089 – Roxanne Does Business

As Rox drove to her next stop Caspian used her cell phone to call Judge Kevan and update him on the situation. They stopped at the karate supply store she used, and purchased a new gi in Steven’s size. She suspected that the elves would probably tear it apart at the seams, and Steven would not appreciate them doing that to his current one. She also stopped at the archery store, for some broad heads.

When they arrived home, Steven’s car was in the garage. A note from Leticia hung in the center of the bulletin board. Cyrril was agitated. Also Steven’s effects were on the counter, with a new vest pack, within a second stuffed into itself.

‘Rox: Steven has been taken to the County Police Station. He needs you to go get him. What is this little beast? It looks like a dragon. There is a story here that I expect to be told in full. Leticia.’

“Well, this is peachy.” Rox put the note down.

“Peachy?” Caspian had not heard that adjective before.

“Does that Judge you know, know any lawyers up here?”

“I’ll have to ask.”

“Do that, now.” Rox’s tone was flat with frustration.

Rox handed Caspian the home phone, and went to the bedroom, moving the fresh shopping on to the couch as she went past. Here she gathered up her hiking boots, some more replacement clothes for herself and for Steven, then went back out front to hear Caspian talking to someone. For a moment Roxanne was unsure of the language she was hearing. Then it settled to English. She unloaded her arms onto the couch.

Caspian held the handset out to her. “He wants to talk to you. This is Judge Alistare Kevan.”

She took the handset. “Hello.”

“Mrs. Roxanne Caplan, I’m Judge Alistare Kevan. Caspian has told me the bare facts, but being from elsewhere has not got a solid grasp of the legal situation. I believe you want a Lawyer?” An unfamiliar male voice spoke.

“Yes. My husband Steven has been picked up. Presumably on suspicion of causing all this trouble.”

“O.k. Got a pen and paper? I’m going to give you a name and number.”

Rox moved to the notepad and opened to a fresh page. “Go ahead.”

“The firm is Torry and Clark. Ask for Ron Scalegi. I’ve worked with him before on cases involving…visitors.” He paused, being careful how he couched his words. He then gave her the phone number. “I’m going to call him right now. Call him in about 20 minutes if I don’t get back to you first, and tell him the full truth. Anything less and he may turn you down.”

“Is he expensive?” Rox had never retained a lawyer for anything before. Her mom was expensive, but did not handle criminal matters.

“I don’t know. He’s never billed me.”

“This is in your hands.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Caplan. Everything will work out.”

Judge Kevan disconnected the line. Rox hung up. Caspian looked curious, with Cyrril perched on his shoulders.

“We wait. Then I call the lawyer.” She went back to the front room. “In the meantime, I’m going to pack.” And she started to do so, pulling tags off the new stuff, and tossing the trash into a can. Rox separated the vest packs, turning the one right side out. She then put a few heavy things at the bottom of the pack on Steven’s new pack vest, followed by the new gi, rolled into itself. She rolled three pairs of her spandex tops and shorts tightly and put then into her pack-vest, for convenience. The new socks followed. Her archery field maintenance kit was put in the top. Three more rolls of film were put into a front pouch on Steven’s vest. The new boots and her own pair were respectively tied together by their laces for easy carry, and set aside. She then took the water bladders and was rinsing them when the home phone rang. The caller ID. matched the Lawyers number.

“Hello, this is Roxanne Caplan.”

“Mrs. Caplan. My name is Ron Scalegi. Alistare Kevan just asked me to talk to you.”

“Yes.” Rox motioned for Caspian to get on the other extension. “I have a friend who will be joining us on the line.” Caspian picked up the phone as she said this.

“My name is Caspian.”

“Ron Scalegi. Mrs. Caplan, I understand your county sheriff has taken your husband in to custody. Is this correct?”

“I don’t know for sure. And I don’t want to call, and find out myself.” Rox did not yet want to get involved with the local police, after what Steven had said happened the night she was last here.

“Very well. Do you want me to find out?”

“What would that cost?”

“For Alistare, I take clients on contingency.”

“Very well. Please call and find out about my husband, Steven Caplan.”

“I will do that, and get back to you, in about half an hour.”

“Thank you.”

They all hung up.

Caspian helped Rox finish with the water bladders, and fill them. They then assembled the filters and packed them back up when Ron called back.

“Good news and sort of good news. Your husband was picked up, but only for questioning. No charges have yet been filed.” Ron Scalegi kept his tone neutral.

“Are they going to let him go?”

“The officer that I talked to could not answer that question.”

“O.k. It’s just that we are in a bit of a hurry.”

“Do you have time to come see me in person?”

Rox looked at the clock, being out of the habit of wearing a watch. “Um, where are you located?”

He told her, she wrote the address and Carson City landmarks down.

“Twenty five minutes travel time…Um, yeah. We can be there in half an hour.”

“I will be waiting.”

Rox and Caspian slapped some sandwiches together, finished the water they had been drinking, and locked up as they went out and got in her truck. This time Cyrril came with. Rox drove quickly into Carson, and parked in the lot of the building. The sandwiches were gone by then.

They went inside, Cyrril riding Caspian’s shoulder, though nobody noticed. On the third floor, they were directed to an office suite within the law firm’s offices. After knocking, a man about Steven’s age opened the door and let them in, shaking their hands in turn.

“Mrs. Caplan, Mr. Caspian, I’m Ron Scalegi.”

Ron Scalegi was shorter than average, stocky and moved with unconscious confidence. He would have fit on Tywacomb well. His suit coat and tie hung from a wood coat tree. Pictures of family and rock climbers surrounded his several framed certificates on the wall behind his desk. A conversation pit was on one side of the room by the windows, to which he steered Rox and Caspian. He produced the typical yellow legal pad and disposable ball point pen from their places on the coffee table and sat in an arm chair facing them. He noted the time at the top of the sheet.

“O.k. It is just short of two pm. Just to summarize. At this moment, your husband, Steven Caplan, is at the Douglas County Sheriff’s Office, being cooperatively questioned about the disappearance and presumed abduction of you, Mrs. Roxanne Caplan, and your children Diana and Alex. I have been asked to assist you by Judge Alistare Kevan. I don’t know officially anything beyond that.” Ron wrote on his pad as he talked. “So, what’s the simplest beginning to this?”

