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<title>Der Fall Von Adelice</title>
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<description><![CDATA[The young seamstress Adelice is working at the shop when she hears a plan to assassinate the mayor. This leads to an adventure to save the world.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 22:57:54 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Chapter 1 : In which Adelice Eats a Muffin</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 17:40:25 -0400</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Knock knock knock! Groaning, Adelice rolled over, covering her head with the pillow. Knock knock knock! &quot;Go 'way!&quot; Adelice half-mumbled. 
&quot;It's time for breakfast, Adelice!&quot; a young boy's voice called through the door.
&quot;Adelice, time for breakfast!&quot; another boy echoed. Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock! Adelice grumbled death threats and slithered out of bed head first, pulling her blankets with her. Crawling to the door, she reached up and unlocked the dead-bolt. The door swung open and her twin brothers, Adalric and Ansel, burst into the room, with their horrible bright and cheerful faces. They got down on the floor and stuck their mirror-image faces into Adelice's. &quot;Morning!&quot; They yelled. 
&quot;Gah!&quot; Adelice covered her ears. &quot;Don't yell!&quot; They just grinned. Already dressed for school in their suspendered trousers and shirts, their hair looked like ruffled baby-chick feathers. 
&quot;C'mon! Mum says to come and eat! And we've got permission to drag you!&quot; Despite being only six, combined they had the strength of a twelve year old boy. 
&quot;Fine, fine...&quot; Adelice stood up and followed the boys down the stairs. The smell of muffins wafted through the air and Adelice sighed with want. Already sitting down at the wooden table in their somewhat cramped kitchen was Adelice's mother, father, and 15 year old sister, Astrithr. A basket full of picture perfect blueberry muffins had been placed in the middle of the table. 
Astrithr turned and glared at Adelice. &quot;Please, take your time, your highness.&quot;
&quot;Careful, Astrithr, you wouldn't want any of your beaus to see that face.&quot; Adelice plopped down at the table, next to the twins. 
&quot;At least I have beaus. Not a single boy in London would ever look at you!&quot;
Mother rapped her fork on the table. &quot;Hush.&quot; She turned to Father. &quot;Say grace, dear.&quot;
Father folded his hands and bowed his head, everyone else following suite. &quot;Father, we thank you for this meal, bless it to our bodies. Amen.&quot; As soon as amen's were mumbled around the table and Mother and Father had taken their share of muffins, chaos broke loose. Ansel and Adalric dove for the muffins, but Astrithr swatted their hands away, grabbing several for herself. Adelice snuck her hand into the basket and grabbed two. Adalric and Ansel groaned, seeing only three muffins left in the basket. 
&quot;Muuum!&quot; They whined. 
Mother didn't look up from her plate. &quot;Adelice, Astrithr, share with your brothers.&quot; Adelice and Astrithr sighed, relinquishing one muffin each.
&quot;Whoo!&quot; the twins cheered. 
&quot;No yelling at the table.&quot; 
&quot;Sorry, mum.&quot; They whispered
Father looked up as he took a swig of water. &quot;Adelice, don't you have to be at work soon?&quot;
&quot;What time is it?&quot;
&quot;Eight-thirty.&quot; 
&quot;What?!?&quot; Adelice shot out of her chair and raced back upstairs, leaving her blankets behind. She slipped out of her nightgown and threw on a plain brown dress and white apron over her drawers and yanked on some socks. Dunking her face into the washbasin, she scrubbed at her breakfast crumbs, then raked through her hair with her fingers pulling her blonde hair back into a bun. Careful not to fall down the stairs in her socks, she ran back downstairs to the front door. 
&quot;You're going out like that?&quot; She heard Astrithr call, but didn't have time to retort. She pulled on her shoes and coat then darted out the door.
&quot;Bye!&quot;
&quot;Bye Adelice!&quot; the twins called after her]]></description>
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<title>Chapter 2 : In Which Adelice is Late</title>
