Jan
The Story of Monty: A Continuing Saga
It’s about six months (in the 21st century; I won’t speak for Ballroom time) since Lord Montague Moylan-Hazwell (pronounced Marzipan Hatbox) burst into The Ballroom. Aside from the fact that Monty is Lady B’s nephew, we know that he has eyes as green as the grass at the Beaufetheringstone country estate (wherever that may be) and rich, wavy brown hair, with hints of coffee and mahogany. He likes to rescue damsels in distress and does so with more enthusiasm than skill. As a result, none of us has yet seen his face unmarred by cuts and cruises. His constant companion is a toucan named Harold and, lastly, he is Lord B’s heir. Though we have theories about how this genealogical aberration comes about, Lady B has not yet deigned to share it with us.
We’ve all been attempting to get close to Monty (ask Katharine about the buttons on his breeches) and each of us has learned parts of his story. Over the next few weeks we will piece them together into a coherent narrative (don’t laugh), filling in the gaps with help from our readers.
Our story begins in India, where Monty was banished by his father the duke. We’ve heard a number of highly plausible reasons for his exile but I had a hard time pinning Monty down.
*By the way, he tells me that Lady G. only invited him to her room to show him her etchings and Nothing Untoward happened.
Whatever the reason for his departure, he spent a few years in India eating curry, studying the Mahabharata, Ashtadhyayi, and Kama Sutra, and rescuing damsels. Apart from the occasional encounter with thugs and assassins, he managed to pass the time quite happily. Until, one day, he was sitting under a banyan tree, sharing a hookah with Harold.
Harold: SQUAWK
Monty: I agree, old boy. Remarkably fine shisha. Have another toke.
Harold passes out.
Lady B: Montague! Pull yourself together.
Monty: What was that?
A vision of Lady B appears in a cloud of smoke.
Monty: Aunt Tropey! I didn’t know you were in India.
Lady B: You must come home, Montague, at once. Lord B needs you.
Monty: Right-O, Auntie T.

So Monty packed his bags, tucked Harold (who has no head for tobacco) under his arm, and booked passage on the next boat to England. Unfortunately he became confused at the dock and, instead of boarding an East Indiaman, he found himself on a leaky tub captained and crewed by some very shady characters. They were well out into the Pacific Ocean before he realized his mistake. (He had also forgotten that he was in Madras instead of Calcutta).
Monty: Stop! I must alight. I cannot head across the Pacific for Aunt Tropey needs me!
Captain (a desperado with exotic taste in jewelry and mascara): Hahaha! We’ll drop you at the next island. Maybe.
Our readers will choose Monty’s destination. Meanwhile, Monty discovered that he’d loaded the wrong trunk at the dock. When he opened the chest in his cabin, what do you think he discovered?











Jan 10, 2013
1:14 am
Why a runaway Princess of course! On the lamb so she doesn’t have to marry a man twice her age, with as many wives to boot!
Of course, she’s beautiful, but young – maybe a little too young for Monty. And she was running away with a friend – but now she’s on the wrong ship and her friend probably has Monty’s chest. A dear friend who just happens to be key player in the opium smugglers — so it’s another beautiful day in the life of Monty!
Jan 10, 2013
8:51 am
LOL, Mark. Perfect!
Jan 10, 2013
9:57 am
Knowing Monty, there’s bound to be a woman (or ten) involved. A runaway princess would appeal to his sense of chivalry.
Jan 10, 2013
5:05 pm
Love this.
Jan 10, 2013
8:32 am
I think that while he planned to have books (especially a copy of Kama Sutra) and clothes, he had gotten treasure. As we speak, the owner of that bag, a drug lord of unspoken terror is opening what he thinks is his bag and finding a stuffed parrot and a recipe for Nan bread. The man is livid (and that is being mild about it) and vows to find this nincompoop. Who knows – we may find a bad guy come to the ballroom in the future and he will be after his satchel.
