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kiramaru7Title: Tea and Crumpets: The tale of the Curry Vampires
Author: kira
Characters: Soma, Agni, Elizabeth, Sebastian, and Ciel
Rating: G
Words: 2346
Summary: To pass the time while waiting for Sebastian and Ciel to arrive at the townhouse, Agni amuses Soma and Elizabeth with an old Indian tale…
“Welcome, Miss Elizabeth,” Agni said as he opened the front door. He stepped aside to let her in.
After entering the townhouse, she turned to him and asked, “Mister Agni, is Ciel here?” as she handed him her umbrella.
He took it, placing it in the umbrella stand. “I’m so sorry, Miss Elizabeth, but he has not arrived yet. Mister Sebastian called earlier to let me know they would be delayed by the rain.” Agni helped her off with her coat, taking it, which he hung up in the hallway.
“Oh…”
Agni nodded. “Please, go make yourself at home in the front parlor, while I go make you some tea.” He led her toward the parlor’s doorway just as Soma approached the top of the stairs.
Yawning, the prince mumbled, “Agni, is little Ciel here yet?”
“Prince Soma?”
“Miss Elizabeth?” Soma cried as he ran down the stairs. “How is my little sister doing?”
Elizabeth giggled. “I’m fine and how are you?”
“I am fine too!”
“My prince, Miss Elizabeth, if you will excuse me?” Agni gave them a slight bow.
“Agni, do you have enough curry for lunch?”
“My prince, since you insisted on eating curry everyday this week, I thought I would make something else for lunch.”
Soma made a face. “Are you going to make khichuri instead? I’m getting tired of eating it. I know it’s good when it rains, but I would rather eat curry.”
“No, my prince, besides, I do not think curry is a good idea, as too many spices are not good for Miss Elizabeth and I do not think she would like khichuri.”
“Oh…”
“I don’t want to be a bother, but I do like curry bread,” Elizabeth added.
“I’m sorry, Miss Elizabeth, I will not have any curry bread ready in time for lunch.”
“Oh…” She pouted.
“What are you going to make for lunch, Agni?”
“Do not worry, my prince, I made some of that chicken salad Mister Sebastian taught me to make.”
“Good,” Soma said, dismissing his manservant with a nod. Turning to Elizabeth, he offered her his arm, like he had seen men do on the streets of London. “Miss Elizabeth?”
Giggling, she took it as they walked into the front parlor. “I got a new bunny yesterday.”
“You did?” Soma said as they sat down on the settees by the fireplace.
“Yup! It’s soft and white and made out of real fur!”
“It sounds really cute.” He smiled at her.
“It is, Prince Soma! I would have brought it to show you, but it’s raining.”
“I know… Your English monsoons are so dreary.” He sighed.
“Yeah…”
They lapsed into silence. Before it could become too big, Agni arrived with a tray bearing the tea and a plate of crumpets, along with butter and jam.
“Thank you, Agni. Miss Elizabeth, do you want to play cards, or chess?”
“Not really, Prince Soma.” She sighed as she took the teacup Agni gave her. “I wish I could go for a walk in the garden, but it’s still raining.”
Soma looked back over his shoulder at the window. “It seems to be raining even harder now.” He reached for a crumpet, slathering it with butter, before eating it.
“I know…” Elizabeth sipped her tea.
The prince helped himself to another crumpet. He ate a bite.
“Prince Soma, can you tell me another story about India?” She smiled at him. “Please? I really liked the one about Shu-shu the mongoose.”
Soma sipped his tea. “Aaah… Shu-shu… I think she would like you very much! She likes my sisters, Madhuri and Priya, and they are about old as you are.”
“I wish I could meet them!”
“Me too! Did you know my one sister, Sonal, had this bird who could talk!”
“Really?!”
“Oh yes! It could say its name, Nisha, and a few other things, like ‘give me some mango’ and ‘who is so pretty?’”
“Really?”
Soma sipped his tea. “But those are boring stories, if you want to hear a really good one,” he said, eyeing Agni out of the corner if his eye, before looking back at her, and winking. “We need to ask Agni. He knows lots of stories about the gods and magical beings, right, Agni?”
“Yes,” the elder Bengali said as he filled their tea cups.