<link>http://www.textnovel.com/story/Der Fall Von Adelice/3655/2/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 00:02:19 -0400</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[&quot;Sorry I'm late!&quot; Adelice called as she burst into the shop. Three uptight-looking ladies in their finery turned and glared at her. &quot;Sorry,&quot; she whispered, curtsying. They humphed, turned their backs on her and continued chatting. Careful not to evoke thier wrath again, she crept into the back room. She found Sophie sitting at her bench, sewing away. &quot;Where's her almighty highness?&quot; Sophie jumped and let out a little 'eep', not having noticed Adelice arrive. &quot;Sorry.&quot;
Sophie shook her head then pushed her glasses back up her face. &quot;Mademoiselle is feeling ill and won't be coming in until later.&quot; She sounded like she had rehearsed this.
Adelice snorted. &quot;What's with the harpies out front?&quot; Adelice sat down on her bench by the window and scavenged for her supplies in the drawers. Sophie continued her sewing. 
&quot;They've come to order dresses for the ball in a few weeks but don't wish to speak to anyone but Mademoiselle.&quot; 
Adelice rolled her eyes. &quot;If only they knew who actually did the work. Her highness is probably sleeping off a drink somewhere.&quot;
Sophie nodded. &quot;A messenger came by earlier saying she had been at the Piggy Penny all night.&quot;
Threading a needle, Adelice sighed. &quot;Well, at least we'll actually be able to get some work done.&quot;
&quot;If anyone places an order, that is.&quot;]]></description>
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<title>Chapter 3 : In Which Adelice Faces a Monster</title>
<link>http://www.textnovel.com/story/Der Fall Von Adelice/3655/3/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 01:27:57 -0400</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[It wasn't until it was well past noon that Mademoiselle decided to show up. Her bonnet was pulled down low over her eyes and she winced at the slightest of sounds. Adelice and Sophie knew she had arrived when they heard the harpies in the outer room (Adelice wondered at their tenacity) twitter their sympathy and worry for the poor sick Mademoiselle.
&quot;Oh, you poor dear!&quot; Adelice craned her neck towards the door, hoping to hear how Mademoiselle was going to pull this one off. Mumbling something about a slight chill, Mademoiselle took their orders, then ushered them outside. &quot;Feel better soon, dear!&quot; She heard one of the harpies call. 
Footsteps neared the door and Mademoiselle creaked open the door, wincing all the while. She must have had the messenger fetch her a change of clothes as well, seeing as she wasn't wearing the clothes she'd worn yesterday. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she held a hand against her temple, but she was still dressed in the utmost fashion. 
&quot;Bloody...&quot; She grumbled. Neither Adelice nor Sophie looked up from their work. &quot;You.&quot; She pointed at Adelice. &quot;Adelice.&quot; Adelice looked up from her sewing.&nbsp; &quot;Mrs. Mienershaagen wants this done by next week. You should still have her measurements from last time.&quot; She handed a slip of paper to Adelice. This is going to be one monstrous dress. In the order, Mrs. Mienershaagen specified that she wanted the body to be made of purple velvet, lace trim that was trimmed with beads, and feathers pinned throughout the skirt. &quot;You, the other one.&quot;
Sophie didn't look up from her work. 
&quot;My name's Sophie.&quot;
Mademoiselle put her hand over her eyes and massaged them. &quot;Yes, Sophie, Ms. Rachenberu wants this before Friday.&quot; She handed the paper to Sophie, who held out her hand, not bothering to look up.&nbsp; &quot;And both of you can work on Mrs. Floofenhaus' dress.&quot; She set the last sheet of paper on the desk that sat in front of both of them. &quot;I am going to lie down...&quot; Mademoiselle stumbled up the stairs that led to her lair. 
After they were sure she couldn't hear them, Adelice and Sophie scooted their benches closer together and compared notes. &quot;What's yours like?&quot; Sophie asked.
&quot;Ugh, mine's horrid. Mrs. Mienershaagen want feathers pinned all over. Feathers of all things!&quot;
Sophie grimaced. &quot;Where in the world did she get such an idea? She probably thought she could outdo Mademoiselle's dress from the ball last month. You know, the one with the single feather across the bosom?&quot; 
