"No, what I've come tae tell ye, Dreyfuss," The Ginger Man, as Dreyfuss called him, (for lack of a better name) was holding forth in Dreyfuss' cabin, this time; apparently no place was forbidden to him to manifest in, "Is that ye need tae protect that Half-Cold one fellow, Sigmund. he's a cold one, alright, and was one o' the queen's personal guardsmen; they went 'round, killing the people she told 'em to kill, and suppressing technology wherever they found it., true, but he only did iut because he's hereditarily proframme dto obey the Queen. he has no choice. No, Protect him, Dreyfuss, he's the thing that will make sure this new mission of Emma's works out right.
Now. About what I am, Jaisen. I can'yt tell you that. What I can tell ye is that while yer soul is as old as Patrick's," Dreyfuss heart skipped a few beats and felt like it was pumping backwards all of a sudden, "yours has ne'er been used before; ye're that rarest of things, Dreyfuss; ye've a bright one's soul, but you're too young to be aught but human for many decades yet, but that spart o' the good news; ye'll live far beyond other men, and still be the vinegary cuss ye are now. Ye'll have tae be, to survive."
"But protect Sigmund, and Emma, and teh others. and if Esmeralda decides to tag along, well, it might be for teh best; yer Cousin's about tae leve; you should've been closer with her, Dreyf. you can't keep family at arms length, you have tae let 'em in your heart."
"at least give me a name, you could tell me that much," Dreyfuss groused, not at all sure he liked this bit about Patrick being a centuries-older version of himself' for petes sake, he's younger than Rosita! he complained to himself.
"Och! Did I not tell ye?" He passed a hand over his face."I didna think we got senile, but maybe we do, now that I see what I've forgot! My name's Mahon, Dreyfuss. thats all, just Mahon." He looked upward then, and apologized, saying, "Sorry, but I have tae go now, and suddenly he was gone. Just like that, as if he had never been sitting on the couch in Dreyfuss' cabin.
Dreyfuss Swore sulphurously, then apologized, then got mad because he did something so ridiculous. Just who's listening for you to apologize to? he muttered tohimself. A few mor eminutes, then he went ahead and typed the whole thing out for Patrick, hoping the man didn't make his desk or whatever into a clipper ship and fly over and roast him alive for being a cast-iron nuisance...
"Dear Patrick, you'll never believe what just happened..." Dreyfuss was sure he was going absolutely barking, Tonker-headed mad now...
Finishing the teletypescript, he decided to go out and around and see if the Lab had any coffee up and available, so that Irene, and Captain Ishmael, and Jock could get some sleep without his puttering about awakening them.