Chapter 1: The Power of Words
When Uncle Patent died and left the manor to
When five year old Pewter came to his mother and requested he be called “
Afterwards, his mother cried a lot, nagging him with things like “Pewter is a perfectly proud name and you should be grateful!” Secretly he was very grateful: had he been a girl his name would have been Putrid.
His father yelled a lot, “You’re a pitiful product to come from such proud parentage!”
His siblings continued to laugh.
This went on for several weeks. His parents tried everything they could think of to convince their son that
Eventually it was decided that it would serve him right and he became
Uncle Patent had inherited the residence from his former employer.
Patent was a Procurer of Antiquities. His employer had been older millionaire, with no family and a fascination with things morbid and magical.
This little tidbit, about the tastes of Uncle’s employer, had been an unknown to the rest of the family. They were all quite shocked when they came flocking to the old manor after Patent inherited. It was just a bit too uncomfortable for most of them to hang their hat on an iron maiden and their coat in an Egyptian sarcophagus.
After the visit,
It never really worked of course.
“Is it always cold there?”
“Is there a moat?”
“Do any of the walls bleed?”
“Do you have any dragon’s teeth I can use for show-and-tell next Tuesday?”
Uncle always wrote back that the world was full of mysteries and most of the answers would have to wait till he was older. It was a very disappointing response, to say the least. Still,
After attending college,
After all of this, it really was somewhat logical that Uncle would leave the manor to
To this he simply replied: “No, only lent it to my dreams.”