Caspian spoke first. “I suppose it is that some really nasty people think Diana and Alex Caplan are children of prophecy, in the place where the nasty people are. So they had the kids kidnapped and in process ended up getting Roxanne as well. Being bad guys and having enemies, the enemies found out about the plot, and sent me to thwart it. But I failed, so I did what I could.

“At the time, Mr. Caplan, Steven, was out of town. I observed from a distance as the events unfolded, until I felt comfortable to approach Steven, and explain the situation. From there we immediately set out to get Rox and the kids.

“First we found that Rox had been separated and sold as a slave. After spending several weeks getting her back, we set out to go catch up to the kids. In process we were interrupted by the people that sent me in the first place, and summoned to their city to report our progress.

“So we went there, and while re-supplying, Rox and Steven decided to come home to pick up a few things and run some errands. We got in last night. Steven got up first, and while on his errands was picked up.”

Ron took notes, through all of this. “Do you know where the kids are?”

“Generally.” Caspian answered.

Ron wrote more notes. “Off the record, how much of this took place on this planet? That little creature on your shoulder tells me plain enough that you’re not a local. And your hair…”

Rox answered this. “I’m a native. My family is several generations native. He is not. The kidnapping happened here, and the last twenty hours we’ve been here. The rest is off planet.”

“O.k.” Ron scratched more notes. “While you were coming, I called back down to the sheriff’s office. From what I could tell, they want to hold your husband for a psych-evaluation.”

Caspian responded. “We don’t have time for that. The sooner we get back, and after the kids, the better.”

Ron pursed his lips. “Sounds reasonable. But odds are they aren’t going to willingly let him go, unless you can present yourself and the kids.

“For the record, I need to know about them. Name, sex, age, the basics.”

Roxanne could provide this off the top of her head. “Diana, girl, 10, brown hair, tall, skinny. Alex, boy, 8, blond hair, tall, skinny.”

Ron wrote this, and looked over his notes. “I suppose I can get the rest of the information from the police. Though the question is how to get Steven out.”

Rox looked at Caspian.

Caspian looked at the far wall for a moment. “Can you get us in to see him?”

“I could go down with you, but I won’t let you get me in any trouble.” Ron looked a bit icy at this.

“My cover is as a ‘detective’. Does that mean that I can go in and talk to Steven? With my assistant?” He looked at Roxanne as said this.

“Don’t see why not, but I have nothing to do with this.”

Rox cut off Caspian’s response. “Fair enough. Do you know just where my husband is?” She bit off the rest of her question.

Ron put his pad down. “I’m probably going to need to ask when I get there. May I presume that you want to retain me to defend your husband, Mrs. Caplan?”

“Mr. Scalegi, I want you to defend my husband, Steven Caplan, against whatever charges he will face. My husband may have another Lawyer in mind to help, but that can be dealt with later. Also I believe Judge Kevan can put you in contact with my mother, who is a business lawyer in the Bay Area, if needed.” Rox was ready to do about anything.

“Very well. I will do so. First, I’m going to make some phone calls. Then I will head down to see your husband in person.” Ron stood up.

Caspian and Rox followed suit, and Cyrril jumped from the back of the couch to Caspian’s shoulder. They all shook hands and Rox and Caspian left the office. Once into the foyer and going down the stairs and across the parking lot outside, the unspoken question was asked by Caspian.

“So, what are we going to do? Our window closes within the next day.”

Roxanne climbed into her truck, and started toward the closest mall as she answered. “I think I need a suit. And we need brief cases. We have to get Steven out of there. The legal stuff can wait. The elves won’t.”

They drove to the mall, and Caspian got a taste of how to shop fast.

090 – Now You See 'Em . . .

First Rox found a jacket and skirt. She was told the color was strawberry red. Next she selected a white blouse. She came out of the changing room, and stood in front of the mirror.

“Hum. Almost, but shorten the skirt to ultra-mini. Just below the bottom of the jacket. And tuck it into body-hugging tight.” She pulled and tugged at the garments as she said this. And the tailor who was there marked it with his chalk. First the blouse, then she put on the jacket, and it was marked with the skirt.

“If you can get these done in an hour, I will appreciate it.”

“But ma’am, I am a bit…”

Rox cut him off. “I need these in an hour. Otherwise I will find somewhere else to get them.”

The tailor looked like a fish for a moment, and then finally spoke. “Very well.” He took the blouse, jacket and skirt as she took them off, and left. Rox got dressed again and went out front, where Caspian waited. He had heard the exchange.

“What’s this about?”

“We are going to go in and see Steven. And I want to look as far from my normal self as I can. Come on.”

Rox dragged Caspian to Victoria’s. Where he again waited outside while she went in. She purchased a push-up bra and a set of silicone fillers to enlarge her bust, and a set of pantyhose. Next they went to a shoe store, for a pair of pumps to match the skirt and jacket. Last they went into a barber.

“Cut the tails and mane off, and even the sides to the top. Then give me a shampoo, and some light makeup.”

Half an hour later, Rox emerged with almost a butch cut, but was content.

“They, or I, will just magic it back to length,” she said to Caspian as they went back for the suit.

The skirt was done and the blouse was in process when she came in. In her haste, Rox tossed dignity aside faster than at the elfin tailors. She went into the changing room, with her goods, and emerged wearing the pumps, hose, skirt, bra and padding. She put the blouse on and had it adjusted across her shoulders and back to nicely tight. The tailor had it finished quickly, and Rox put it on. The jacket was easier, and as he finished it she picked up a cravat and tied it on. She was helped on with the jacket. It fit just right. She put her own clothes in the bag, and paid for her new suit, and she and Caspian left.

Rox detailed her plan to Caspian as she drove. It was a simple meet and extraction.

They stopped at a thrift store, and found two old briefcases. Roxanne put her clothes into her briefcase, as Caspian started adding magic to his. Rox called for a cab, and then dropped the truck at Steven’s work. Caspian stayed by the truck, with Cyrril.

When Rox walked in the office, nobody recognized her, especially as her eyes were pointed, her hair was cut and white, and she wore a suit. She talked briefly to Leticia, and called Mrs. Winchel’s voice mail, while waiting of the cab. Once Leticia calmed down, Rox told her as little as necessary.

“We are going to see Steven. Take the truck home.”

