The next day, the winter camp looked deserted. That day, men came out from the local town and dug a hole under the old oak. They placed Don Vincenzo Giovanni the second in the hole and began to fill it in. Father rested next to Mother. On the other side laid the grave of Don Vincenzo Giovanni the first, his wife, and their daughter, Giovanni’s aunt that he barely remembered.

“The graveyard is filling up,” Constantine said. He was one of the ones who stayed, along with Madigan the musician, Baklovani the wolfman who hated Corriden, and Titania, the bearded fat lady who cried. Madigan got out his horn and played a short and soft funeral piece. Madigan was a concert quality musician, and a good leader of the musical group. Sadly, he no longer had a musical group.

The priest who came out from the church in town along with the grave diggers said all the appropriate words and prayers. He added one note before he returned to town. “Your father was a good man. I am sure he is in a better place.”

Giovanni said nothing. Titania said thank you for him. Constantine echoed the thank you while Madigan looked at his horn and lowered his eyes. Moments later, Constantine pointed and let out a honk, sounding like disturbed goose or a missed note on Madigan’s horn. Everyone looked.

Four people walked across the swamp in an area that was not safe to walk but did not seem to be bothered by the water or the mud. It took a minute for Giovanni to figure it out. The male dwarf had no beard! The female dwarf, however, had some straggling bits of hair on her chin. The man beside them looked nearly seven feet tall and far too broad in the shoulders for an ordinary man. Giovanni feared for one second that it was a half giant, but then he noticed some troll in there, and maybe a small bit of ogre. The woman was clearly an elder elf, pure blood, and a high elf at that. Madigan and Titania both took a giant step back, and Constantine took two steps back, but Giovanni just folded his arms and waited for their guests to arrive.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked.

“Lady Alice sent us,” the dwarf said, and both Giovanni and the dwarf wife responded.

“Liar.”

“Okay. Okay,” the dwarf put up his hands like he wanted to start again. “We were in Avalon and saw when your father died. We saw when Corriden the scoundrel deserted you and all the traitors that went with him. We thought you could use some acts and help to keep the Don Giovanni circus up and running.”

“Don’t give up,” the elf said. “Even now there are people on the road coming to audition.”

Giovanni nodded. He understood they had little ones, elves, fairies, and dwarfs scouring the roads, looking for suitable acts and suggesting they come to Venice, but he caught something else in the life of this elf, and he spoke. “I am sorry your troop asked you to leave, but the circus is like a family. We can be your family.”

The elf’s eyes got big before she lowered her head and spoke softly. “I am old now, but my lord is kind to your servant.”

“Madam Figiori,” the dwarf said, pointing to the elf. “She is the best fortune teller in the business. Of course you know the elves frown on soothsaying, and she even sometimes gets glimpses of the future. Sad.” The dwarf shook his head.

“But what about you?” Giovanni asked. He looked at the giant who stood quietly holding his hat. He glanced at the dwarf wife holding her bundle of cloth before his eyes returned to the dwarf.

“I’m Oberon,” he said.

“Not your real name,” Giovanni said with a smile. Madam Figiori was not her real name either, but he was used to circus people using fake names, so it did not bother him. “What is your story?”

“Can’t grow a beard,” he said in a very flat voice. “I got nary a hair on my chin, cheeks, or lip. I don’t know why.” He paused and looked at who he was talking to. The Kairos was technically his god from ancient days. “You might know why. But anyway, I figure you need a dwarf and a clown at that. Plus, I’m good with figures, so I can keep the accounts straight and pay everyone, and make sure everyone gets a fair share.”

Giovanni turned his eyes back to the dwarf wife.

“Now my wife is Goldiwig, but everyone calls her Needles. She is a fair cook but a genius with needle and thread. I figure she can make all your costumes and keep the tents from leaking besides.” He puffed out his chest like he was proud of her, but she looked down and turned slightly red. “Just look at this.” He held up a pair of shorts and stretched the elastic top. “Genius, I tell you. She calls it dwarf weave, as opposed to fairy weave. Guaranteed to fit.”

“Elastic!” Giovanni named it. “One size doesn’t fit all, though.”

“No,” the dwarf wife agreed. “But it will keep your pants on if you put on a pound or two or take some off.”

“Needles then,” Giovanni agreed and looked at the big fellow.

“This here is Sibelius,” Oberon said and Giovanni interrupted as he remembered.

“Half human. three-eighths troll and one-eighth ogre. I remember your mother, and your brothers Oswald and Edmund. Did they do well and did you live well in your new place?”

“We did,” Sibelius said with a big smile.

“And how is your father, Vortesvin? Still haunting the mountains of Norway?”

“Yes. He is well, but old now.”

“Yes. You must be what, ninety-five or so?” Giovanni was not sure where that number came from, but it sounded about right.

“Something like that.”

“Well, we could certainly use a strong man now that Corriden has left, thank goodness.

Madigan, Baklovani, and Titania had inched back up by then, and even Constantine stepped forward. Giovanni introduced them and said, “I think we have a foundation for a new and better circus.” He would go with this gift and see who showed up before April. He just thought he better get some good acts or it will be a short circus.

Needles broke the ice with a comment to Titania. She touched the straggly bits of hair on her own chin and said, “I like your beard. How did you get it to grow so full?”

After a second, Titania answered in her squeaky, high pitched little voice. “Thank you. It’s natural.”

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MONDAY

Don Giovanni slowly builds his new circus as acts come all through the winter to try out. Just when he is exhausted from it all, the trouble shows up. Happy Reading…

 

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