Tussaud by Belinda Lyons-Lee

Author:Belinda, Lyons-Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781925760750
Publisher: Transit Lounge

She went back up to her bedchamber after breakfast to change into her work clothes. Upon opening her door she noticed an anomaly on her bureau: four envelopes lay upon it, each inscribed in wavering black ink. Next to them was a larger brown paper package. She picked up the first envelope and pulled out a thick lock of hair, light brown with a tinge of warmth through it, tied at the top with string. She held it to her nose: scentless. The next envelope she emptied into her cupped hand. A single tooth, the root long, the surface patterned and pearly like the underside of a seashell. It was a creamy white and ground down at the top. She turned it between her thumb and forefinger; held it up to look at it closely. This, then, was to be the colour of Elanor’s teeth. The envelope labelled ‘Lips’ contained a dried rose petal, a beautiful deep red. And from the final envelope she pulled out a piece of glass, green, perhaps from a medicine bottle?

Marie opened the brown paper package, knowing from its shape and weight that it was clothes. She pulled out a simple light-green dress with a white chemise and a pair of drawers.

A fourth envelope fell out from between the garments, and she picked it up. ‘Elanor is to be made in every particular a woman. Every particular.’ So His Grace had condescended to communicate directly with her on this one occasion, concerning the particularities of his commission that specifically involved the satisfaction of his bodily parts. How very characteristic of a man.

She turned away, feeling flushed. Two cavities. He obviously intended on using this wax automaton, on using Elanor, for his own debauched purposes, but how did Marie feel about her creation being subjected to such acts? It felt depraved, but it should really come as no surprise, given what she’d seen Philidor attempt. And the 5th Duke of Portland was clearly an eccentric. She returned each item to its envelope and tied up the clothes to take them down to her workshop. The duke had considerably aided her task by providing her with these samples and directions; she would just have to match them with her own stock and, if not, send to Paris. No shoes, though – an interesting omission.

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