The lizzie characters don’t have much of a part in The Drache Girl, with the exception of Cissy.  This is because I wrote it before I wrote The Dark and Forbidding Land, and I didn’t yet realize how much I wanted them there.  Still, Cissy has a bit of a juicy part.

The reptilian hands pulled her back down the short end of the hall just in front of her bedroom.  Then they turned her around so that she faced the lizzie to whom they belonged.  It was Cissy.  Yuah had learned to recognize her, even without the ridiculous yellow skirt which she wore even now.  Cissy yanked open the door of the laundry shoot and pointed.

“In,” she said.

Yuah stuck Augie into the shaft, and still holding on to him, dived in after, head first.  Cissy lifted Yuah’s legs and gave her a push and she slid down two stories to land in the pile of unwashed clothing in the basement.  She rolled to her feet, quickly checking to see that Augie was unharmed.  She carried him across the room to the steps leading up and out into the side yard.  Poking her head out and looking both left and right, she didn’t see any of the cold-blooded intruders.

She ran quickly across the yard and out the front gate, just as more gunfire and a scream erupted from inside the Dechantagne home.  Yuah turned and looked at the front door as a single Lizzie, carrying a rifle, stepped out into the misty air.  It saw her, and with a look of evil determination started after her.  She ran, heedless of the sharp gravel on her bare feet.  She ran for the closest nearby house—Saba Colbshallow’s small home.

The reptilian hands pulled her back down the short end of the hall just in front of her bedroom.  Then they turned her around so that she faced the lizzie to whom they belonged.  It was Cissy.  Yuah had learned to recognize her, even without the ridiculous yellow skirt which she wore even now.  Cissy yanked open the door of the laundry shoot and pointed.

“In,” she said.

Yuah stuck Augie into the shaft, and still holding on to him, dived in after, head first.  Cissy lifted Yuah’s legs and gave her a push and she slid down two stories to land in the pile of unwashed clothing in the basement.  She rolled to her feet, quickly checking to see that Augie was unharmed.  She carried him across the room to the steps leading up and out into the side yard.  Poking her head out and looking both left and right, she didn’t see any of the cold-blooded intruders.

She ran quickly across the yard and out the front gate, just as more gunfire and a scream erupted from inside the Dechantagne home.  Yuah turned and looked at the front door as a single Lizzie, carrying a rifle, stepped out into the misty air.  It saw her, and with a look of evil determination started after her.  She ran, heedless of the sharp gravel on her bare feet.  She ran for the closest nearby house—Saba Colbshallow’s small home.

Iolanthe is one of my favorite characters and one of the most important in the series.  She’s so fun to write because she’s such a bitch.  She plays an important part in The Drache Girl, even though she is not one of the four main characters in this part of the story.

A second later, around the corner stepped Iolanthe Dechantagne and Yuah Korlann.  Iolanthe Calliere and Yuah Dechantagne, Staff mentally corrected himself.  Iolanthe was wearing a green velvet dress with at least seven ornately ruffled layers, and a white lace collar with a black bow.  Yuah wore a gold dress with a broad band of blue at the knees and a waterfall of lace draping from the shoulders and down over the bustle.  Both women wore hats covered in flowers that matched each of their dresses and carried matching muffs.  The two women saw Staff at the same moment and both stopped dead in their tracks.

“Radley,” gasped Iolanthe.

Then the three of them stood silently gaping at each other.  At last Yuah stepped forward.

“Mr. Staff, how lovely to see you again,” she said, removing one hand from her muff and offering it to him.

“Mrs. Dechantagne, you look more lovely that I remember.”

“Oh, pish-posh.  I’m getting to be an old lady.”

“That madam is sacrilege.”

She smiled.

Iolanthe still stood where she was.  Her face had gone from the pale of alabaster to the pale of ash.  Her mouth was agape, and she looked as though she was unable to breathe.  Staff stepped forward, taking her right wrist in his hands, pulling her hand from her muff and enfolding it in his own.

“Mrs.… It’s very nice to see you again.”

“Commander Staff,” said Iolanthe, at last, taking an audible breath.  “I didn’t realize you were in the country.”

“I had always planned to return.”

Iolanthe bit her lip.

“I’m here on business,” he said, releasing her hand and turning back to Yuah.  “I just spoke to your father and he was very helpful in offering me advice on how to get everything off the ground now that I’m here.”

“He does excel at giving advice,” conceded Yuah.  “What business will you be running.”

“Coal.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I have some very wealthy backers and a complete staff ready to go to work.  I will need the royal governor’s office for all the permits and tax papers and what not, but I’m sure you may offer me some insight into the governor’s state of mind.”

“I… Oh, I….permits…”  Iolanthe swayed just for a moment.  Yuah took her by the shoulder and held her upright.

“I’m sure that my sister-in-law will be able to offer you all the assistance that you need.  What do you require first?”

“Your father has pointed me in the direction of an office building with apartments, though I may need somewhere to live until I secure it.”

“Well, that’s easily settled,” said Yuah.  “You simply must come and stay at the Dechantagne home.”

Iolanthe moved with what seemed like hesitation toward the front steps of the temporary city hall and sat down on the wooden planks so hard that it appeared she might fall back.