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MESMER MAID.
by Way Zim.
It was May of 1775, a fine misty rain falling upon forest and farm of
Austria. The higher elevations of the Alps still held to snow even as
spring threatened the pack which would soon swell the trickling mountain
streams into roaring flooded rivers. But along the main road which ran from
Saltzburg through to Vienna, the way was clear for pilgrims, prosperous and
poor alike.
It was a carriage, fit to carry six within, gilded with a golden trim
upon the deep blue frame which made the journey to Vienna to visit with one
of its most prominant citizens. The lady who lazied against the cushioned
seat, dressed in the manner of a woman of some import, sought a remedy to a
problem which was not her own, though through institute of marriage she did
gain some responsibility for it.
The rough ride over the rocky surface, might have been far worst had
Madame Franstein not take the liberty of having her maid loosen the
constricting corset beneath the ruffled velvet blouse. To keep a semblance
of modest, a shawl covered the exposed bosom from the uncouth eyes of the
peasantry. Her hands, half covered in the long lacy sleeves , busied
themselves with embroidery which Margaretta detested but was the only
pastime possible in the bouncing vehicle.
She should be in Vienna by nightfall, some few hours away. Perhaps this
remarkable physician might be able to quiet her discontentment or propose
such strategy that would correct the wrong done her and save the family
fortune. The unfortunate increase in taxes, as tribute to the depleted war
coffers spent in war against the dark heathens from the eastern lands, had
taken thier toll on many. But it was the ineptitude of her banker husband
which drained even more from the great vaults of thier estate in Hamsburg.
The city of Vienna was much renown for having a great number of savants,
both in the arts and sciences. A music prodigy, a quite youthful composer
who had writ his first opera at age eight, was in favor with the court.
Margaretta had heard others try thier hand at such music but they seemed
destined to fall short. But he was not the reason she'd made the long trip.
There was another man, schooled in the mysteries of alchemy and rational
thought. His name was Franz Mesmer.
The rain became a torrent, riverlets of water pouring off the eves of the
narrow wooden house. It resided between similar structures, set in a row
along the cobblestone avenue. The driver was forced by circumstance to park
his vehicle some distance away as the small court before the dwelling was
filled with a crowd of seekers.
Within the house, a tall distinguished man, elder in manner though not
yet greatly aged in years, sighed into his spidery fingers. No matter the
weather, they always came. Persons from all manner of background. Sick in
heart, in spirit, often with the most uninteresting of complaints. He idly
brushed a bit of soot from the small fire in his chambers off the modest
nightcoat and shook his head.
" Tell them no more for tonight. Even the most dedicated of physicians
must be given some respite to heal himself. " chuckled the doctor to his
attendant. The youth, acolyte to the master, gave a becoming smile which
lightened the gloom. He hastened to do his teachers bidding and the sounds
of arguement was heard soon after.
But even as the noise of the dissappointed mob diminished Franz found his
lovely apprentice returning to deliver a message. " There is a lady. "
stated Hans and the elder smiled. " I hope that you bid her enter. It is a
good lesson that you do not keep a lady, young or old, waiting upon the
stoop. Is she well groomed in manner and dress? "
" I think so. The dress, almost ruined by the storm, is immaculate in
design. I did bring her to the common room to await your pleasure. She is
to be addressed as Madame Franstein. From Hamsburg, that is what I was
told. " answered the boy.
As with men of learning, his master could be most generous in one moment
and quite impossible the next. Hans waited for an indeterminate amount of
time while Mesmer twirled his fingers absently in front of him.
" Go down, lad. Tell them I would be remiss in my hospitality if I did
not see the lady after she had made so long a trip to see me. At once, boy!
" he ordered, laughing at the bounce in the students step as he hastened to
obey. Though nobility and persons of prominance did come from time to time
seeking wisdom, they rarely came on solitary missions as Madame Franstein
did. The physician hastily drew stockings and short trousers up and hooked
the fastenings of his finest waistcoat together.
Franz selected the best of his powdered wigs, pulling it down about his
unkemp natural locks. He felt more civilized as the man descended the
stairs to greet his visitor. She was a mature woman, with strong signs in
face and figure of the blushing child she must have been in her infancy.
There was also a mans intelligence evident behind the soft feminine eyes.
She also showed signs of distress in her posture, even hidden as it was
beneath corset and wide spread skirt.
" Madame, an honor for you to visit my humble office on so terrible a
night as this. " his smile was one which he had worked hard to perfect. As
a doctor, he sought to comfort as well as cure. The humors at work reacted
to a kind gesture as much as they did to potions. " I understand that it is
a matter of most import which has sent you through such weather to see me.
"
" I do indeed. " she returned his smile, hopeful that the mans easy
manner reflected a thoughtful and studious nature. " In truth, it is more
my husbands problem but through error and misuse of funds it has become
mine as well. "
" Is he sound in body? " asked the doctor as Hans lit a good many tapers,
better to illuminate the room. " His body is as healthy as a man several
times his junior, sir. But his powers of deliberation and calculation is
another matter. Peter is fair enough in manner and generous to a fault, but
his head for figures threaten our household with ruin. " she lamented. At
this declaration, the learned scholar raised his heavy brows in curiousity.
" I do not know what might be done for such a state, not caused by the
upset of humors or from bodily injury. " he remarked and his guest shook
her head. " I have heard that you have found a way in which a spirit
incomplete might be healed. It is a great discontentment with his assigned
lot in life, a contrary mind which prevents poor Peter from fulfilling his
role as husband and provider. " she exclaimed.