“What are you up to, Rox?”

“None of your business. You don’t know anything. Except that this is the Lawyer I got to work on this case. If Steven has already got one going, get him in touch with this one.” Rox scratched a quick note as the taxi arrived.

“There’s our ride. See you when we see you.” Rox followed Caspian to the cab.

The taxi took them to the Sheriff’s Office, and left. Rox and Caspian had worked it out. They were detectives, and here to talk to Steven, at the asking of Judge Kevan, per Caspian’s original story. It was late in the 3 o'clock hour when they walked up to the desk. Just in time to annoy the woman at the desk before a busy shift ended. Steven had been here for over half his day by this time.

Deputy Poulson came out to meet them, a bit surprised to see them ‘so soon’. He completely missed recognizing Caspian for Rox’s eye candy appearance, despite Caspian looking completely identical to their last meeting. Rox wanted this, and had picked her costume deliberately.

Deputy Poulson held the door as Caspian and Rox entered the room where Steven was sitting, doodling on a legal pad.

“Mr. Caplan. These people say they are from your Lawyer’s firm to talk to you. The Lawyer will be right along.”

Steven looked at them. Caspian in the suit, which Steven vaguely remembered. Rox in the tight red jacket and mini-skirt, with a white blouse and fluffy cravat, all of which Steven had never seen before. Both had brief cases.

Caspian spoke. “Mr. Caplan, how are things?”

“Fine.” He put he pad and paper down. “I’m ready to go, though.” Steven looked at Deputy Poulson, then back.

“Yes, I’m sure you are.” Caspian answered.

Steven looked back at Deputy Poulson. “Am I under arrest?”

“Not yet,” the Deputy responded.

Rox shrugged. “Then we are leaving.”

Caspian dropped his brief case, which quietly disintegrated into a cloud of white smoke that filled the room making visibility arms length at best. Steven remembered the fight in Veradale starting in generally the same way.

Rox tripped Deputy Poulson with her chair. She and Caspian went to where Steven had stood up. Caspian extracted his staff from his coat, returned it to size, and thumped the ground with it.

“Everybody hold on.”

They teleported out, leaving a ‘whomp’ of air and swirl of smoke as they left.

Ron Scalegi opened the door as the dry white smoke poured out, setting off a bit of pandemonium in the place. He just smiled and shook his head. “Alistare warned me.”

Deputy Poulson crawled out coughing, white powder from the settling smoke beginning to cling to his clothes.

Three people and some white smoke appeared in the Caplan’s backyard, much the way they did the night before.

Steven let go, and looked at the other two. “Thanks. Now let’s get out of here.”

“As soon as we change clothes.” Rox was moving toward the doors.

They went inside, Steven and Rox went in to the bedroom, Rox dropping the brief case, and unbuttoning the jacket.

“Where did you get this outfit?” Steven waved at the red jacket and skirt.

“Just got it at the mall.”

“Looks nice.”

“Thanks.” She pulled the jacket and blouse off, and then pealed the rest off, leaving it where she dropped it. She pulled on some clean spandex, and the clothes she was wearing when they arrived.

Steven put on his outfit he had been wearing the night before, leaving his clothes on the bed.

They found Caspian already changed, Cyrril having shown up after disappearing when Caspian and Rox had entered the mall.

Rox wrote a quick note, as Steven gathered up the stuff they were taking with from the couch, and they all went back outside. Caspian quickly repeated the teleport spell and they were gone, just as police sirens and Mrs. Winchel could be heard coming.

Mrs. Winchel found the front door unlocked and went in, as the cruiser came screeching to a stop. Mrs. Winchel stood in the kitchen reading the note Rox had left, when the police woman came in with her hand on her weapon.

“They didn’t even stop by for tea.”

The police woman thought the neighbor sounded more annoyed than angry.

They went through the house, quickly noting the few messes left, and went to the master bedroom. The place looked a bit of a mess, since Rox and Steven did not bother to put anything away or make the bed, leaving it to Mrs. Winchel, per Rox’s note. Piled on the bed was the brand new outfit. The briefcase these were piled on had the sales tags and receipts, and Roxanne’s usual jeans and tee shirt. Steven’s clothes were also piled on the bed.

The police woman did not have any description of people to look for, and after reporting only the neighbor’s presence she left. Mrs. Winchel dutifully laundered and stored everything, after the police woman left. She found the red pumps under the bed as she remade it.

Leticia arrived after business hours with the truck as Mrs. Winchel emerged to go back home.

“The need to be right coupled with the desire to use force and be important. It makes for a pathetic constable,” Caspian said, as he started moving about the North Sierra clearing.

“I think at this point, the only way to convince them of my innocence will be to produce a kidnapper and the kids.” Steven sat on a log, while the other two began drawing on the ground

“Or not come back.” Roxanne worked with her short staff.

“You want to raise our kids on another world?” Steven watched.

“It has its good points,” Rox continued tracing her side of the symbol for the interplanetary teleport spell.

“We will discuss this later.”

Steven put down the pack and collapsed onto the bed. Roxanne followed suit, sitting instead of toppling.

“Is interstellar teleport always so draining?” Steven asked rhetorically.

They had each done this three times now. Caspian had told them in passing that the longer the teleport, the more the stress on their bodies. On top of this latest planet to planet jump, they had done to and from the landing spot on the planets they were on. The cumulative jumping had left them exhausted, and dehydrated.

Rox put her bag aside after rummaging through it; she then stretched out next to her husband. In the next few moments they were both asleep.

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� ca0 ��malCxSpMiddle style='text-indent:.5in'>Ron wrote this, and looked over his notes. “I suppose I can get the rest of the information from the police. Though the question is how to get Steven out.”

Rox looked at Caspian.

Caspian looked at the far wall for a moment. “Can you get us in to see him?”

“I could go down with you, but I won’t let you get me in any trouble.” Ron looked a bit icy at this.

“My cover is as a ‘detective’. Does that mean that I can go in and talk to Steven? With my assistant?” He looked at Roxanne as said this.

“Don’t see why not, but I have nothing to do with this.”

Rox cut off Caspian’s response. “Fair enough. Do you know just where my husband is?” She bit off the rest of her question.

Ron put his pad down. “I’m probably going to need to ask when I get there. May I presume that you want to retain me to defend your husband, Mrs. Caplan?”