Because in that satchel was not on riches of the gold and jewels kind, but opium, and the drinks, Gudamaba and Lassi. But the best prize (as Mark said above was a woman). Not just any woman, but his prized Lolita, who was bearing a child and one the soothsayer said was a boy. This drug lord has 5 daughters and no son, so he wants his Lolita back – the jewels and gold would be nice, too.
Meanwhile, Monty is missing his copy of Kama Sutra and doesn’t know how to tell Lady B that he lost his present to her.
Jan 10, 2013
8:52 am
Love it — the Kama Sutra for Lady B. Shocking!
Jan 10, 2013
10:01 am
“a stuffed parrot and a recipe for Nan bread” – LOL
Ooh! Poor Monty is in trouble, pursued by vengeful drug lords. Perhaps Captain Jack can help him.
Jan 10, 2013
5:06 pm
This is absolutely fascinating. And really, Monty has less of a head for the hookah than Harold or he wouldn’t be quite so confused. Either that, or he suffered a concussion trying to help some other damsel in distress.
Jan 10, 2013
8:53 am
I love a man with a little imperial bronze (as it were) to him. Let the adventure begin!
Jan 10, 2013
10:10 am
I’m not sure of Monty’s level of scholarship, Katharine, but I rather suspect he mostly looked at the pictures
Jan 10, 2013
9:37 am
The trunk held a womans clothing and personal items, Gowns made from the best seamstress in varried colors. Undergarments so fine you could see through them and when touched felt like satin. Hair brush of silver with strands of hair the color of chocolate and hair pins, some jeweled in diamonds, pearls and rubys. A few books, and a box that could hold jewlery or letters, perhaps both. He looked for a key to unlock the box but noticed a locket which the latch was broken and a minature of a young boy which looked remarkably like himself at the same age. Who is the owner of this trunk, and where is she?
Jan 10, 2013
10:11 am
Very intriguing, Jill. A long lost sister or a youthful crush?
Jan 10, 2013
11:42 am
Love love love! I’ve been dying for Monty’s back story.
I died laughing when he and Harold were sharing a hookah and Lady B appeared!
As for what’s in the box…..hhmmm. How about he ended up with a trunk full of spices by accident? (Perhaps the merchant mixed up his order of gold or silk, or something like that?) Instead of realizing the priceless commodity he is in possession of, he thinks it’s worthless junk and throws it into the Arabian Sea and replaces it with cheap trinkets as souvenirs for those back home?
Sorry, couldn’t help it. The history geek in me came out to play, lol. But I do find the Silk Road and spice trade fascinating.
Jan 10, 2013
3:50 pm
Well why not, Lisa? I’m all for spicing things up! I don’t like to think of all those yummy condiments being tossed into the sea, however. How about he comes back to London and opens a curry house (which first existed around 1812)?
Jan 10, 2013
5:08 pm
Yum. Which makes me realize I’ve never had Indian food in England!
Jan 10, 2013
5:52 pm
Indian food in England is good – in fact for a long time it was about the only good food you could find.
Jan 10, 2013
7:05 pm
Miranda, I’m sorely wounded by that comment! We have delicious fish and chip roast beef and Yorkshire pudding and steak and kidney pie!
Jan 10, 2013
9:53 pm
Uh oh. I’ve insulted my native food! In my defence, Carol, I like spicy hot dishes which aren’t a big feature of traditional English cuisine!
Jan 10, 2013
11:28 pm
I LOVE the idea of Monty opening a curry house, Miranda! Much better than my idea of him tossing it into the Arabian Sea. Let’s definitely go with that!
Jan 10, 2013
12:08 pm
Such fun, Miranda!! You’d think with such a large beak that Harold would be able to tolerate his shisha better than that. LOL!
When Monty opened the truck, he found documents, letters and maps outlining an impending attack on the British forces in India. Now it’s even more imperative that he reach England, not only for Lady B, but to put up the alarm. Of course, the person to which that trunk actually belongs will surely be in pursuit of it … and Monty. ; )
Have fun. I’ll have to wait until I can check back tonight to see what other fascinating things arise! *wink – wink*
Jan 10, 2013
3:51 pm
Ooh – Vital spy stuff. Excellent idea, Amy.
