Stephen Messer - The Death of Yorik Mortwell

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Inspired by the artwork of Edward Gorey,
author Stephen Messer delivers a mock-Gothic tale about poor Yorick (alas!), son of the Gamekeeper at venerable Ravenby Manor, who meets an untimely demise—in chapter one! Worry not, dear reader, for Yorick returns in ghostly form, intent on revenge. In the course of his hauntings, however, ghostly Yorick discovers that all manner of otherworldy creatures inhabit the manor grounds, and that he has a part to play in saving not only his still-living orphan sister but also the manor and everyone in it.
For every young reader who enjoyed the dour dalliance of
here is Stephen Messer's playful homage to the poor orphans of Charles Dickens, the bleak poetry of Edgar Allen Poe, and the exaggerated characters of Roald Dahl.

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She put out one hand. From the ground, a twig flew to her. Instantly it sprouted leaves. “Where are they?”

“Ah …!” Yorik swept his arm toward the on-rushing horde of Yglhfm .

From the dark wave, a multitude of voices combined to thunder in victory. YOU WILL SERVE US!

The Princess looked crossly at the horde. “Oh, you’re still here? Don’t you ever give up?”

She pointed her leafy twig.

“Caterpillars! All of you! Now!”

Chapter Sixteen

Yorik felt as though he had looked into the sun He blinked until his vision - фото 29

Yorik felt as though he had looked into the sun. He blinked until his vision returned. When it did, he saw a quiet, starry sky, and wispy clouds catching on the steeples and gables of Ravenby Manor. He didn’t see any Yglhfm . He saw the smirking Princess.

“You destroyed the Dark Ones!” Yorik exclaimed.

The Princess shook her head. “Not at all,” she said. “That would be a terrible thing to do!”

“Then what happened?”

“Exactly what I said would happen if they ever came around my beautiful glade,” said the Princess with immense satisfaction. She nodded toward the ground.

Yorik looked down. Now he could see, wriggling in the grass and stretching in all directions, thousands upon thousands of fat white caterpillars. “But aren’t they still …”

“Evil?” replied the Princess. “Yes, of course, but only in a sort of limited, caterpillar way.”

“What should we do with them?”

“Do with them? What do you mean, do with them?”

“We can’t just leave them here,” said Yorik.

“Why not?” The Princess sniffed. “They’re beautiful caterpillars. Any day now they’ll spin their chrysalises and turn into butterflies and fly away.”

“But what about their own world? It’s full of millions of Dark Ones.”

“Well, it’s full of caterpillars now,” mused the Princess. “Sounds as though they’ll rather like it there.”

Yorik thought of all the floating masses of green vegetation. He hesitated, imagining a mountain-sized evil butterfly. “Still,” he said, “I’d be worried about them coming back through the portal.”

“I told you, they’re all caterpillars,” she said in irritation. “Who cares?”

“Please,” said Yorik.

The Princess sighed. “Very well. For you.” She reached her twig out and rapidly drew the tablet runes upon the air in silver flame. They lingered a moment, then faded, accompanied by the dead echo of a red lion’s roar. She giggled. “Goodness, it’s fun to do things the old-fashioned way sometimes.”

“So that’s it?” asked Yorik. “The portal is sealed?”

“Oh yes,” said the Princess. “And forever. You can’t break my magic with a silly hammer!”

Yorik looked up at the Manor. It seemed completely back to normal, though entirely dark, no lamps alight with all the residents gone. And the sky had no flame-blue clouds. “I don’t understand why your father let them destroy his body. Why didn’t he fight the Dark Ones himself?”

The Princess rolled her eyes. “Oh, it was my responsibility, really, and Father says you haven’t learned how to do something properly until you’ve done it yourself. He’s very irritating sometimes.”

“My father used to say the same thing,” said Yorik.

Both were quiet for a moment.

“My sister,” said Yorik. “Susan was inside the wreck, in the topiary garden.”

“Easy!” exclaimed the Princess. “Let’s go!” She lashed out with her leafy twig. Yorik hardly had time to register the return of his right hand before the Princess seized it and they shot up into the air.

The Princess’s glow got brighter as they rose, with bits of silver streaming out behind her, until Yorik began to feel much like a comet.

Their comet orbited all of Ravenby Estate, high, high above.

“Erde!” shouted Yorik. “I see her!”

The age of ice on the Estate was long past, but the four hills were still there, jutting up crookedly like knees and shoulders. Two ponds made perfect eyes, and the running creek made a wide mouth that shone up at them in reflected comet glow.

“Erde, my sister!” cried the Princess. “I restore you!” Her twig leapt, and boulders shot from the earth, and the creek seemed to bend into a smile.

“Susan!” Yorik spied the wreck of the Indomitable , with Lord Ravenby beside the crashed cabin, crying out the girl’s name and wrenching at a smashed door with an iron rod. The door burst open, and then he was pulling her free. From thousands of feet in the air, Yorik could see the concern on Lord Ravenby’s face.

“He was trying to protect her,” said Yorik, proud of his sister.

“Oh, it’s your little ghost friends!” said the Princess. “Do you want to say hello?”

The comet swooped down, past the wreck and over the Wooded Walk. There they saw the ghosts of Doris and Thomas standing on the path. Doris had thrown her arms around Thomas’s neck and was sobbing into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Thomas,” Doris was bawling. “I’m sorry I was such a terrible sister!”

“There, there,” answered Thomas uncomfortably, patting her on the back. “You can make up for it now.”

“Let’s leave them alone,” suggested Yorik, and the comet flew back up into the sky.

“Well,” said the Princess, “what shall we do next?”

“The topiaries!” said Yorik.

The comet swooped over the garden. The fires were out, and all that remained were the charred stumps of the animals.

“Can you grow them back?” asked Yorik.

Can I?” cackled the Princess. The twig shot out, and the topiary garden exploded in green.

“Rise, hare!” shouted the Princess in delirium. “Rise, all you bears and … animals and things!”

Before Yorik’s eyes the animals grew swiftly, the topiary hare towering over them all. Then each one turned and bowed low, even the hare, toward the Princess’s comet.

On a stone bench in the garden, Lord Ravenby was sitting beside Susan giving her water from a canteen. Lord Ravenby looked very tired, and Yorik worried about them finding their way home in the dark.

“Don’t be concerned, Yorik,” said the Princess. She pointed the twig, and a ghostly light like a flickering lamp appeared in the forest a short distance from the humans. “There’s a will-o’-the-wisp to guide them home. Your sister will know to follow it.”

Susan, seeing the wisp, coaxed Lord Ravenby to his feet, and off they went along the Walk as the light receded before them, drawing them on toward Ravenby Manor.

The Princess, cometlike, glowed among the stars for several more nights before finally wheeling out of view.

After she had gone, Yorik gathered in the water garden with Doris and Thomas, and Hatch and Dye too, and the other green spirit-hounds, now beings of pure light, their physical bodies buried days ago.

The hounds seemed to know what to do without being told. They raced about, woofing and snuffling at the grass, leaping on the children and licking their hands, and tussling in the fountains. Then, as one, they made a great leap and vanished upward toward the stars.

“It’s like this,” explained Yorik to Doris and Thomas, looking up after the hounds. “You sort of lean back and look at the Milky Way, and see how it moves like a river.…”

“I do see,” said Thomas, hushed.

“Me too,” said Doris quietly. She took her brother’s hand. “Goodbye, Yorik.”

“Goodbye,” said Thomas.

“Goodbye to you both, and farewell,” said Yorik. He watched as brother and sister fell upward into the universe.

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