“Mr. Scalegi, I want you to defend my husband, Steven Caplan, against whatever charges he will face. My husband may have another Lawyer in mind to help, but that can be dealt with later. Also I believe Judge Kevan can put you in contact with my mother, who is a business lawyer in the Bay Area, if needed.” Rox was ready to do about anything.

“Very well. I will do so. First, I’m going to make some phone calls. Then I will head down to see your husband in person.” Ron stood up.

Caspian and Rox followed suit, and Cyrril jumped from the back of the couch to Caspian’s shoulder. They all shook hands and Rox and Caspian left the office. Once into the foyer and going down the stairs and across the parking lot outside, the unspoken question was asked by Caspian.

“So, what are we going to do? Our window closes within the next day.”

Roxanne climbed into her truck, and started toward the closest mall as she answered. “I think I need a suit. And we need brief cases. We have to get Steven out of there. The legal stuff can wait. The elves won’t.”

They drove to the mall, and Caspian got a taste of how to shop fast.

091 – Steven Gets Fitted

Journal of Steven Caplan: Day 122

We got back on the local Sunday, and none of the shops was open. It was just as well. Rox and I both crashed, hard. So now on the local Monday, we are back in business. Rox is going to her outfitter and magic lessons. I am going to see my outfitter. I have been told that my once-only escort has refused to participate, so I get to go on my own

I wonder how much of a mess we will find on Earth, once we finally get back.

The Mundrl's Outfitters shop smelled of properly cured leathers, layered with tallow from the candles, and a few other scents mingling through. Rolls of fabric and other materials were stacked in shelves that were fresh since his last visit.

Steven had been here long enough to be familiar with the height difference, but he was still a bit uneasy with being the shortest in the room, rather than the tallest. As he walked into the back he passed Master Mundrl helping a customer, both of whom Steven only came to mid-chest on.

In the back room, the boy-elf quickly pulled the box of Steven’s stuff from under the table, and put it on one corner as Steven began unpacking his new stuff which Rox had packed for him. In the top of the pack he found the new gi, it was set aside. Next were a new set of boots, and at the bottom among the replacement toys he found a surprise.

Steven pulled the gun out of the bag and unholstered it, instinctively pointing it in a safe direction. He thumbed the magazine release, dropping the magazine on the table. It was empty. Then he racked the slide, locking the gun open. Nothing came out. It was as empty as when he had put it away when he last handled it. He put the empty open gun back partway into the holster, and set it a bit into the middle of the table. Next he got out the magazine pouch, removed both magazines, and found them empty. In the bottom of the bag, were 2 boxes of ‘carry’ ammo, one full, one partially. These were put next to the gun with the 3 magazines and pouch.

Master Mundrl had entered while Steven was checking the gun, and stood by waiting as Steven finished sorting things. The elf had what looked like a glass disk the size of a quarter on a choker, and a funny earring in his hand. He held these out to Steven.

Steven looked them over, and then tied the choker on centering the disk over his throat. The earring fit more like a single earphone, with a loop of wire that held it to his ear. Master Mundrl adjusted it slightly.

“Now, how well perceive you speech mine?”

Master Mundrl looked what Steven had picked up as questioning. It took Steven a moment to process what he had heard. His right ear with the earphone heard English. His left heard the native elf language.

“I think I understood what you said.”

Steven heard three sets of words; English in his right ear; the native human language that Caspian had taught and magically arranged for him to use as his primary language in his left; and then in a flatter tone, words in the elf language. The disk at his throat vibrated a bit at this. Steven put his hand to it.

“The quick red fox jumps over the lazy brown dog.” This time he made a conscious effort to speak English. There was a slight delay, and then the disk vibrated, emitting more elvish words, which the thing in his ear retranslated. As the day went on, Steven realized that the elf language used conjugated verbs, and their grammar put the modifier before the modified word.

“Interesting.” Steven looked up at the elf, consciously staying in English. “It’s like a little speaker.”

Master Mundrl waved it off. “They should help us to communicate.” He pointed at the gun. “What is that?”

“This is a handgun. A weapon from my own world. Caspian told me not to bring it, the first time. My wife slipped it in this time.”

The elf reached for it, questioningly. “I have not seen a gun in almost two hundred years. May I?”

Steven unholstered the pistol, and handed it over butt first.

“The design from your world has changed. Does it still use chemical powder?”

The gun looked like a toy in the elf’s large nimble hands. Steven extracted a round from one of the boxes, and held it up taking the gun back.

“This ammunition uses a smokeless powder that is ignited by a percussion strike on the primer.”

The elf turned the copper-jacketed hollow-pointed round over in his fingers.

“It is much more efficient than black powder, and less messy.” Steven took the proffered round back and put it back in its box, which was set back aside.

The Master elf looked over the pile of stuff, and looked at Steven.

“I have updated instructions, to outfit you as one of us. But I doubt that would prove practical for you. So. Take from all that is here, and dress as you would. From there I will design and adjust.”

Steven looked over the pile and his box of stuff, then began. He hesitated, then put the holstered gun and magazine pouches on his belt along with all else. He then put his new vest on, and called the Master's attention.

“This holster is designed to be carried under ones outer clothes. I would prefer it to be in this same position on my belt, or forward to the side of my hip on the vest. But this vest is not set up to carry a gun. I did not think I would be bringing one, so I did not bring a vest to carry one.”

Next his vest pack was filled, or the empty pockets designated for their intended cargo. The bag of crossbow bolts was hung from the vest belt. Finally the detachable backpack with one water bladder filled, a second designated, and his bedroll attached, was secured to the vest. The vest was put aside and Steven put his great coat on, then the vest was put back over the great coat. Then the ‘new’ sword belt wrapped around, and the sheath hung. The King’s Sword put in, noticeably loose. The spare water skins were left aside, the crossbow was shouldered, and Steven turned to the elf.

“Good. Now, how do you move when you fight?”

Master Mundrl’s son approached Steven, being closer to Steven’s height than his father. The boy had a set of wood swords, which he set on the table. They stepped into the open part of the room.

Master Mundrl spoke as they moved. “I’m vaguely familiar with your ‘tournament rules.’ If you would abide them, and fight my son?”

Steven shrugged. “O.k. That’s actually what the gi is for. But this way is just as well.”

