Into the Fairy Lands
Chapter VII
Little Dill’s Army
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The group returned to
Newtown just after midnight. Ed made
sure the house was locked up tightly when they were home. A news article in the Imperial Star, a Deltic
newspaper, outlining an attempted arrest at the Empress Hotel in Bathill the
night they had left the city, proved his prediction of possible capture. That morning, Ed and Travis sat in the living
room. As everyone else was a sleep, the
two young men had decided to discuss what they could do next.
“There
isn’t much we can do,” Ed explained.
“Parliament will debate the matter and decide what course will be
taken.”
“I guess we
can chill ‘til then.” concluded Travis.
“I guess we
could.” Ed looked up at the clock.
Ed and
Travis made their way to the kitchen for breakfast. As soon as Ed put the kettle on the stove,
Ryan came in from work.
“Morning
gents,” he said as he collapsed into one of the chairs in the kitchen.
“Shh!”
snapped Ed. “Zach and Alice are still
sleepin’?”
Ryan said
nothing else but picked up the paper.
Travis
nearly jumped when he spotted Little Dill at the kitchen window. He almost did not recognize Little Dill this
time as he was in an orange coat and a blue collarless shirt. The toy waved excitingly as Travis opened to
window. Little Dill then proceeded to
jump from the counter to the kitchen table and took a seat on top of a saltshaker.
“Mr. Kina’s
beens keeping me busy,” Little Dill explained in his usual way.
“With what?”
asked Travis.
“I can’t
says. It’s top secrets.” answered Little
Dill and then took a surprisingly large bite out of a slice of toast.
“I can’t
imagine what Kina would have you do,” commented Ryan from behind the
paper. “You’re only useful for typing
and even then you wear yourself out dancing on the keys.”
Little
Dill’s face grew red at hearing this.
“You takes that backs!” he snapped.
“Why would
I take back is the truth. I mean, your
too small for Kina to have any real
use for you, he only has you in the order because you have better grammar and
spelling than the other typists.”
Little Dill
began throwing sugar cubes at Ryan with as much force as he could muster. The small doll was so busy in his fit of
furry that he did not notice Ed grab him by the back of his orange coat.
“Why do you
have to provoke him like that?” Ed asked Ryan as he placed Little Dill on the
counter.
“Can’t help
it,” said Ryan with a cheeky grin. “It’s
just fun getting him going.”
The hectic
fight between Little Dill and Ryan woke Zach and Alice, who joined the others
downstairs. Over their breakfast, the
quartet made plans to travel to the river for some sightseeing. When they were finished, they made their way
down the street to a small dirt road that branched out toward a nearby forest.
The Tashford forest, in all its glory, is located just
outside of Newtown near the Tashford River.
Though it was often full of holidaymakers, in the November haze it was
quiet and peaceful. The river still
hadn’t frozen over and there were two or three people on the other side of the
river fishing, trying to get a few more catches before the ice began to build
up. As the group of five wandered
through the area, each keeping to their own vices, they could notice the mud
and dead leaves mixing with the light sprinkling of snow that had fallen the
night before.
Ed took a
seat on a bench, observed the quiet scenery, and slowly drifted into
meditation. He watched Travis and Zach
walking along the bank and throwing stones into the river, while Alice was
walking among the trees. As they enjoyed
themselves, some children came running up to Ed.
“’cuse me
mis’er,” said one, “but our ball’s fallen into the water and’s stuck on a
branch. Could you get it for us?”
Ed called
Travis, Zach and Alice to join him. The
ball in question was caught on a tree branch and was bobbing about in the
water. A plan was quickly made. Travis, while holding on to Zach and Ed,
would reach over to the ball and collect it.
It seemed like a simple plan, but if any lesson can be taken from this
situation: the simplest things can be the biggest headaches.
Travis
leaned out for the ball, which turned out to be further out than first
thought. Zach and Ed moved forward a
bit to help Travis. The mud beneath their
feet began to make them slide and next thing they knew, the three men tumbled
into the river. “I got it!” cried
Travis, as the Zach and Ed sat picking dead leaves from their hair.
