The Wedding

[fiery_ring]

Mrs Frances has done as good a job as she can, preparing for the wedding. She and her daughter Libby have been cooking at top speed since the couple came home.

Mr Frances is outside, decorating the horse-drawn cart for the bride to ride to the church in, and for the couple to ride back. Will has been out arranging with the local vicar, and telephoning any guests within reach.

Carlotta brings her guests out of a portal concealed by a caravan. She holds a finger to them and looks around, to check if they are observed.

"All right, the coast is clear. Follow me towards the house after a couple of minutes, and tell them you were dropped off by taxi. If asked, you are circus folk I have worked with or been cared for by, but your circuses also disbanded due to the war, and I telephoned you at home."

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The hustle and bustle around Charlie is interesting. Talk of the wedding. Talk of the war, vague enough that he can't be sure it's the Nazis. Talk of Carlotta being too young, or just young enough.

[fiery_ring]

"I don't, I think they went on the cart." Carlotta says to Demeter. "And they weren't orange."


In the kitchen, the women make mention of Hitler, which should answer Charlie's question.


Outside, Fern tosses the banner out the window. Mr Frances picks it up.

"Fern, you spelled 'Marryed' wrong!" he yells. "Stop messing around!"

There isn't time for another banner; soon, the bride and her guests are hustled into the cart, and the groom and his guests get ferried to the church in the car.

[ostro_goth]

Teja has finished his work, misspelled banner and no, and now wonders where Demeter and he should walk among the other guests and family members.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter smiles and looks into the purse that matches her suit before pulling out a comb that could almost be Spanish with swirling flowers on it and a shine that hints at gold,

"I think this will match the flowers, Carlotta."

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Having done what he thinks is enough chopping of veg, Charlie smiles, mumbles something, and goes to wait with Teja.

And to worry that Will is in for a rough time. As is all of England.