Jan 10, 2013
1:21 pm
Miranda, this is fun. I tweeted.
Jan 10, 2013
3:51 pm
Thanks, Ella
Jan 10, 2013
4:00 pm
I love this beginning, and I love all these creative ideas of what’s in Monty’s trunk! I, of course, was going to say ladies’ undergarments, but I see someone has beaten me to it.
I think I just want to see Monty in flouncy, lacy nightrail. But I’m not going to examine that wish too closely.
Jan 10, 2013
5:54 pm
LOL. I’m glad you went there, Tessa. I imagine Monty is drag as something like Jack Lemmon in Some Like it Hot.
Jan 11, 2013
12:30 am
ROFL! That would be wild. He’d need a cohort though. : )
Jan 10, 2013
5:01 pm
That was magnificent~! In the trunk Monty found Harold’s stuff~ alot of nuts.
Jan 10, 2013
5:55 pm
I’m glad Harold won’t go hungry, Ki, even if Monty has lost his Kama Sutra.
Jan 10, 2013
5:29 pm
I’m afraid poor Monty is left with a collection of colorful Indian tunics, shawls, and luckily for Harold, birdseed. Whatever will he do?
Jan 10, 2013
5:56 pm
I have a feeling we’re going to see Monty is some exotic costumes in future episodes!
Jan 10, 2013
6:47 pm
I think that Monty finds a lady in the trunk, but not a runaway princess like Mark said. This lady was captured by some ruffians and was being smuggled away for some nefarious purpose. When Monty opens the case, she’ll either be very grateful to him for rescuing her (he does love to help out a lady in need), or mistake him for one of the bad guys and add to the collection of bruises on his poor face.
Jan 10, 2013
9:51 pm
Perfect – especially having the damsel sock him.
Jan 10, 2013
7:09 pm
I think Monty finds a scantily clad maiden in the trunk, clutching a tea caddy of earl grey in one hand and a jewel encrusted dagger in the other.
Jan 10, 2013
9:55 pm
Nice! Tea and deadly weapons – two accessories not adventuring lady should lack.
Jan 10, 2013
7:43 pm
Oh Miranda, I love this! I think Harold is an adept Hookah smoker on the side, and he’s been keeping it quiet from Lady B and Albert.
In the trunk…. hmm… I think I have to agree with everyone that Monty finds a maiden in need of some rescuing in the trunk, happy to have oxygen restored to her, and clutching a treasure map to her breast…
Jan 10, 2013
10:10 pm
Once Albert finds out all the fun things he can learn from Harold he may come around to him. Lady B won’t be amused.
Jan 10, 2013
8:46 pm
some strange fitting silk & cotton slacks & shirts, along with: some “interesting” garments that appeared to ladies’ undergarments; a strange flat box that opened but instead of a space to hold things there were buttons with letters, numbers & other items on them, alas when the buttons were pressed nothing happened so he used it as a large paper weight of sorts; another small items that had a button on it that when pressed there was noise that sounded a little like some strange musical instruments playing along with alternating sounds of what might have been singing or sounds of someone being tortured (was hard tell or understand them sometimes), but the music often made his toe tap & time pass so he was very disappointed when it stopped working; and last there were several books which had strange paper binding (most like a thick/heavy document, but some were hard and not so easily damaged) and while there were no illustrations with in the books, the covers had vivid pictures of half dressed men & women with the bosums apparently heaving, & several had them in illicit clutches or such, hmmm… come to think of it some of the names seem vaguely familiar now. hmmmm….
Jan 10, 2013
10:12 pm
Fascinating, Donna Ann. Clearly the trunk belongs to one of the Authoresses (I suspect Sarah) and has come through the time-space continuum.
Jan 11, 2013
10:48 pm
A bible, a Kama Sutra, and a Vicar’s Shirt. Who was that secretly kinky vicar and what does he do to Monty to get his stuff back?
Jan 14, 2013
2:03 am
[...] to England at the will of his Aunt “Tropey”, otherwise known as Lady B. However, a series of unfortunate mishaps delivered him, his toucan, Harold, and his trunk to a small, disreputable ship, populated by [...]