“Mister Agni, would you please tell us a story?”
“You really want to hear one?”
“Oh yes!” Elizabeth and Soma chorused.
“Very well then…”
“Come, sit here, Agni,” Soma said, patting the sofa. “I will go sit over there with Miss Elizabeth, that is if you do not mind?” He directed that last part at her.
“Not at all!”
Soma got up and moved and Agni sat in his place, after setting the silver tea pot on the table between them.
“Hmmm… what should I tell you…?” Agni pretended to think it over. May the gods forgive me for this blasphemous nonsense, but it’s for your own good, my prince… “Aaah… I know! I shall tell the story of Padma and Lord Hanuman and the wonderful curry.
“Once upon a time, as the English say, there was a girl named Padma and she lived in a tint village high in the mountains. It was a village known throughout India for its curry! In fact, they say the gods themselves used to feast upon it and as a result the village was very prosperous,
“One day, during Lord Hanuman’s many adventures with Lord Rama, he became very hungry, and having heard of this village with the most wonderful curry, he decided he needed to go there to eat.
“Now back at the village, all the village boys had fallen in love with Padma, as she was very beautiful and made the most delicious curry.”
“It can’t be better than yours, Agni,” Soma interrupted. “Agni makes the best curry, Miss Elizabeth!”
“I know! Are you going to make curry-bread for dinner, Mister Agni?”
“I am sorry, Miss Elizabeth, I planned on making a roasted chicken.”
“You’re going to make roasted chicken? How boring! Why can you not make something else? We are having chicken salad for lunch.”
“I am sorry, my prince, but very spicy curry, the way you like it, does not agree with Master Ciel and I do not wish to upset his stomach.” Agni held up a hand, silencing the prince. “So back to the story…” he said. “No one could make curry like Padma! Hers truly was the curry of the gods, my prince. Anyway, there was this one village boy, who was very much in love with her, by the name of Ashoka.”
“Was he cute like Ciel?”
Agni nodded. “Yes, he was, Miss Elizabeth. And Padma was starting to fall in love with him too. Unfortunately, Lord Hanuman had just found the village and was looking for Padma and her curry. As you know, only a fool would dare to deny the gods, but those in love are often foolish. So when Lord Hanuman finally found her and demanded all the curry as he needed to build his strength up, before continuing on his journey, Ashoka quickly gobbled up the bowl she had given him as a sign of her love for him. This angered Lord Hanuman greatly, as his empty stomach hurt too terribly and in a fit of rage, he cursed the poor boy and anyone else who dared eat Padma’s curry!”
“Oh no!” Elizabeth said softly.
“Yes, it was horrible, and even worse, he left poor Padma uncursed, so that she could make him more curry.”
Soma and Elizabeth sat there, looking expectantly at him. When the summer storm intensified, they jumped when the thunder rumbled loudly outside, as if helping Agni with his story. The elder Bengali chuckled inwardly as they clung to each other.
“And,” Agni said, “The arguments between Lord Hanuman and Ashok grew so loud that were disturbing the gods in the heavens, so Lord Indra grew angry and threw his thunderbolt at them. He was hoping to stop the fight, before it grew too violent, as Ashok had unwittingly reminded Lord Hanuman of his strength.”
“Lord Hanuman is very strong, Miss Elizabeth, but he always forgets this, only remembering it when someone reminds him,” Soma explained.
“Okay, now sssh, I want to hear the rest of the story,” she hissed softly.
Nodding, Soma focused his attention on the story.
Agni continued his tale. He kept the battles at a minimum, tailoring it more to Elizabeth’s tastes than Soma’s, yet the prince was listening just as raptly to the love story. As he steered his tale towards its conclusion, inspiration struck. “Just as Ashok was about to be crushed in Lord Hanuman’s fist, a strange thing happened. Anyone who had ever tasted Padma’s wonderful curry was granted super human strength by Lord Rama’s wife, Sita. Unfortunately, something went wrong and instead of creating a mighty army to help defeat Lord Hanuman, the people who had eaten her curry were turned into curry-pyres… inhuman creatures, which would do anything for a taste of her curry!”
Just then a bolt of lightening flashed outside again, lighting up the room, and casting strange shadows about the place. It was quickly followed by a loud clap of thunder. Elizabeth squealed and clung even more tightly to Soma’s arm.