“I don’t know what you three were thinking,” called George
from inside the kitchen. “Going into the
Tashford River at this time of the year… you’re lucky Pumpkin Stone and I was
heading down there.”
They were
at the McTrotter home. As soon as George
and Pumpkin Stone arrived, Ed, Alice, Zach and Travis were taken to the McTrotter
house to warm up. George loaned the men
some dry clothes while Emma tended to theirs.
George
emerged from the kitchen with a tray of mugs.
He handed Ed, Zach, and Travis mugs containing a greyish fluid, which
when they drank from it, they spat it out.
“What’s in
this?” shot Zach in disgust.
“Just an
old family recipe.” replied George. “My
mother use to make it when we had the sniffles.
Tea, honey, mustard, salt, and vinegar.
You never forgot your jacket and boots when you left the house after
that.”
“It’s not
too bad if you can move it around your tongue.” muttered Ed to the other two. “Kind of has a tolerable after taste, if I do
say so myself.”
“Have you
seen Little Dill lately?” George
added. “The wee thing was here not too
long ago and when he left, some of our cutlery was gone. Even the Hudsons from up the street have been
robbed.”
“He did say
Kina had put him to work.” piped in Travis.
“But what
job would Kina put Little Dill up to that includes nicking peoples silver
ware?” inquired George.
“If it’s
anything, those brownies will be in on it,” added Ed. “They always like being up to mischief when
there’s nothing to do.”
“If you do
find, Little Dill,” said George “Tell him Emma and I just want our silver
back.”
That night, the group had returned to Ed’s house. Alice stood outside looking down the sloped
grassy plain of the back yard. In the
far left corner was the tool shed, an old, wooden build that was losing some of
its slate panels on the roof. What
attracted Alice’s attention to it were the strange sounds coming from within
the shed.
The noise
sounded like someone rummaging through the shed. Alice slowly made her way to the shed, making
sure not to create any noises as she moved.
The closer Alice got to the shed, the clearer the sounds became. “This won’t do,” called one. “We could use this shovel,” went another.
Alice
looked in. She saw two small figures,
about the same size as Little Dill, searching through Ed’s tool shed. They were dressed in cloths made from leaves
and bark with pointed hats made also from leaves on the tops of their
heads. The two figures turned and looked
at Alice.
“Run,”
called the first and jumped out of a hole conveniently nearby. The second was not as lucky. It darted for the window at the back of the
room, but only crashed into the glass.
The sprite, in a state of confusion, darted for the door, but was caught
by Alice.
“Curse
those coat tails!” it fumed.
Alice
wasted no time bringing the little figure to Ed and the others.
“I figured
it would be a brownie,” said Ed crossly.
“Master
Dill won’t like this,” snapped the sprite, and kicked over a peppershaker.
“What is
it?” asked Zach.
“A
brownie.” explained Ed. “They’re little
sprites, smaller than gnomes in most cases.”
“I’ve got
important business to do,” the brownie cried.
“I can see
that,” shot Ed. “Breaking into my shed
pitching my gardening tools. I have a
good mind to call the police for this.”
“Please
don’t!” cried the brownie again. “Master
Dill would not like that. We have to
prepare for the invasion!”
“Invasion?”
“Aye, the
invasion. Mr. Kina has given Master Dill
instructions to prepare for the invasion of the Milkadoo.”
“You mean
the Manookoo.”
“Yeah,
that’s it.”
Ed looked
to Alice, Travis and Zach for a brief second and then turned to the
brownie. “What is your name sprite?” he
inquired.
“Hob,” was
the brownie’s reply.
“Well, yon
sprite Hob,” said Ed, being cautious not to offend the brownie, “we would be
honoured if you would show us to Lit- I mean Master Dill.”
“I could.
But you will have to swear to me that you’ll not tell anyone about this.”
The way Hob
made the quartet swear was queer. First,
Hob made them stand on their left foot with their tongues sticking out to swear
to the Imp King; then the quartet had to do the same thing on their right foot
and swear to the Goblin King. Once this
was over, Hob led Ed, Zach, Travis and Alice out to the Tashford forest.
It was dark now when they entered the Tashford. The great, mighty, trees looked like long
figures with branches like extended fingers, waiting to reach out and snatch
the others without warning. They were
led off the main path into a section of trees.