Steven did not bother to warn up or stretch. He had learned the hard way in the Corps that in most real fights you do not get the time to warm up. In rapid succession he ran through a series of full range attacks and defenses for hand fighting, and then as the boy recovered from the first barrage, Steven put the crossbow aside on the table. It had been a while since Steven had fought with a pack on, but it did not prove a burden.

The older elf watched intently as Steven hit and kicked at the boy, who was doing all he could to defend himself.

Then the older elf handed the wood swords to them, and took The Kings sword aside after Steven unsheathed it. Steven had never been more than a passable fencer. But he could handle a sword with some increasing skill. And as before, the whole point of the exercise was range of movement in his costume, and not to defeat this particular opponent. Steven felt quite warm when finished, and remembered the gi.

“That other costume I have there, that is my practice outfit. With it, I could show you my full range of motion.”

“Very well.”

Steven shucked the vest-pack, untangled the sword belt, and put it down. Pulled his great coat and shirt off and put on the gi top. Then pulled his boots and socks off, and put aside his trousers and donned the gi trousers. Steven then stretched a bit. He put aside the ear piece and choker. The youth could sense a change in Steven’s demeanor as he approached. The playfulness had left his face, and a steady focus replaced it.

Steven quickly learned that the boy did not really know tournament rules. Or that much about melee fighting, until they retrieved the sticks again. Then it was all Steven could do to hold onto his. They found an acceptable conclusion with Steven having caught the youth’s sword, breaking his own, and knocking the boy’s wind out with a solar plexus strike. Both were sweaty and out of breath, and more than slightly bruised.

The elder elf was applauding in satisfaction. The younger elf stepped aside, shacking his hands. Steven put the jewelry back on, still huffing.

“He’s good.”

“Thank you. We prefer armed arts to hand fighting. Having watched you, I ask, would you like a pair of gloves?”

“In the Corps, I always wore a pair of gloves that had the fingers removed below the first knuckle. Unless it was cold weather. Not everyone did, that was just my habit. Then I had a shooters mitten with one finger exposed and piece that pulled over. But since then, all I’ve used was standard gloves for warmth, which I would remove when shooting.” Steven motioned over his hands as he spoke.

“Would you like some gloves?”

“Yes, but before you measure, I think it best to let the swelling subside.” Steven shook his throbbing hands.

The adult elf pulled a stone about the size of a flat baseball from a nearby box. He deliberately dropped it on the table then picked it up and handed it to Steven. “Hold on to this.”

The stone throbbed and vibrated at a high frequency. For a few moments, it was all Steven could do to grip it.

“That vibrates at a very high frequency. I use it to smooth large sheets out, but it also helps bruises, by allowing everything to circulate, rather than settle. My grand-sire uses one for his arthritic hands.”

Steven wrapped both hands around the flat stone. The sensation of it was a new one to him, but quickly his hands loosened up, almost back to normal, and the swelling diminished.

In the mean time the boy had disappeared, as had bits of Steven’s stuff. Specifically his spare BDU trousers, belt, and both vests, the new one having been emptied first.

“Those were taken to be disassembled for use as a pattern,” Master Mundrl explained. “They already fit, so there is no point in measuring anew.”

Steven nodded. “So I just wait here?” He worked the vibrating stone over the backs of his hands and forearms as he leaned against the table.

“Yes. Much of your stuff, there is no use in replacing. But some of it, we can provide native replacements. If nothing else, it will attract less attention.”

A few moments later, an elf woman came in with several cuts of material draped over her arms. Steven recognized some as pieces of his trousers.

“Stand on the platform please.” She motioned to the raised part of the floor. “And remove your trousers, unless you will be wearing them as an under-layer.”

Steven left his gi trousers on the table, stood on the platform, and got a taste of what happened to Roxanne as a small cadre of elfin craftsmen and women worked over his costume.

‘Fortunately,’ Steven thought to himself ‘mine is only a replacement, not a new wardrobe.’

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“My cover is as a ‘detective’. Does that mean that I can go in and talk to Steven? With my assistant?” He looked at Roxanne as said this.

“Don’t see why not, but I have nothing to do with this.”

Rox cut off Caspian’s response. “Fair enough. Do you know just where my husband is?” She bit off the rest of her question.

Ron put his pad down. “I’m probably going to need to ask when I get there. May I presume that you want to retain me to defend your husband, Mrs. Caplan?”

“Mr. Scalegi, I want you to defend my husband, Steven Caplan, against whatever charges he will face. My husband may have another Lawyer in mind to help, but that can be dealt with later. Also I believe Judge Kevan can put you in contact with my mother, who is a business lawyer in the Bay Area, if needed.” Rox was ready to do about anything.

“Very well. I will do so. First, I’m going to make some phone calls. Then I will head down to see your husband in person.” Ron stood up.

Caspian and Rox followed suit, and Cyrril jumped from the back of the couch to Caspian’s shoulder. They all shook hands and Rox and Caspian left the office. Once into the foyer and going down the stairs and across the parking lot outside, the unspoken question was asked by Caspian.

“So, what are we going to do? Our window closes within the next day.”

Roxanne climbed into her truck, and started toward the closest mall as she answered. “I think I need a suit. And we need brief cases. We have to get Steven out of there. The legal stuff can wait. The elves won’t.”

They drove to the mall, and Caspian got a taste of how to shop fast.

092 – Rounding Third, Heading For Home

Roxanne went into the weapon smith that had been recommended to her by Master Eklund, and placed her bow on his counter. Three nylon bags of a dozen arrows each were over her shoulder. The head smith came over. Rox pulled an arrow from the rack and presented it as the elf approached. The six arrows on the bow, and one of the bags of twelve had broad-heads on the ends. The other two dozen were blunt tips for target practice.

“These are from my world. They are balanced to my bow. I want some made of local materials, and a few that explode.”

The smith took the arrow from Rox.

“Be careful of the steel tip. The shaft is aluminum, the fletching, nylon,’ she explained.

He kept his hand away from the broad-head, as he weighed the arrow and tested its balance. “Those are not unknown material applications, but the workmanship is different than here. May I try the bow?”

She picked it up and handed it to him. He notched the arrow, aimed across the shop, pulled back, and let fly. The broad-head cut deep into a straw and sand stuffed practice target. The bow was small for him, Rox thought he looked like a skilled adult with a child’s bow.