“Are you alright, Miss Elizabeth?” Agni asked.
She nodded vigorously in reply.
“Go on, Agni!”
“Yes, my prince.” Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he thought of where to go with his story, Agni picked up where he had left off. “The curry-pyres began to swarm towards Padma, loudly demanding her curry! And instead of battling each other, Lord Hanuman and Ashoka joined forces to protect her from the inhuman horde!”
“Oooh…”
“Just when it looked like all was lost and there was no hope of defeating them, help arrived from an unusual place! Lord Rama dropped naan from the heavens! The curry-pyres grabbed it, thinking they were finally getting some curry. But when they touched the naan or ate it, they returned to normal!”
“HOORAY!” Soma and Elizabeth cried.
“However, just to be sure no one would ever eat too much curry again,” Agni caught and briefly held Soma’s gaze, “Lord Rama decreed that the possibility of becoming a curry-pyre would stay with the people, and he even made it so that the gods would not be immune from it!”
Soma and Elizabeth nodded solemnly.
“So as you can see it is not a good idea to eat too much curry, my prince,” Agni said. “Then again, there have been no reported incidents of curry-pyres rampaging through the countryside in years, so perhaps the curse had been lifted, but one never knows with these things…”
“Yes...” Soma said. “Agni?”
“Yes, my prince?”
“Do you think you can make those potato things? The ones you make with the fish I like? I think they would taste good with the chicken salad.”
“You mean chips?”
“Yes!” Soma said. “Do you like chips, Miss Elizabeth?”
“I’ve never had them before. Mother won’t let me eat them.”
“Then Agni will make them especially for you!” Soma said.
“Thank you, Mister Agni.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Elizabeth. Now if you two will excuse me, I will go make you some lunch.” Agni bowed and when Soma dismissed him with a wave of his hand, he left for the kitchen. Entering the main hallway, he was just in time to greet Sebastian and Ciel. “Welcome, Master Ciel, Mister Sebastian! I’m glad you finally arrived. It sounds like the rain has let up some,” he said. “Here, let me take your things!” He hurried over to them, and taking Ciel’s coat from Sebastian, he hung it up next to Elizabeth’s. After a few pleasantries, he left with Sebastian to go make lunch, while Ciel went to the front parlor.
“Thank you, Mister Sebastian. I think your plan has worked,” Agni said as they prepared lunch. He made quick work of chopping the celery and onions, and cubing the chicken he had made for this purpose. A few spoons of mayonnaise and some salt and pepper later, the simple chicken salad was ready to be plated on the beds of lettuce Sebastian has set out for that purpose. While they were busy getting everything ready to be served, Sebastian heated some water on the stove for tea.
Sebastian nodded. “Good.” He poured boiling water into a tea pot and added some tea. While it brewed, he helped Agni set a tray with their masters’ and Elizabeth’s lunches. Finished, they headed toward the front parlor to serve it. “Lunch is served,” he said as they entered.
“Let me guess, we’re having curry again,” Ciel said. He did know why he even bothered as they always had curry whenever they visited the townhouse.
Before Sebastian or Agni could say anything, Soma and Elizabeth cried, “NO CURRY!”
“It’s not good for you,” Soma said.
Elizabeth added, “If you eat too much you’ll turn into a curry monster!”
“What the blazes are you two talking about? He eats so much, I’m surprised he hasn’t turned into a dish of the stuff already,” Ciel said dryly.
“Mister Agni told us a story,” Elizabeth started.
“And there was a great big fight over some curry, and some…?” he looked over at Agni questioningly.
“Curry-pyres. It’s an old story my grandmother used to tell us when I was little and we were tired of eating khichuri during monsoon season, Master Ciel.”
“It’s true, little one, Agni’s family know all the old legends and stories!” Soma said.
“If you say so…” Ciel said as he looked over at Sebastian, who gave him the briefest little smirk as he served them lunch.
“I believe he just did, Bocchan,” Sebastian said, Ciel sighing softly in reply.
