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Mobius and Ammy (Season 1)
Tengukami:
Dearest and Most Fair Lady Mobius, Third Daughter of House Overthere,
While it pains me, naturally, to see one as beautiful as yourself suffer - and it does make one wonder whether the Creator tests us by making bad things happen to good people, or if He is merely a clockmaker, who has wound the world once and now watches impassively - I do have some most fortuitous and impeccably timed news for you.
It just so happens that I was at the docks earlier tonight, overseeing the importation of my latest shipment of fine silks, when I met an old friend of mine from my days in the academy. He was in a most excited state, eager to tell me of a recent scientific discovery of his that he described as nothing short of "miraculous" but is actually very simple and effective. Now, I know one as clever as yourself knows a snake oil salesman's pitch when you hear it, and I am much the same. But I assure you, his discovery is fully legitimate. Allow me to explain:
It seems he has discovered that consumption is caused by a strain of bacterium, and that these bacteria can be fought using other bacteria. He calls the process "antibiosis". He's been quite successful thus far, with a few meager patients, but fears it will be decades before the medical community recognizes antibiosis, let alone his treatment. He is most suspicious of his young lab assistant, Pasteur was his name, as my friend fears he is too ambitious for his own good, and may steal the term "antibiosis" and the principles of its treatment to further his own carreer. Let us hope it doesn't come to that.
Dearest Mobius, I would sell every worldly possession I own in order to get you this treatment, but fortunately, I don't have to. All I need do is send a boy to my friend, with a message to come post haste with his amazing antibiosis bacteria.
I am not normally a superstitious man. I hold logic and reason above all else, and it has never failed me. And yet I cannot help but feel as though somehow, the Fates have conspired this fortuitous series of events that introduced me to my old friend, after years of separation and silence, but mere hours before receiving your note. Surely, there are things in this universe too queer for mere mortals to understand. Forces working in the aether, pushing and pulling us without our even realizing it. I believe, with every hair on my head, every drop of blood in my body, and every breath that I draw that you and I were meant to be one.
Yours Always and Beyond,
Ammy
Post Script: I have dispatched for my friend already, sending message by horseback, and expect to hear from him directly.
Post-Post Script: I do hope you enjoyed the 17-piece violin ensemble that I sent to softly serenade you beneath your window this afternoon.
Tengukami:
Dearest and Most Fair Lady Mobius, Third Daughter of House Overthere,
I have yet to receive word from you. I dare not presume the worst has happened. Fate has been on our side from the beginning. What is more, my friend has arrived with his wondrous "antibiosis" bacteria. You can be healed, Dearest, I assure you!
Can you not see how plain it is? You and I, together - it is as much a given as the sun rising from the eastern horizon, or the evening star being brightest of all at dusk.
However, I would not be so presumptuous as to assume I can merely stroll into your life with a cure for consumption and win your heart, as much as I feel it is our destiny. I ask of you - what would you ask of me? How can I prove to you what the Fates have ordained?
I am, as you can see, no poor slouch when it comes to the pen. What shall I compose for you? A sonnet? A string of boisterous limericks? Or maybe even a one-act play? Name it, my love, and it shall be yours! So convinced I am of the inevitability of our partnership that I would glad put quill to paper and compose for you whatever your heart desired.
What say you, My Fairest?
Yours Forever and Beyond,
Ammy
Post-Script: The serenaders told me you received them most graciously. This shone a beam of sunlight into my day. You are the star in my firmament!
Mobius:
Sir Ammy,
Your musicians were talented indeed. I thank you for the gesture. It would have been far greater were it not for one of them attempting to rape my younger sister. It is a shame he does not sing, for his voice is now much higher. I assume you were not informed in an attempt for them to save face. We have kept quiet on the matter as well so as to not embarrass her. I will not blame you, though my family certainly does.
You are correct in assuming that I do not expect this so called "antibiosis" to be as miraculous as you claim. Does this friend of yours have any credibility to his name? What is his name? Perhaps my father knows of him. It would be a difficult subject to broach in conversation, for my father is livid with rage. I will try to keep your name out of it, but I worry that our correspondence will soon be monitored. I risk much by even writing this. Please stay away. I do not have much time. Nor, I think, do you if you continue.
Farewell, perhaps forever,
Mobius
Tengukami:
Dearest and Most Fair Lady Mobius, Third Daughter of House Overthere,
What is the name of the cur who attempted to violate your younger sister? I shall have him horsewhipped, and then drawn and quartered without delay! Just say the word and it is done. Nothing is too good for the restoration of your family's honor.
For that matter, I can understand why your father would be in less than entirely great spirits. I am, however, fully confident that Fate will warm your father's heart and keep us together. Fate, and the antibiosis bacteria.
I fully understand your concerns with regards to my friend and his miraculous treatment (his name, incidentally, is Cees Van Woort - yes, that's right, the Cees Van Woort. The very one who revolutionized hygienic procedures in surgery by introducing the concept of "washing hands". Perhaps this is not strange to you, but to a layperson such as myself, the idea that washing one's hands may somehow prevent the spread of disease bordered on the fantastical. What next, might unicorns truly exist? And yet his results speak for themselves.) I would hardly expect one as wise as you to be swayed by mere words. Which is why I maintain that we must administer the treatment at once.
All fears will be allayed, all questions answered once you take your first sips of the antibiosis treatment. Within days your cough will reduce. Day by day, your strength will return. And I say this with full confidence not just because the Good Doctor is himself a brilliant figure in the medical world. Rather, because destiny brings us closer together every day. With each breath I draw, I feel our paths growing closer.
When I relax in my parlor by the fire with a glass of brandy and my loyal hound, Ruprecht, at my feet, I stare into the flames as if gazing upon my own passion. Therein, I see you, fully recovering, your smile becoming brighter, your eyes livelier, your fair skin glowing with Life itself. And I am by your side the entire time.
What have you to lose, Dearest Mobius? I have told my lackeys to prepare my finest carriage to be ready at a moment's notice to carry us to you and administer the antibiosis. Surely your own father would not turn his back on even the slimmest chance of your recovery. I say to you, Dearest Mobius, it is not solely Science but Kismet itself that convinces me that you shall recover, and that our hearts shall be one.
Always, Forever, and Eternally Yours and Beyond,
Ammy
Mobius:
Sir Ammy,
The man gave no name. He was particularly short of build, with a prominent brow and an almost floor-length beard. He is most certainly an odd one. You will know him on sight.
I cannot say that I know of Cees Van Woort, but my father does not approve of him. Nor does he approve of more visitors. I beg you depart and put aside further advances. I cannot accept a husband right now. I do not expect to ever have one. Please try someone else. There any many who would love you. Cease this futile effort before you bring another woman to tears.
Sincerely,
Lady Mobius, Third Daughter of House Overthere