Tepic had thought very carefully about how to let Beryl and Sir Sir Emerson know they were no longer Adult Liaisons to the urchins. It was something that had to be done officially after the vote, it had to be done …. right.
He went and had a look round some of the Embassies in town, carefully avoiding Falun (in case the warrant was still out) and Bump (for obvious reasons). Several of them were happy to show a reasonably clean urchin the wonders of their homes, including magnificent and impressive scrolls describing treaties and passports. That was what was needed, a scroll for them each, showing they were valued and admired!
Most of them were written not on paper, but on something called vellum, made from calf skin. Well, he wasn’t going near any of Mr Tenk’s coos, but since the accident with the voles and that scientist’s formula, he was sure he could rustle up a couple of decent sized skins.
By the end of the week he had trapped a couple of voles the size of small dogs, though it was a bit worrying that another of the traps had been squashed flat by a rather larger foot. For a skilled urchin, it was quick work to prepare the skins to use as a writing surface, especially with access to some old bottles of Mr Footman’s cure-all. Tepic was only slightly dismayed when he had to beat the skins down several times after applying the liquid, possibly the type of curing wasn’t like curing leather…
Eventually he had the skins ready, not realising he was supposed to remove the fur and trim them down to a rectangle, which gave quite a unique scroll, looking more like a furry sausage than an important document. To Tepic he thought it just made them and feel even more impressive, more so when tied with a couple of purple ribbons liberated from the haberdashers.
It was good that Mr Tetchre had left his back door open when he vanished, as Tepic remembered the ink and pens the man had in his home. He was able to slip in and use the materials without fear of being interrupted.
The wording was the most important part, and he thought hard before beginning.
“The Urchins of New Babbage herby inform you, Beryl/Sir Sir Emerson, that after years of valuable service, the post of Adult Liaison to the Urchins has been voted as surplice to requirements and henceforth dissolved, rescinding all orders, instructions and requests given to the incumbent.
The Urchins acknowledge and appreciate the work and effort that has been put into this post.”
He included Beryl’s name on one of the scrolls and Sir Sir Emerson’s on the other, and remembering what he had seen, used f to replace all the s’s, which made reading it a little more difficult but made them look much more official. That should do it, he thought, though the urchins having argued against including a vote of thanks made it a little harder to write. He finished up by drawing some squiggly lines around the edges, with a few dots of gold and red paint in the corners, then signed each one with his name and the words “On behalf of the Urchins of New Babbage”.
Now all he had to do was deliver them.