So while they ate their lunch, Soma and Elizabeth told the young earl the story of the curry-pyres. “And that,” the prince said, “is why one should never eat too much curry. You never know when the curry-pyres will appear…”
Author: kira
Characters: Soma, Agni, Elizabeth, Sebastian, and Ciel
Rating: G
Words: 2346
Summary: To pass the time while waiting for Sebastian and Ciel to arrive at the townhouse, Agni amuses Soma and Elizabeth with an old Indian tale…
“Welcome, Miss Elizabeth,” Agni said as he opened the front door. He stepped aside to let her in.
After entering the townhouse, she turned to him and asked, “Mister Agni, is Ciel here?” as she handed him her umbrella.
He took it, placing it in the umbrella stand. “I’m so sorry, Miss Elizabeth, but he has not arrived yet. Mister Sebastian called earlier to let me know they would be delayed by the rain.” Agni helped her off with her coat, taking it, which he hung up in the hallway.
“Oh…”
Agni nodded. “Please, go make yourself at home in the front parlor, while I go make you some tea.” He led her toward the parlor’s doorway just as Soma approached the top of the stairs.
Yawning, the prince mumbled, “Agni, is little Ciel here yet?”
“Prince Soma?”
“Miss Elizabeth?” Soma cried as he ran down the stairs. “How is my little sister doing?”
Elizabeth giggled. “I’m fine and how are you?”
“I am fine too!”
“My prince, Miss Elizabeth, if you will excuse me?” Agni gave them a slight bow.
“Agni, do you have enough curry for lunch?”
“My prince, since you insisted on eating curry everyday this week, I thought I would make something else for lunch.”
Soma made a face. “Are you going to make khichuri instead? I’m getting tired of eating it. I know it’s good when it rains, but I would rather eat curry.”
“No, my prince, besides, I do not think curry is a good idea, as too many spices are not good for Miss Elizabeth and I do not think she would like khichuri.”
“Oh…”
“I don’t want to be a bother, but I do like curry bread,” Elizabeth added.
“I’m sorry, Miss Elizabeth, I will not have any curry bread ready in time for lunch.”
“Oh…” She pouted.
“What are you going to make for lunch, Agni?”
“Do not worry, my prince, I made some of that chicken salad Mister Sebastian taught me to make.”
“Good,” Soma said, dismissing his manservant with a nod. Turning to Elizabeth, he offered her his arm, like he had seen men do on the streets of London. “Miss Elizabeth?”
Giggling, she took it as they walked into the front parlor. “I got a new bunny yesterday.”
“You did?” Soma said as they sat down on the settees by the fireplace.
“Yup! It’s soft and white and made out of real fur!”
“It sounds really cute.” He smiled at her.
“It is, Prince Soma! I would have brought it to show you, but it’s raining.”
“I know… Your English monsoons are so dreary.” He sighed.
“Yeah…”
They lapsed into silence. Before it could become too big, Agni arrived with a tray bearing the tea and a plate of crumpets, along with butter and jam.
“Thank you, Agni. Miss Elizabeth, do you want to play cards, or chess?”
“Not really, Prince Soma.” She sighed as she took the teacup Agni gave her. “I wish I could go for a walk in the garden, but it’s still raining.”
Soma looked back over his shoulder at the window. “It seems to be raining even harder now.” He reached for a crumpet, slathering it with butter, before eating it.
“I know…” Elizabeth sipped her tea.
The prince helped himself to another crumpet. He ate a bite.
“Prince Soma, can you tell me another story about India?” She smiled at him. “Please? I really liked the one about Shu-shu the mongoose.”
Soma sipped his tea. “Aaah… Shu-shu… I think she would like you very much! She likes my sisters, Madhuri and Priya, and they are about old as you are.”
“I wish I could meet them!”
“Me too! Did you know my one sister, Sonal, had this bird who could talk!”
“Really?!”
“Oh yes! It could say its name, Nisha, and a few other things, like ‘give me some mango’ and ‘who is so pretty?’”
“Really?”
Soma sipped his tea. “But those are boring stories, if you want to hear a really good one,” he said, eyeing Agni out of the corner if his eye, before looking back at her, and winking. “We need to ask Agni. He knows lots of stories about the gods and magical beings, right, Agni?”
“Yes,” the elder Bengali said as he filled their tea cups.
“Mister Agni, would you please tell us a story?”