“Impressive.” Despite the bow being a smaller than comfortable size for his stature, he recognized the inherent quality in the design. The bow had an arrow rack on one side and a shoulder harness on the other for carry in the field.

Roxanne was first taught the bow by her mother, and later refined by a sensei. Since moving to Carson Valley, she had done a bit of bow hunting, but not much, as the closest areas were across the state lines in California and trying to get a permit there was ridiculous. One year she drew out for central northern Nevada, and had her deer on the second day of the hunt. She never submitted for another tag. Still, she practiced with some regularity, mostly by setting a target up in her garage, and then standing across her yard and shooting across into it.

He put the bow down, straps side down. “I can get you some wooden arrows, a bit larger than these metal ones, in a few days. Or if you prefer the metal ones, those will take longer.”

Rox considered. “The wood ones will do, as time is a bit of an issue.”

“Very well. How many?”

“What is the usual number your supplier works in?” Rox had no clue for this and did not want to order too few or too many.

“Most archers around here use the same weight of arrow, so he makes those in batches of hundreds. As yours will all be custom, comparatively, you may name the number.” He had been warned by Master Eklund that she was from elsewhere, so unaccustomed to local ways.

Rox nodded. “Is twenty a good number?”

“Twenty is fine, but you will need a large quiver to carry that many in. It looks like you have six arrows here.” He motioned at the rack on her bow. “Plus a few more there.” He pointed at the travel pouches that Rox had over her shoulder.

“Eighteen arrows with broad heads; twenty four with blunt tips for target practice, which I expect to leave behind, unless you know where to get metal heads here. These pouches are unfit for carry, so I will need a quiver.”

He knew where to get the tips, after having one of the other broad heads used as a pattern in a sand-mold: the hardest part would be the threading on the back of the head to attach to the aluminum shafts.

Before Roxanne was done here, she removed the rack and harness, and the weapon smith replaced the harness with a simple sling. She also specified the quiver was to be worn on her left hip.

After leaving the weapon smith, and getting some lunch, Roxanne went to Master Eklund's Outfitters to continue getting her own costume and equipment worked over.  Roxanne had brought back a vest pack with some toys and one of her own gi’s in it. Master Eklund watched as Rox moved about in a similar abbreviated process to what Steven was going through. The gi was progressively marked up to be a pattern used by Master Senisith's tailors with some extra pockets to be used as an expedition outfit. Her trousers are to be fitted and reinforced with a crotch bellows, double layer seat, and secured within the uppers of her boots, with knee reinforcing on each leg.

When the mark-up of the whole was finished, Master Eklund adjusted the top pieces to be a mid-thigh-length tunic, with a double breasted tabard over this. The tunic and tabard would fit over trousers or skirt, as Rox elected to wear.

Once the patterns were set, these were sent over to Master Senisith's tailor shop.

They moved on to the fitted boots they had partly finished. Tearing her boots from earth apart at the seams they fitted their new boots to the soles. These boots had grieves attached at the inseam, made of a thick single layer, and cover her foot to her toes.

They also made a form fitting belt for between her waist and hips. It formed the lower piece of a harness that Rox would wear. Her quiver would be attached to the belt and a shoulder strap.

Some hand and wrist guards, modified to work with her archery, and a set of elbow pads were also marked out and started.

Roxanne's cloak and cape set were adequate and were put aside, rolled with the bedroll.

The gold chains were taken the jeweler, who would carefully melt, refine and then remake them as smaller rings, without removing the intrinsic magic. These were to be kept as part of her costume, to act as a magical amplifier, along with several large stones, and numerous small stones set in the chains. The jeweler worked with Master Iver's Apprentice to shape things properly.

When Rox did not have the chains on her, she found Master Iver's lessons a bit more challenging. This was just as well, so that she was using them as tools rather than crutches.

Master Iver and Rox worked on her use of her staff. So far she used it less as a magical staff than as a bo-staff. Twist two outer carved spots and the enchantment activated that tripled the effective length magically, but not visibly. Between them, Rox and Master Iver learned that magic sensitive people can perceive the ends. Besides the kinetic damage, the magic extensions also had an anti-magic quality, for canceling other spell effects, but only by physical contact of the magic fields.

Rox often split the staff in half for use as twin batons; she preferred that, as the staff was a bit short unless its primary enchantment was activated. Twist two inner carved spots and the staff came in half as the two fighting sticks; the magical extension did not work in this form.

The Sorceress had told Roxanne that she never stored any spells in the staff. But being magically imbued she could channel magic through it. Rox figured that she herself would not worry about storing spells that might go off at some time, or that she might forget. Instead she would use it like the chains, as a tool for channeling spells through.

Rox picked up Steven from Master Mundrl's. She paused when she saw Steven's hands and arms. Steven held them up, looking them over.

“They wanted to see how I move. So I spared with an elf. Full contact.”

Roxanne looked closer at the strangely colored bruises on his hands. “How did they get that color?”

“A vibrating stone, probably magic. I figure it kept everything fluid, and allowed the debris to be removed. I could use some jow, though.” His hands were multi-colored, but felt fine; at some point he had put the vibrating stone down and had not picked it back up.

That evening, after dinner, Rox and Seven discussed what they had for the kids to wear. Caspian joined the conversation and admitted to some heretofore unrevealed information, more in line of speculation. Caspian suggested that they would want to bring their own clothes for the kids: he reviewed the basic principles of trackers, and that the easiest way was either through a specific object, or like with the trackers he used, using some bodily material, hair and finger nails being the easiest to use. So they would want to take clothes for the kids, to eliminate that avenue of tracking. Also to help the kids more easily blend in to the locals.

So Steven and Rox stopped by Master Senisith's tailor shop and ordered one complete outfit and three complete sets of underwear for their son and daughter. These would need to be light weight, or they would need a magic pocket on their in-process costumes to carry the extra bulk, similar to the pockets in Rox's underwear. Master Senisith happily obliged. Not knowing the children's sizes, they made the clothes with built in adjustments, with straps and buttons to adjust them.

