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section7mfuThe restaurant was already heaving with people, but Illya didn’t care. He wanted to get his hands on some gumbo, and he was taking the opportunity while Napoleon completed their assignment. Pushing his way through the throng, he finally reached the large cooking pot which held his prize. Three old women were attending to the pot, and Illya couldn’t help but to think of the three witches from Macbeth.
He was about to request a bowl of gumbo, when one was handed to him. As it was the only thing they sold it seemed obvious that you wouldn’t need to order. Before he could move away with his food, one of the women grabbed his sleeve.
“Wait a moment, Illyusha.”
“Do I know you?” he asked.
It was concerning enough that she knew his name, but her use of the diminutive form truly worried him.
“Fear not, my young friend,” she replied. “I am Mrs Goggol, and I foresaw your arrival in the stew.”
“Look,” Illya said, pulling away from the woman. “I do not know who you. . .”
“The dark haired one seeks to shine a light on the dark,” Mrs Goggol continued, ignoring Illya’s interruption. “He hunts in the wrong corner.”
“What do you mean?”
“You must tell him to search where the knowledge is held.”
With that, she turned away, leaving Illya open-mouthed. Finally dragging himself back to his senses, the Russian abandoned the gumbo and fought his way back out into the street. Once there he took out his communicator, and contacted Napoleon. He related to his partner everything which had just happened and, to his eternal relief, Napoleon didn’t mock him. Even more than that, he confirmed that he hadn’t been able to find the file where it had been expected to be.
“Is there a library, or a study?” Illya asked. “Somewhere where ‘knowledge in held’?”
“There’s a library, I think,” Solo replied. “I’ll take a look, but I wouldn’t put too much store by your witchy friend. I’ll let you know if I’m successful back at out hotel.”
An hour later, Illya was pacing the hotel room when Napoleon entered. He was brandishing a file.
“Where did you find it?”
“Believe it or not, it was in the library, secreted within a large book about the Voodoo Queens of New Orleans.”
There was a silence, which lasted for several seconds, before Illya replied.
“How are we going to put this in the report?”
“We’re not,” Solo told him firmly. “As far as anyone is concerned, I found this where we expected it to be.”
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A/N - Mrs Goggol is a very shameless rip-off of Mrs Gogol, a character from the Discworld novel 'Witches Abroad' by Sir Terry Pratchett. As today is the 4th anniversary of Terry's death, I thought it an appropriate thing to do.
He was about to request a bowl of gumbo, when one was handed to him. As it was the only thing they sold it seemed obvious that you wouldn’t need to order. Before he could move away with his food, one of the women grabbed his sleeve.
“Wait a moment, Illyusha.”
“Do I know you?” he asked.
It was concerning enough that she knew his name, but her use of the diminutive form truly worried him.
“Fear not, my young friend,” she replied. “I am Mrs Goggol, and I foresaw your arrival in the stew.”
“Look,” Illya said, pulling away from the woman. “I do not know who you. . .”
“The dark haired one seeks to shine a light on the dark,” Mrs Goggol continued, ignoring Illya’s interruption. “He hunts in the wrong corner.”
“What do you mean?”
“You must tell him to search where the knowledge is held.”
With that, she turned away, leaving Illya open-mouthed. Finally dragging himself back to his senses, the Russian abandoned the gumbo and fought his way back out into the street. Once there he took out his communicator, and contacted Napoleon. He related to his partner everything which had just happened and, to his eternal relief, Napoleon didn’t mock him. Even more than that, he confirmed that he hadn’t been able to find the file where it had been expected to be.
“Is there a library, or a study?” Illya asked. “Somewhere where ‘knowledge in held’?”
“There’s a library, I think,” Solo replied. “I’ll take a look, but I wouldn’t put too much store by your witchy friend. I’ll let you know if I’m successful back at out hotel.”
An hour later, Illya was pacing the hotel room when Napoleon entered. He was brandishing a file.
“Where did you find it?”
“Believe it or not, it was in the library, secreted within a large book about the Voodoo Queens of New Orleans.”
There was a silence, which lasted for several seconds, before Illya replied.
“How are we going to put this in the report?”
“We’re not,” Solo told him firmly. “As far as anyone is concerned, I found this where we expected it to be.”
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A/N - Mrs Goggol is a very shameless rip-off of Mrs Gogol, a character from the Discworld novel 'Witches Abroad' by Sir Terry Pratchett. As today is the 4th anniversary of Terry's death, I thought it an appropriate thing to do.
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Date: 2019-03-12 07:39 pm (UTC)Good on Illya for postponing his meal. Hope he got a good bowl of gumbo sometime.
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Date: 2019-03-12 08:04 pm (UTC)Illya often has to sacrifice for te sake of an assignment, but I'm certain he made it up for it later.
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Date: 2019-03-12 09:23 pm (UTC)Thanks for the footnote on Mrs. Gogol...never would have gotten that as I've never read any of Terry Pratchett's works...though I did see the Travelers guide movie.
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Date: 2019-03-13 09:32 am (UTC)As I stole directly from Sir Terry, it was only right to cite him, even if most people have no idea who Mrs Gogol is.
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Date: 2019-03-13 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-14 12:02 pm (UTC)