Adelice nodded. Though Mademoiselle was a bit of a slush and almost never did any work, both Adelice and Sophie had to admit that she knew fashion better than anyone else in the city. Adelice sighed and shook her head. &quot;Silly Mrs. Mienershaagen. More is not always better. What'd you get?&quot;
&quot;Oh, nothing quite as interesting as feathers everywhere. Just silk with some beading on the hem and lace around the throat and cuffs.&quot; 
&quot;Lucky. I don't even know where I'm going to get such a large amount of feathers!&quot;
Sophie looked over the project they were supposed to make together. &quot;Just find a chicken.&quot;
&quot;Oh, yes, I'm sure that would go over quite well. Imagine, chicken feathers on Mrs. Mienershaagen's dress!&quot; 
Sophie smirked. &quot;Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out. This last order is pretty simple as well. Nothing unusual.&quot; 
&quot;Well that's good. But seriously, where am I going to get all these feathers?&quot;]]></description>
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<title>Chapter 4 : In Which Adelice Looks for Feathers</title>
<link>http://www.textnovel.com/story/Der Fall Von Adelice/3655/4/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 12:40:34 -0400</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[&quot;Excuse me, sir, but do you by any chance sell feathers?&quot;
The farmer had a piece of grass hanging out of his mouth and a bewildered look on his face. The bustle of the market swooshed around them in their awkward moment of time. The farmer pointed backwards into his stall where a cow stood. &quot;Yes, I see you have a cow, but do you have any feathers?&quot;
The farmer looked around and put his hands up in the air. &quot;Do you see anywhere I'd get me some feathers?!?&quot;
&quot;Well, I just thought...&quot;
&quot;I'm a DAIRY farmer! Not some bird-brained chicken master!&quot;
Adelice backed away from the stall, half-curtsying. &quot;Sorry, of course not, sorry,&quot; She mumbled then turned and scampered down the street. She put her hands on her head and pulled at her hair. &quot;Where in the world am I supposed to get all those feathers?!?&quot; Adelice screamed in frustration, earning herself some odd looks. She attempted a smile at the people around her. &quot;Don't mind me,&quot; she said to herself behind gritted teeth, &quot;I'm just some crazy person looking for some bloody feathers!&quot;
It wasn't until an hour later that Adelice came upon some good fortune. &quot;Excuse me,&quot; she asked the elderly gypsy lady in the stall, &quot;You wouldn't by any chance be selling any feathers, would you?&quot;
The lady squinted up at Adelice with one eye, the other missing, wrinkled skin falling over the socket. Adelice managed to contain her reaction. &quot;Why yes,&quot; the lady slithered out &quot;I do have me some fikfooten feathers to sell.&quot; Suddenly this weathered old hag appeared an angel to Adelice. 
&quot;Really? You really have fikfooten feathers?!?&quot; The lady nodded. Adelice hugged the old hag-angel. &quot;Oh, thank you thank you thank you!&quot;
The gypsy pried Adelice off her. &quot;I wouldn't be thankin' me yet...&quot; She rubbed her thumb and pointer finger together.
&quot;Oh, yes, of course, how much are they?&quot;
&quot;20 pounds each.&quot;
&quot;What?!?&quot; Adelice shrieked, then covered her mouth. &quot;20 pounds each?!&quot; she whispered. &quot;Are you mad?!&quot; 
The gypsy grinned. &quot;Fikfooten feathers are very hard to come by these days...&quot;
Adelice did the math in her head. To cover a whole skirt, she'd need about thirty... So that would be... 600 pounds! Adelice pulled her coin purse out from her skirts. Not nearly enough! She sighed. &quot;Alright, I'm going to need 30 fikfooten feathers delivered to Mademoiselle Claire's sewing shop on fifth street. You shall be paid when you arrive.&quot; Adelice turned and stalked off before the gypsy lady could object.]]></description>
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<title>Chapter 5 : In Which Adelice Faces a Dragon</title>
<link>http://www.textnovel.com/story/Der Fall Von Adelice/3655/5/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 23:27:51 -0400</pubDate>
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 Back at the shop, all was quiet, Mademoiselle still asleep upstairs, and Sophie still sewing. Adelice took off her hat and set it on the desk. &ldquo;Well, I found some feathers.&rdquo;