Over the next few days Steven ended up with two pairs of heavy cloth trousers that had a laced up gusset on the outside of either leg from the cuff to the knee, an extra layer of thin padding on his knees, and some leather bellows pockets that ran most of the way up his thighs with a drawstring top with a storm flap over that. The button fly had been a relatively novel idea to the elves. They ended up using local toggles and loops. The double reinforced and gusseted seat and inseam needed loosening up and working. They made the spare pair once the first was finished.

Steven kept his shirts as they were, and his leather belt from home.

Master Mundrl's apprentices built Steven a leather coat that was more of a tabard, to replace his great coat. Steven’s closest experience aside from the great coat was a field jacket but with marked differences. The sleeves matched his trousers for design, with a gusset from wrist to elbow made of cloth, with leather on the upper arm starting from the elbow; this leather was a double layer with a soft inner layer and hard outer layer up to the shoulders. Soft leather backing hard leather rerebraces and pauldrons that overlapped would form the outer layers on the shoulders and upper arms. The back was plain heavy cloth with the front being double breasted soft under hard leather, down to his waist. Then it split in four, front left and right and back left and right panels, each side split; the inner layer of heavy cloth hung below his knees, the outer hard leather hanging halfway down his thighs as tassets. The belt on the coat and on his trousers lined up, with loops and slits that ran through the coat enabling it to be hooked together with a single leather belt.

Over the coat, and secured to the belt went a new vest-pack. The body was cloth, edged with leather, and the leather pouches all closed as his thigh pockets did. On asking, Steven was told that none were magic. On back was a stuff bag with the water bladder and an array of cargo straps. This pack was arranged almost identically to the new one he brought back from Terra, save for the belt with its pouches.

Steven thought he was ready to go, when more was brought out.

A female elf brought a leather chunk that she wrapped around his waist, marked and took away. Then his limbs were measured for gloves and boots, over the trousers and coat. A large piece of cloth was tossed over him and measured for a cloak. The leather chunk was brought back, and put around his waist again. It now resembled a weight lifters girdle or a boxer’s belt for its size. This was drawn on, for a final shape, and again disappeared.

Master Mundrl conducted the comings and goings. He turned to Steven, motioning to the equipment on the table. “Start packing. Just to be sure it all fits.”

Steven went to the table and saw that all the weapons were missing. Quickly he put everything else in their approximate positions, and was shown how to unship the stuff sack on his back without removing the rest. It got filled, only about a quarter of the way, and reattached. Steven had expected to heat up in the leather, but found that it was surprisingly well ventilated on the sides and shoulders

Some glove pieces were brought in and the elves stitched some fingerless gauntlets with gusseted lengths to him, marked some points on a hard leather chunk over the top, and then removed the gauntlets.

The cloak returned, was fitted, rolled into itself, and secured to the coat across Steven’s shoulders, in similar method to the stuff sack.

The girdle returned, was marked for attachment to the belt under it, and other marks around its perimeter, and left again.

The half made boots appeared, the new pair of boots from home had been taken apart, and native leather replaced the nylon outer. This was now fitted to each leg, up to just under each knee with soft leather. As the boots left the gauntlets returned.

Steven put first one than the other on. The gussets matched up to the ones on the sleeves. Then a vambrace attached to the gauntlet was closed, completing that piece. A pair of soft leather and fur lined mittens was snugged on over his hands. Then put away into a thigh pocket. Steven looked the gauntlets over. The palms were reinforced, and the knuckles had an extra strip over them and down each finger to where it ended just beyond the first knuckle. The vambrace was stiff against his wrist, was two layers thick, and ran back just short of his elbow.

The girdle reappeared, was connected to the coat’s belt, removed and disappeared again.

By this time it was well into the evening of this day. Master Mundrl, who had been supervising in and out of the room, reappeared having followed the girdle.

“What’s left to do will wait to tomorrow. When you return we will finish the fitting and should be able to get you on your way.”

Steven stepped down from the stand, tired of standing on it, and hungry, not having had anything to eat since lunch. He put on the older pair of his boots, and left. A carriage was waiting for him.

093 – Batting Cleanup

Roxanne met him at the hotel door. “How was it?”

“Tiring. And I go back for a bit more tomorrow.”

“I get to go to my outfitter as well. I have been with the weapon smith and Master Eklund getting some adjustments made for my gear. My arrows are a day or so out. As is most of the rest of my stuff.”

Once in their room Steven pulled the coat’s belt open, opened the vest and coat, and then realized that the whole set was still hooked together. He pulled the belt out, and then looked at his arms and legs.

“Uggh,” he moaned.

Roxanne giggled. “Here. Let me.”

She opened the vambrace's, and the gauntlet gussets on one arm as Steven opened the few ties between his vest and coat with his free hand. Rox removed the gauntlet, then opened the sleeve; then she worked on the other. Finally Steven dropped the laden vest to a chair, and Rox pulled the coat off, and set the coat over the back of the chair.

“They did a good job. It looks like everything fits.”

“Yeah. And all it cost was some bruises, a set of BDU’s and a gi.”

“It looks like you need a good meal. Nice trousers, by the way.”

She watched as Steven stood up and moved around a bit, stretching and shaking his hands. He swung a leg up onto a chair back stretching a bit, then switched.

“The new boots get picked up tomorrow. They fit like the gauntlets do, with a grieve up to here.” He put his hand just over his knee. “Lets go get dinner.”

He unrolled the new cloak, and Roxanne got her own, and they left the room.

Journal of Steven Caplan: Day 125

The shopping is done! To my surprise I will be packing heat again. Rox and I are leaving some of our things here, and setting out more native than I would have considered. We ordered things for the kids that will help them blend in; that is due for pickup later today. No clue what they are up to or how they are holding up. Caspian says they are still moving and healthy but cannot give any more information than that.

We have been here, including our side trip back home, for about two weeks. Time to get moving again. My question is, how much more walking is there?

Steven entered the shop alone, and went right to the back room. It was just after opening, a few women were buying, and one was gossiping. She had been in here every time Steven had come, but she seemed more interested in talking, than in shopping.

On the table, Steven’s belt-gear had been left in a bit of a jumble, as though someone had been loading and unloading it. As he looked it over, and put on the choker and ear piece, he noticed his gun and all three magazines were unaccounted for in the pile. As was the sword he would be using.