Here the group began to feel trapped as the trees became less uniform
and began to jeer out in all directions.
Alice nearly tripped over a fallen tree as they trekked further in. In the distance, they could hear the sound of
metal being struck and the smell of burning wood.
The group
was greeted with an industrious scene.
Great ovens were being fed with coal, wood and any other flammable fuel
available, while brownies took turns jumping on hand-made billows to keep the
fires burning. Some brownies dumped
carts loaded with cutlery and garden tools into large caldrons for
melting. The melted metal was then
transferred on makeshift cranes to stands where they were molded and forged
into swords, shields, arrowheads, and other weaponry.
Overseeing
all of this work was a small figure, standing on a tree branch and dressed in a
military uniform. Hob jumped up to the
figure and whispered something to it, and then the brownie leaped back down to
join the others. The figure then grabbed
what looked like a vine or rope and swung down to the five nearby.
“So this is
what you’ve been up to,” said Ed, “Little Dill.”
“Hellos.”
the little toy greeted.
“Looks like
you are raising an army,” added Travis, stating the obvious.
“Yeses I
ams,” Little Dill replied.
“Who put
you up to this?” asked Alice.
“Mr.
Kina. He tolds me to goes and tells
anyone who woulds listen. I wents all
over the town withs a sign and no ones listened, except the brownies.”
“We could
tell,” added Ed. “They’ve been using
their ability of entering people’s houses to nick cutlery and other metal
objects to forge your weapons.”
Little Dill
looked startled. “You didn’t tells me
this metals was stolen.” the little toy snapped to a brownie pushing a
wheelbarrow.
“You didn’t
ask,” was the brownie’s reply and then set off again.
“I didn’ts
mean to steals,” said Little Dill, still shocked over what had just happened.
“Don’t
worry,” assured Ed. “I’m sure Bug-a-boo
will kindly magic new cutlery and such for those robbed.”
After the event in the Tashford Forest, Ed, Travis, Zach,
and Alice, made their way back to the house. Little Dill joined them, as he was
too disgusted at the actions of the brownies to continue overseeing their
work. Once home, the five sat in the
sitting room, sipping some tea while Little Dill told them of his many
adventures. As the night drew on, Ed,
Alice, and Travis left for bed, leaving Zach and Little Dill alone.
“Aren’t you
scared of going to war?” asked Zach.
“Nope,”
Little Dill answered confidently.
Zach was
surprised. “How come?”
“I’ve seen
peoples die alls the time. I used to be
owned by Bennie-man Frankie-lan’s daughter, Sarah.”
“Sarah?”
“Yeps. She was my best-est friend, or she used
to. When she gots too old fors me, I ran
away. I traveled all over the colonies,
I even saws the revolution. Then I
wandered some mores and saw the Civil War…”
At this
point, Little Dill’s voice trailed away.
Zach wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn there was a tear coming from
the doll’s eye. “You must have seen a
lot of death during that.”
“Yeah. I can remember walkin’ into a small town in
the south. There was a little girl
theres who found me. Everydays, she
would take me to the garden in the back of her homeses. Her names was Ellen. One days, we were playin’, then there cames
the sound of gunses. The little’s girl
droppeded me as she ran back to the house.
I watcheded as Sherman’s Union soldiers burned the whole town to the
grounds. Whens I returned to that town
later, the girl was gones. I don’t know
what happened to that girl. I’ve heard
that the whole family died in the fire, but I can’t believes it… Zachy, I can’t stands war. I don’ts like people fighting and killing
each other over dumb stuff.”
“If you
think war is so terrible, why are you raising this army?”
“Some ones
has to.” the little toy replied. “I
would give up my pacifisms for the chance to save those I love.”
Little Dill
then looked to the window and stared at the stars, it was the first time anyone
saw Little Dill look sad. Anyone who
knew the toy was a happy soul, with the habit of getting into trouble now and
again, but here, this subject of war and the remembrance of the horrors of his
past, made Little Dill show his true side.
A side that was masked by a wide grin and flashy coat tails, a side
saddened by the mere fact that he was almost immortal.
Zach, not
knowing what he should do, left the little toy alone.