Once Upon a Time in the North

'I wouldn't argue with you, Lee.'

'Something'll turn up, though.'

But nothing turned up that afternoon.

The evening meal was served in the parlor of the boardinghouse, which was a dismal place with a small dining table, an iron stove, a shelf of religious books, and a small collection of battered and dusty board games with names like Peril of the Pole, Flippety-Flop, and Animal Misfitz. The meal itself consisted of a mutton stew and an apple pie. The pie was tolerable. Lee's fellow boarders were a photographer from Oslo, an official from the Institute of Economics in Novgorod, and a young lady called Miss Victoria Lund, who worked in the public library. She was as pretty as a picture, if it was a picture of a high-minded young woman of unyielding rectitude and severity. She was tall, and on the bony side of slim, and her fair hair was tightly pulled back into a bun. Her long-sleeved white blouse was buttoned to the neck. She was the first young woman Lee had spoken to for a month.

'So you're a librarian, Miss Lund? What kind of books do the people of Novy Odense like to read?'

'Various kinds.'

'I might look in myself tomorrow, see if I can find out some information. There's a book called The Elements of Aerial Navigation I'd really like to finish reading. Where is your library, Miss Lund?'

'In Aland Square.'

'Right. Aland Square. You been working there long?'

'No.'

'I see. So you're—ah—newly qualified, I guess?'

'Yes.'

'And ... is Novy Odense your hometown?'

'No.'

'Then I guess we're both strangers here, huh?'

That brought no response, but her swallow-daemon looked at Hester from the back of her chair, spread his wings wide, and then closed them again, followed by his eyes.

But Lee persevered.

'Would you care for some of this pie, Miss Lund?'

'Thank you.'

'You know, right after supper I thought I'd take a stroll along the waterfront and see what the enterprising citizens of Novy Odense have to offer in the way of nighttime entertainment. I don't suppose you'd care to accompany me?'

'No, I would not.'

Miss Lund left the table immediately the meal was over, and as soon as she was gone the other two men laughed and clapped Lee on the shoulder.

'Fifteen!' said the photographer.

'I made it fourteen,' said the economist, 'but you win.'

'Fourteen what?' said Lee.

'Words you got out of her,' said the photographer. 'I bet you'd get more than ten, and Mikhail here said you wouldn't.'

'Careful, Lee,' murmured Hester.

'So you gentlemen are of a sporting persuasion?' Lee said, taking no notice of her. 'Best thing I've encountered today. What do you say to a game of cards, now this delicious repast is but a fading memory and our fair companion has withdrawn? Unless you'd like to take a chance on Flippety-Flop?'

'Nothing would please me more,' said the photographer, 'but I have an appointment to take a portrait of the local headmaster and his family. I can't afford to miss it.'

'And as for me, I'm going to a meeting at the town hall,' said the other man. 'The mayoral election is hotting up. I need to see which way it's going to go.'

'Well, this is an exciting town, and no mistake,' said Lee. 'I can barely contain my exuberance.'

'Would you care to step along to the town hall and join me in the audience?' said the economist.

'I believe I would,' said Lee, and the other man's robin-daemon twitched her tail.

The election meeting was certainly the place to be that evening. Men and women were making their way up the muddy street towards the town hall, which was brilliantly lit with gas lamps, Lee noticed with satisfaction: if there was a source of gas on the island, he'd be able to fill his balloon without too much difficulty—provided he could pay for it, of course. The people were dressed respectably, and so was Lee, to the extent of his one necktie; and they were talking with some animation.

'Is this the way they usually do politics on Novy Odense?' Lee said to his companion.

'There is a great deal at stake in this election,' said the economist, whose name, Lee had learned, was Mikhail Ivanovich Vassiliev. 'In fact it's the reason I'm here. My academy is very interested in this man Poliakov. He used to be a Senator, but he hates to be reminded of the fact. He had to resign over a financial scandal, and he's using this mayoral election as a way of rehabilitating himself.'

'Oh, is that so?' said Lee, watching the crowd on the steps, and noticing the uniformed stewards. 'I see there's a lot of Customs men around. Are they expecting a ruckus?'