He stood there for a few moments, when the young female elf and the very old one came in. The crone leaned on her stick that looked as gnarled as she did, for all that she looked Steven in the eye while bent over. The younger woman carried Steven’s boots. Both wore aprons. Steven had learned the night before that this was Mother Mundrl and one of her granddaughters, who was the niece of Master Mundrl. Obligingly, Steven got up on the pedestal, and removed his boots. The old crone elf said little, but commanded attention.

The boots had significant work done from the night before. The seams were closed and sealed up to the top cuff. A grieve that had been sized the night before was attached to the inside seam, and the straps and buckles that would secure it were also attached. Steven took the boot in hand and pulled as the girl wiggled the end onto his foot. Steven reached in and smoothed the cuff of his trousers and the gusset around his leg. Next he smoothed the boot a bit, and pulled on its gusset strings, tightening it up over his foot, across his ankle, and up to the cuff that rested just under his knee. Holding the ties tight, he slid a locking grommet tight, and folded the cords down. He then folded the grieve over the cords and gusset, and threaded the straps for the grieve into their buckles. Once all three were secure, he started at the bottom, and tightened them to comfortable. Steven then repeated the process for the other side. He then stood up and settled his feet, and moved around a bit.

“These feel very good.”

“The seams have been sealed, so water will not leak through.” Mother Mundrl spoke with great pride, as though threatening the seams.

A woman with the girdle from the night before came in. Steven hopped up onto the pedestal again, and this time the girdle was put around him. It did not have the hardware on it yet, so Steven held it around his waist as its position was adjusted and finalized. Steven noticed it had pouches and straps attached all the way it, but was not given time to examine these. The woman took the girdle away and left again.

The old crone and the young woman had disappeared while the girdle was worked with.

Steven removed his new coat and vest as he had begun to warm up slightly, and set them on the table. He moved around the room kicking and punching at the shadows. He was working his way around the table when Master Mundrl entered with the finished girdle.

“Try this on. It should fit.”

Various pouches and straps were attached to the girdle. On the left was the frog to hang his sword scabbard from. What was right in front of that surprised him, as did a specific pouch on the back of his right hip. A quiver for his crossbow bolts hung on his right side. After putting the new coat and vest back on, Steven worked around connecting things with the straps that passed through to the belt on the trousers.

“All right. Where is it?”

The tall, older elf handed Steven his gun. Steven pointed it up as he checked the empty chamber. He then put it into the holster at the back of his right hip and closed the flap, which completely covered the gun.

“Keep it closed, and the gun will stay dry, even under water.”

Steven found that the flap completely covered and concealed the butt of the gun.

“The same for these.” The magazines were handed over, each one empty. The ammo was in the box of stuff under the table. One magazine went into the gun, the other two into a pouch on the left, where he expected to find them. These also had flaps that completely concealed them.

Because of the scabbard frog, his knife butt sat at an odd angle, but was otherwise where he expected it.

“You have done a wonderful job. It all fits and moves well.” Steven finished packing all the odds and ends into the belt.

Steven shifted and shook things to settle them and moved around the room again. The crossbow bolts rattled until he pulled the drawstring on the top of the cloth cover tight around them. The stiff leather hampered things a bit, so he was working to loosen it up. At some point Master Mundrl had left again. He returned, with the old sword in a scabbard.

“This completes your costume.” The elf knelt and attached the loops in the scabbard to the frog on Steven’s belt, then stood back.

Steven found the hilt rested just at hand level, under his left hand. His ka-bar knife in front and a bit above, at nearly the same angle. And things now felt complete. He drew the sword, it came smoothly out, and went just as smoothly back in. The crossbar locked into the top of the scabbard properly, unlike the scabbard he and then Abey had stitched together for his other sword.

Master Mundrl's son had returned, and for a half minute, he and Steven sparred to make sure all was good, and did not interfere or bind as he moved. That finished, Steven turned to the older elf.

“Thank you, again.” Steven bowed slightly, having picked up that this was a sign of respect in this community.

“You’re welcome. Please bring your children by, on your way back through.” Master Mundrl pulled out the box of rejected stuff from under the table and left it on the table. He then went out front to help some other customer. Steven shouldered his crossbow, took the box and left.

He got back to the hotel room in time to meet Roxanne for lunch. Steven left his pack and cloak behind, wearing the coat and vest with all its attached equipment to get used to it, and loosen the stiff leather up.

After lunch they picked up the stuff they ordered for the kids from Master Senisith, spending some of the money that came from the gold dress and jewelry Steven had acquired. Instead of putting magical pockets in the costumes, they made stuff sacks that were a bit larger on the inside, that held the kids clothes and a few other things. These were later put in Steven's pack.

Rox went off to her lesson with Master Iver, and Steven took the shopping back to the hotel. He put it aside to sort out later. First he turned to other things. Using the tripod, and the camera’s timer, Steve took a few pictures of himself in his kit. The tripod was then packed back up in a pouch for it on the side of the stuff sack.

Steven then went to the weapon smith that Rox had gone to for arrows and a quiver. While there, one of the journeyman elves showed Steven how to better care for and clean his sword. Some of the lamination on the blade was showing, where it had been resharpened and nicks smoothed. Steven got a better honing stone for his troubles. The Master Smith looked the sword over and commented that it was almost purely functional, with the gold and bronze being secondary for decoration.

They presented Steven with the two dozen local-made broad heads for Rox's arrows. Rox had left the arrows so the heads were all mounted, and had been shot twice for test. The local made heads showed a different coloring pattern and polish level to the ones from Terra, but were otherwise visibly identical. The twenty wood arrows had the local narrow blade arrow heads slotted into the the rounded ends of the wood shafts and secured with tight wraps of wire, and feather fletchings with winds of wire holding them to place. These had also been test shot.

The quiver for Rox had two separate slots for the arrows, as the wooden ones were longer than the aluminum ones. There was also a set of loops on its front/downward side to put her staff into if she wanted. It also had a cloth top with a drawstring to secure the arrows on each slot. Last, the quiver had loops for hooking to a belt, with an adjustable shoulder strap to go across Rox's body; it could be set to hang at her hip, or across her back. The whole thing would hang almost straight down, with a slight forward tilt to keep the arrows from rolling far from easy reach at her hip.

Steven hung the quiver next to his sword, and slung the bow across the other direction, put his boony hat on and went back to the hotel. He garnered a few interesting looks as he went.