Colin Raff: Torpid Slivers #20-25



When Elsionna d’Esser-Belluvex misbehaved and the weather permitted, she could expect the punishment most enjoyed by her governess Nelfrid — a measure that perhaps did little to change the child’s behavior, but at least seemed effective in the way she greeted each session with encouraging cries of terror. It began with the old woman strapping Elsionna firmly by her knees to her own canopy bed. Then, elaborating on a craft learned from her deceased seagoing husband, Nelfrid would tie the length of curtain draped from the left footpost into a large, exquisite knot. By means of a deliberate arrangement of interstices and creases, this knot resembled a sinister face — especially at nighttime, in minimal light, nodding slightly with the currents of air from an open window. The illusion was enough to frighten all wishes and plans out of Elsionna’s mind, so that she found herself shutting her eyes to avoid this specter and keeping them shut until morning the way people are supposed to.

By the time this story begins, the cloth grimace had become the face of Elsionna’s dread. It was not at all clear to her what would happen once the knot finally opened its wrinkle-mouth and spoke, but she would have to face it restrained and helpless, incapable of preventing what she could not bear to happen.

On this night, however, Nelfrid, old and tired, had perhaps not strapped her down as tightly as before, or maybe she had not accounted for the child’s growing legs becoming less plump around the knees. Maybe. Whatever the case, Elsionna could now wriggle to her north somewhat, until the straps were around her ankles. This gave her just enough leeway to reach beneath the mattress and grope, until she located the buckle that secured her bonds — and freed herself completely.

There was a nice breeze going, and the footpost-knot was nodding more rapidly than usual, and maybe tonight it appeared more malevolent than it ever had before. But tonight she could defeat it! She could undo its face and ruin the spell. Her heart racing, she stood up on the mattress, reached out to the fluttering cloth features and…

“Nooooooo!” screamed the knot, which this time really was alive, for reasons that are still unknown. “Nooooooo! Please don’t untie me. Let me live out my wretched ten-hour existence all the way to its end. Please? In return I’ll tell you a secret.”

Its low voice was pleading and sounded pathetic. When its mouth opened, it assumed a very round shape while folds beneath it suggested a double chin — neither of which Elsionna had envisioned. And she, for whom everything had changed so completely and suddenly, lowered her hands and let it continue.

“On the west wall of your uncle’s guest bedroom is a certain closet where a certain paper lantern is kept that no one will notice missing. It comes with a curved pole with a hook that you can use to keep it hanging above you while you carry it. Light it and stay within its glow, and no person or beast will be able to detect you. You could obtain it right now if you walk quietly. Go now, and please forget all about me!”

And so in this way a new epoch began in Elsionna d’Esser-Belluvex’s life, during which she became an unknown witness, strolling brazenly in the dead of night, exploring the hedge mazes of her family estate, and later, unsafe places further and further afield — where she could view (as we might gaze into a shop window) numerous hideous crimes and other atrocities, about which more later.

To 5 parts water:

  1. 1 part anise
  2. 1 part chloropallidol
  3. 3 parts rohumbabisque (powdered)



We now approach that region of applied science where the most diverse and beautiful rewards await the diligent. Surely the curiosity shared by all concerning this mixture will imbue our experiments with a peculiar joy that will forever change the flavor of our days.

Manufacturers of candy and fireworks often employ this method for the exact measurement of radial stress in hypothetical cylinders. To do so without a loyal and faithful test subject would reduce the precision of their findings as well as our sense of delight.

This solution can solidify when agitated. Simply reheat when necessary, and remember that its ideal consistency is only slightly thicker than water. Brush lightly and evenly. Heed the preceding, and you can take full advantage of the many wonderful experiments available to you.

As we uncover new possibilities and glean new knowledge from our pursuits, so shall our understanding continue to grow. The bliss of increased awareness will improve our experiments until they are safer, easier and more gratifying than our spirits can bear.

Of the stag films unearthed at Glyndrian Ryptosch-Crelleck‘s estate (now the Ryptosch-Crelleck Museum), only one is confirmed to be scripted by Ryptosch-Crelleck himself: the fragmentary Perpheraios, a reel of spliced-together sequences adding up to only ten of an alleged thirty minute original running time. Though it lacks sound, the lip movements of one character match a line (“Oh, why did I not know all that it meant!”) found on a document handwritten by Ryptosch-Crelleck of revisions meant for incorporation into the final script (which is now missing). The thirteen other revised lines are as follows:

How lovely! Please let me try to do it.

It is too beautiful to speak about. See how they shine in the moonlight! 

Keep the door ajar, but very slightly.

No, no, no; this could not be mine. 

Nod your heads to answer yes.

Where am I? What has happened? 

My time will run out with the clock! I want to wear that before I die.

Yes; I am comfortable now. What are they pouring?

Step up to the cradle and wave your hand.

Everyone wants to stare at you while the room grows cold.

It will slowly replace the knife in my eyes.

If you clasp each other now, you might enjoy the winter.

How fortunate are we!

Originally published at Queen Mob’s Teahouse