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Nathaniel Fludd, Beastologist #01: Flight of the Phoenixby R L Lafevers
It was one of the most important moments in Nathaniel Fludds young life, and he was stuck sitting in the corner. Miss Lumpton had promised him an overnight trip to the city to visit the zoo. Instead, he found himself in a stuffy office with their suitcases at his feet and his sketchbook in his lap. Hed been given clear instructions not to listen in on Miss Lumptons conversation with the lawyer. The problem was, they sat only three feet away and the lawyer spoke rather loudly. Nate tried to concentrate on his drawing.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," the lawyer said.
Nate drummed his heels on one of the suitcases to try to drown out the sound of their voices. Miss Lumpton shushed him.
He stopped kicking.
"You said you had news?" Miss Lumpton asked.
The lawyer lowered his voice, and Nate felt as if his ears grew a bit, straining to hear. "Weve had word of his parents." Nates head jerked up.
Miss Lumpton caught him looking. "Keep drawing," she ordered, then turned back to the lawyer. Nate kept his eyes glued to the sketchbook in front of him. But even though his pencil was moving dutifully on the paper, every molecule of his body was focused on the lawyers words.
"On May twenty-third of this year, the airship Italia crashed on the ice near the North Pole."
Nates pencil froze. His body felt hot, then cold. He hadnt even known his parents were on an airship.
The lawyer continued. "After months of searching, only eight of the sixteen crew have been found. The boys parents were not among them."
Miss Lumpton put a hand to her throat. "So what does that mean, exactly?" Her voice wobbled.
"It means that, as of this day, September fifth, 1928, Horatio and Adele Fludd have been declared lost at sea."
"I thought you said they crashed on the ice?" Nate blurted out. Luckily, Miss Lumpton was too busy fishing for her handkerchief to notice he spoke out of turn.
"Yes, well, technically, the ice was frozen seawater," the lawyer said. "But either way, Im afraid your parents arent coming back." Miss Lumpton began to cry quietly.
Nate hadnt seen his parents in more than three years. Of course, hed missed them horribly when they first left. Hed been comforted only when they promised to send for him on his eighth birthday.
"You need a little more time to grow up," his father had said. "When youre old enough to travel well and your sense of adventure has developed, well send for you then."
Time had passed. On his eighth birthday, Nate had been excited, but nervous, too. He wasnt sure his love of adventure had shown up yet. But his parents letter asking him to join them never showed up, either. "Just as well," Miss Lump-ton had sniffed. "Their job is much too important to have a youngster tagging along, getting in the way."
On his ninth birthday Nate had been hopeful. Miss Lumpton told him not to be silly. His parents work was much too dangerous for a young boy. Especially a young boy like himself, one who liked quiet walks, reading, and drawing. Clearly he wasnt suited to a life of adventure. Nate was a little disappointed—he thought he had felt the smallest beginning of an adventurous spark.
By his tenth birthday, Nate had buried the memory of his parents and never took it out anymore. Much like a toy hed outgrown, he told himself. But the truth was, thinking of them hurt too much.
And now he would never see them again.
Miss Lumpton dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief. "So the poor boy is all alone in the world?"
Nate wished shed stop crying. It wasnt her parents whod been lost at sea.
"No, no, my dear Miss Lumpton," the lawyer said. "That is not the case at all. The boy is to live with a Phil A. Fludd."
Miss Lumpton stopped crying. "Phil A. Fludd? Well, who is that, Id like to know."
The lawyer studied the paper in front of him. "A cousin of the boys father. Lives in Batting-at-the-Flies up in North County."
Miss Lumpton sniffed. "Well, what about me?"
Suddenly Nate understood why shed been crying. She hadnt been worried about him at all.
"Theyve left you a Tidy Sum, Miss Lumpton. You shall not want."
Miss Lumptons tears disappeared. She sat up straighter and leaned forward. "How much?"
The lawyer told her the amount of money she would
receive. Her cheeks grew pink with pleasure. "Well, that should do very nicely."
"In fact," the lawyer said, "my clerk is holding the
funds for you. If youd like to check with him when were done—"
Miss Lumpton stood up. "I think were done."
Nate looked at her in surprise. He didnt think they were done. He didnt understand why he couldnt stay with Miss Lumpton. Why couldnt things go on the way they had for the past three years?
His governess came over to where he sat and gave him an awkward pat on the head. "Good luck, dear boy." She grabbed one of the suitcases and left the room in search of her Tidy Sum.
Nate did feel like crying then. Instead, he blinked quite fast.
"Now," the lawyer boomed, "we must go, too." He pulled a pocket watch from his vest and looked at it. "You have a train to catch."
"A train?" Nate asked.
"Yes. Now put that book of yours away and come along." The lawyer closed his watch with a snap. "Eh, what have you drawn there?" he asked. "A walrus?"
"Er, yes." Nate shut the sketchbook quickly, before the lawyer could recognize himself.
"Well, do hurry. It wouldnt do to miss the train. It wouldnt do at all." The lawyer came out from behind his desk and grabbed Nates suitcase.
Nate stood up and tucked his sketchbook under his arm. The lawyer clamped his hand onto Nates shoulder and steered him out of the office.
Nate had to take giant steps to keep up. The train station was only two blocks away, but Nate was out of breath by the time they got there.
"All aboard!" the conductor called out.
"Here." The lawyer thrust the suitcase at Nate and shoved a ticket into his hand. "Hurry, boy! They wont hold the train for you." His voice was gruff and impatient. Nate wondered if the lawyer would get a Tidy Sum for getting him on the train.
Once he was onboard, Nate hurried to the window to wave goodbye, but the lawyer had already left.
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