“You really want to hear one?”
“Oh yes!” Elizabeth and Soma chorused.
“Very well then…”
“Come, sit here, Agni,” Soma said, patting the sofa. “I will go sit over there with Miss Elizabeth, that is if you do not mind?” He directed that last part at her.
“Not at all!”
Soma got up and moved and Agni sat in his place, after setting the silver tea pot on the table between them.
“Hmmm… what should I tell you…?” Agni pretended to think it over. May the gods forgive me for this blasphemous nonsense, but it’s for your own good, my prince… “Aaah… I know! I shall tell the story of Padma and Lord Hanuman and the wonderful curry.
“Once upon a time, as the English say, there was a girl named Padma and she lived in a tint village high in the mountains. It was a village known throughout India for its curry! In fact, they say the gods themselves used to feast upon it and as a result the village was very prosperous,
“One day, during Lord Hanuman’s many adventures with Lord Rama, he became very hungry, and having heard of this village with the most wonderful curry, he decided he needed to go there to eat.
“Now back at the village, all the village boys had fallen in love with Padma, as she was very beautiful and made the most delicious curry.”
“It can’t be better than yours, Agni,” Soma interrupted. “Agni makes the best curry, Miss Elizabeth!”
“I know! Are you going to make curry-bread for dinner, Mister Agni?”
“I am sorry, Miss Elizabeth, I planned on making a roasted chicken.”
“You’re going to make roasted chicken? How boring! Why can you not make something else? We are having chicken salad for lunch.”
“I am sorry, my prince, but very spicy curry, the way you like it, does not agree with Master Ciel and I do not wish to upset his stomach.” Agni held up a hand, silencing the prince. “So back to the story…” he said. “No one could make curry like Padma! Hers truly was the curry of the gods, my prince. Anyway, there was this one village boy, who was very much in love with her, by the name of Ashoka.”
“Was he cute like Ciel?”
Agni nodded. “Yes, he was, Miss Elizabeth. And Padma was starting to fall in love with him too. Unfortunately, Lord Hanuman had just found the village and was looking for Padma and her curry. As you know, only a fool would dare to deny the gods, but those in love are often foolish. So when Lord Hanuman finally found her and demanded all the curry as he needed to build his strength up, before continuing on his journey, Ashoka quickly gobbled up the bowl she had given him as a sign of her love for him. This angered Lord Hanuman greatly, as his empty stomach hurt too terribly and in a fit of rage, he cursed the poor boy and anyone else who dared eat Padma’s curry!”
“Oh no!” Elizabeth said softly.
“Yes, it was horrible, and even worse, he left poor Padma uncursed, so that she could make him more curry.”
Soma and Elizabeth sat there, looking expectantly at him. When the summer storm intensified, they jumped when the thunder rumbled loudly outside, as if helping Agni with his story. The elder Bengali chuckled inwardly as they clung to each other.
“And,” Agni said, “The arguments between Lord Hanuman and Ashok grew so loud that were disturbing the gods in the heavens, so Lord Indra grew angry and threw his thunderbolt at them. He was hoping to stop the fight, before it grew too violent, as Ashok had unwittingly reminded Lord Hanuman of his strength.”
“Lord Hanuman is very strong, Miss Elizabeth, but he always forgets this, only remembering it when someone reminds him,” Soma explained.
“Okay, now sssh, I want to hear the rest of the story,” she hissed softly.
Nodding, Soma focused his attention on the story.
Agni continued his tale. He kept the battles at a minimum, tailoring it more to Elizabeth’s tastes than Soma’s, yet the prince was listening just as raptly to the love story. As he steered his tale towards its conclusion, inspiration struck. “Just as Ashok was about to be crushed in Lord Hanuman’s fist, a strange thing happened. Anyone who had ever tasted Padma’s wonderful curry was granted super human strength by Lord Rama’s wife, Sita. Unfortunately, something went wrong and instead of creating a mighty army to help defeat Lord Hanuman, the people who had eaten her curry were turned into curry-pyres… inhuman creatures, which would do anything for a taste of her curry!”
Just then a bolt of lightening flashed outside again, lighting up the room, and casting strange shadows about the place. It was quickly followed by a loud clap of thunder. Elizabeth squealed and clung even more tightly to Soma’s arm.