Sophie turned and looked at Adelice. &ldquo;So? Where are they? These monstrous feathers?&rdquo;



&ldquo;A gypsy woman is going to bring them around soon. But I&rsquo;m in a bit of a bind&hellip;&rdquo; Adelice twisted her hands and smiled.



Sophie sighed and turned back to her sewing. &ldquo;How much were they?&rdquo;



&ldquo;sixhdlskdf&hellip;&rdquo;



Sophie gave Adelice a look. &ldquo;What was that?&rdquo;



&ldquo;Sixhundslfkjsldkfj&hellip;&rdquo;



Glare. &ldquo;Do you want me to strangle you?&rdquo;



&ldquo;Six hundred pounds.&rdquo;



Sophie shot off the bench, dropping her sewing. &ldquo;Six hundred-&ldquo; She slapped her hand over her mouth. &ldquo;Breathe, Sophie&hellip;&rdquo; Adelice heard her murmur. &ldquo;Breathe&hellip;&rdquo; She exhaled and straightened her dress. &ldquo;Just what kind of feathers did you order?&rdquo;



&ldquo;Fikfooten feathers&hellip;&rdquo;



Sophie rolled her eyes heavenward. &ldquo;You just had to pick out the most expensive feathers in the entire country!&rdquo;



&ldquo;They were the only ones I could find!&rdquo;



&ldquo;Shh!&rdquo; Sophie put her finger over her pursed lips. &ldquo;Do you want to wake Mademoiselle?!&rdquo;



Adelice slumped onto her bench. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to have to talk to her anyways. I don&rsquo;t have nearly enough money for the feathers.&rdquo; 



&ldquo;You-&ldquo; Sophie froze as footsteps were heard above them, then slid onto her seat. &ldquo;Start working!&rdquo; She hissed. 



Walking down the stairs, Mademoiselle&rsquo;s bonnet was gone, and her honey-blonde hair was disheveled. The clothes that had been immaculate before were now all wrinkled. &ldquo;What are you two babbling about?&rdquo; She groaned, hand on head. 



Adelice stood, valiant, and prepared to face her doom. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s about Mrs. Mienershaagen&rsquo;s order&hellip;&rdquo;
 &ldquo;Which one was that?&rdquo;



&ldquo;The one with the feathers.&rdquo;



&ldquo;Oh, yes, that awful thing. What about it?&rdquo;



&ldquo;Well, I went to the market and found some feathers for it&hellip;&rdquo;



Mademoiselle stared at Adelice. &ldquo;&hellip;so? What about these feathers?&rdquo;



&ldquo;Well, it was very hard to find feathers at the market, so I ended up ordering some-&ldquo; KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Mademoiselle grabbed her head and moaned. 



&ldquo;Who is it?!&rdquo; She yelled, then regretted, whimpering. She limped out to the main room, Adelice following her. She swung the door open and there stood the gypsy woman, a basket of fikfooten feathers on her back. Mademoiselle stared down at the gypsy woman, who was about half her size. &ldquo;Yes?&rdquo;



The hag squinted up at her with her one eye. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve come to deliver some feathers.&rdquo;



Mademoiselle swung her head to look at Adelice. &ldquo;Did you order these?&rdquo;



&ldquo;Um, yes, but-&ldquo;



&ldquo;That&rsquo;ll be 600 pounds.&rdquo; The hag grinned. Mademoiselle didn&rsquo;t even seem to notice that the woman only had one tooth. 



&ldquo;600 pounds?!!?&rdquo; 
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