almost died."   Emily says as she steps into his arms.
   Jean Paul glances up at the portrait.
   "It worked Jean Paul."  James says.
   Jean Paul notices the Conjure Doll in Charlene's hand.  "Where did you get
that?"
   "Either Vangie or my father sent it to us.  What do we do with it now?" 
Charlene asks.
   James glances behind him to see Vangie appear.  "Give it to me."  He says to
Charlene.
   Charlene hands it to him and he carries it across the room.
   Vangie holds out her hands.  James places it in her hands and she disappears.
   "I saw her, I saw your sister."  Emily says as she looks at Charlene then
James.
   "So did I." Charlene says.  The room begins to shimmer.
   "Jean Paul it's changed back."  Emily says as the walls turn back the lighter
colors.
   James steps to the library.  "The library is back also."
   Jean Paul places his arm around Emily's shoulder and they walk to the side
door.  He opens it.  "It's over."
   Charlene joins them.  "Thank God  with the help of  my father and sister." 
She says when she sees the outside with flowers blooming and the grass green
once again. The fountain flowing.

     James watches them then turns when he senses something behind him.  He
watches as his brother appears. "Goodby my brother, you did well." Matt says
then disappears.
   "Goodby Matt."  James says quietly then joins the others.

The End.

Sorry about that, it came from one of my own contacts who got suckered, so I
thought was real email

[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

Congratulations, Debby, on finishing your story!  I look forward to reading it.

Have a Joyous Holiday season and a wonderful New Year!

Best,

Steve

Thanks for sharing your work here, Barbara.  I look forward to reading more.

Wishing you all the best for the holidays and a very happy New Year!

Sincerely,

Steve

Hey, Strangers!
If any of you receive an email from my strangeparadiselibrary@... address
bearing the subject heading "Happy New Year", please do not click the link it
contains.  I appears that my email account has been hacked, and I definitely DID
NOT send these messages.  I don't know what the link contains, and I don't want
to know (as I'm sure it's some sort of virus).  Anyway, I do wish each and every
one of you a wonderful 2013, but please disregard the "Happy New Year" email. 
If this continues, I may have to shut down the StrangePardiseLibrary email
account and open a new one.  Sorry for the inconvenience, guys, but I hope
everyone is having a great New Year's holiday.
-Curt

Hi, Strangers!  Just thought I'd let everyone know that I've posted some new
pictures to our FILES section.  Since Heaven only knows when (or if) STRANGE
PARADISE will ever see a release on DVD, I've been indulging my own fantasies by
creating mocked up versions of what covers to a DVD set MIGHT look like.  It's
amazing what you can do these days with a scanner and a cheap graphics program. 
Anyway, take a peek at the new pics, and see what you think.  Maybe someday a
DVD set really will be forthcoming (but until then, I can dream).
-Curt

Awesome!  Love Curt's expression on volume 5.  What a punk!

--- In strangeparadise2@yahoogroups.com, "Curt"  wrote:
>
> Hi, Strangers!  Just thought I'd let everyone know that I've posted some new
pictures to our FILES section.  Since Heaven only knows when (or if) STRANGE
PARADISE will ever see a release on DVD, I've been indulging my own fantasies by
creating mocked up versions of what covers to a DVD set MIGHT look like.  It's
amazing what you can do these days with a scanner and a cheap graphics program. 
Anyway, take a peek at the new pics, and see what you think.  Maybe someday a
DVD set really will be forthcoming (but until then, I can dream).
> -Curt
>