“Are you alright, Miss Elizabeth?” Agni asked.
She nodded vigorously in reply.
“Go on, Agni!”
“Yes, my prince.” Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he thought of where to go with his story, Agni picked up where he had left off. “The curry-pyres began to swarm towards Padma, loudly demanding her curry! And instead of battling each other, Lord Hanuman and Ashoka joined forces to protect her from the inhuman horde!”
“Oooh…”
“Just when it looked like all was lost and there was no hope of defeating them, help arrived from an unusual place! Lord Rama dropped naan from the heavens! The curry-pyres grabbed it, thinking they were finally getting some curry. But when they touched the naan or ate it, they returned to normal!”
“HOORAY!” Soma and Elizabeth cried.
“However, just to be sure no one would ever eat too much curry again,” Agni caught and briefly held Soma’s gaze, “Lord Rama decreed that the possibility of becoming a curry-pyre would stay with the people, and he even made it so that the gods would not be immune from it!”
Soma and Elizabeth nodded solemnly.
“So as you can see it is not a good idea to eat too much curry, my prince,” Agni said. “Then again, there have been no reported incidents of curry-pyres rampaging through the countryside in years, so perhaps the curse had been lifted, but one never knows with these things…”
“Yes...” Soma said. “Agni?”
“Yes, my prince?”
“Do you think you can make those potato things? The ones you make with the fish I like? I think they would taste good with the chicken salad.”
“You mean chips?”
“Yes!” Soma said. “Do you like chips, Miss Elizabeth?”
“I’ve never had them before. Mother won’t let me eat them.”
“Then Agni will make them especially for you!” Soma said.
“Thank you, Mister Agni.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Elizabeth. Now if you two will excuse me, I will go make you some lunch.” Agni bowed and when Soma dismissed him with a wave of his hand, he left for the kitchen. Entering the main hallway, he was just in time to greet Sebastian and Ciel. “Welcome, Master Ciel, Mister Sebastian! I’m glad you finally arrived. It sounds like the rain has let up some,” he said. “Here, let me take your things!” He hurried over to them, and taking Ciel’s coat from Sebastian, he hung it up next to Elizabeth’s. After a few pleasantries, he left with Sebastian to go make lunch, while Ciel went to the front parlor.
“Thank you, Mister Sebastian. I think your plan has worked,” Agni said as they prepared lunch. He made quick work of chopping the celery and onions, and cubing the chicken he had made for this purpose. A few spoons of mayonnaise and some salt and pepper later, the simple chicken salad was ready to be plated on the beds of lettuce Sebastian has set out for that purpose. While they were busy getting everything ready to be served, Sebastian heated some water on the stove for tea.
Sebastian nodded. “Good.” He poured boiling water into a tea pot and added some tea. While it brewed, he helped Agni set a tray with their masters’ and Elizabeth’s lunches. Finished, they headed toward the front parlor to serve it. “Lunch is served,” he said as they entered.
“Let me guess, we’re having curry again,” Ciel said. He did know why he even bothered as they always had curry whenever they visited the townhouse.
Before Sebastian or Agni could say anything, Soma and Elizabeth cried, “NO CURRY!”
“It’s not good for you,” Soma said.
Elizabeth added, “If you eat too much you’ll turn into a curry monster!”
“What the blazes are you two talking about? He eats so much, I’m surprised he hasn’t turned into a dish of the stuff already,” Ciel said dryly.
“Mister Agni told us a story,” Elizabeth started.
“And there was a great big fight over some curry, and some…?” he looked over at Agni questioningly.
“Curry-pyres. It’s an old story my grandmother used to tell us when I was little and we were tired of eating khichuri during monsoon season, Master Ciel.”
“It’s true, little one, Agni’s family know all the old legends and stories!” Soma said.
“If you say so…” Ciel said as he looked over at Sebastian, who gave him the briefest little smirk as he served them lunch.
“I believe he just did, Bocchan,” Sebastian said, Ciel sighing softly in reply.
So while they ate their lunch, Soma and Elizabeth told the young earl the story of the curry-pyres. “And that,” the prince said, “is why one should never eat too much curry. You never know when the curry-pyres will appear…”
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