" I have a thought, dear lady. " interrupted Franz. " In actuality, two
thoughts as one. I have a session, of my technique as you say, with a
patron of mine. He will not object to yet another person joining the circle
as I practice my craft. Stay for the ceremony and let this test your
determination. If you wish my services, for a fair fee of course, I will
return home with you as a visitor to observe and to council. " he advised
to which the lady eagerly agreed.
Franz secured housing for the woman and her servants at the dwelling of a
friend. He sent Hans at once to seek permission for Madame Franstein to
attend as guest. The gentleman in question, as attentive as he was to the
needs of his more comely acquaintances did not refuse but welcomed the
attractive new addition.
The manor just some three miles outside the city proper was home to a
noble of great means but who was subject to an illness of a most delicate
nature. He loved the ladies perhaps too much. Lord Salbury, a young man
still in the prime of age at twenty seven, was given over to periodic
spells of melancholy which worried him more than the itching of his
privates.
" You are too kind to me, Franz. Who is this lovely image beside you? "
gushed the jovial male, his faux blonde wig tilted at a funny angle. He
romped as a grand pup would when shown the least of attentions and it made
Mesmer smile. " This is a patient from Hamsburg, Madame Franstein. She
wished to benefit from our little get together and I knew that you would
welcome her. "
" Indeed. I am completely charmed, my dear woman. Enchanted and
privileged by the company. " he gently took her hand and barely brushed the
gloved back with his rough lips. " I warn you, sir. She is most
unfortunately already spoken for, as the band about her finger would show.
" chuckled the doctor. Salbury joined in the joke and ushered the pair into
his home.
The room in question was twice times the size of Mesmers place, decorated
for the occasion with eight plush chairs set round a steaming cauldron in
the middle. " Nine will not upset the elemental forces, will it, Mesmer? "
asked the lord with a mild caution. His physician patted the shoulder of
his patron and answered to the negative.
" Witchcraft. You are a practitioner. " whispered the lady as she
observed the queer setting. Franz smiled at this declaration. " It is
science, Madame. The art of animal magnetism by which the bodies humors
might be drained of illnesses or rebalanced in the case of our host. He
become confused, as perhaps your dear husband is, so we adjust the levels
of his fluids. " lectured the doctor.
As the night curtain fell, the seven guests, both merchant and nobility
gathered for a modest feast and good conversation. In all, the persons were
pleased that a new face would be among the participants. " You will simply
love it, my dear. " exclaimed a plump woman whose husband and brothers were
officers in the Austrian army. Her malady was an excess of food and wine
which now resulted in the most painful gout.
The mixed group of men and women took thier seats about the steaming pot,
a wonderous scent rising from same to calm the mind of all present. " Let
us evoke the forces of fire, water, earth and air as we proceed. All will
take hold of the stirring rods and follow the example of your partners. "
commanded Mesmer in a soothing gentle voice.
Margaretta found herself captivated by the movement of the scientists
lips, the casual gestures of his strong hands as he uttered some strange
phrases in Latin. She saw, as from a distance, her companions relaxing as
he went from person to person, whispering long and low into thier ears. As
Mesmer reached Franstein he quietly asked her to allow the disquiet in her
body to flow into the cauldron through the wooden rod she held.
Marvels of marvels, a sensation of comfort, like a warm blanket,
enveloped her. She could not help but smile as a pleasant drowiness fell
over the woman. But this was not her time and Mesmer passed on to stand
behind the inflicted plump lady. " You find the pain leaving you,
travelling out through your hands, down the stirring stick and into the
boiling water to be purged. When I finish my evocation you will find the
swelling gone and feeling returned to your afflicted limbs. "
The lady, susceptible to his will after so many sessions, did look a
world better. Her cramped fingers unfolded and the distress vanished from
her face. Franz only smiled and went along the circle to the others, giving
each a word of comfort and encouragement. As with the first subject, all
experianced a vanquishing of their specific trauma.
Margaretta was properly impressed by such mastery over human misery. As
Lord Salbury bid them goodbye she placed a small bag of gold coins into
Mesmers hand.
" Will you come with me? Help my husband, if you can? " she asked. " I
will do as you bid, dear lady. I will make no promises but to try. " he
answered.
They made the journey to Hamsburg, the doctor astride his own mount. As
they approached the Franstein estate, Franz cautioned the woman. " Say
nothing of your intent or my true identity. Say instead that I am a cousin
of a cousin, long away from our homeland. It will explain my education and
pecularities. "
As the carriage arrived at the front door, a fit but flighty man, sturdy
with a beanpole body which put Salbury to shame in activity. " My love, my
darling. You are just in time for tea. Cook has made the most amazing
pastries you will ever taste. Your trip to Vienna was nice? "
The cut of his long streaming coat was soft and burgandy in tone, The
stockings and shoes a queer shade of rose. Peter paused in his speech to
stare for a moment at the stranger upon the horse beside his wifes
transport. " You bring a guest to our house. How lovely a surprise. Bring
him inside and let the man rest himself. "
Mesmer dismounted from his mare and smiled comfortingly at the look of
loving concern in Margarettas eyes. He had the seed of a notion in the back
of his brain, waiting for further evidence to bring forth a hypothosis into
full bloom.
The house was fine but just a few servants in sight, too little to manage
with great efficency. After securing his modest luggage within the guest
room, Franz wandered into the sitting room. He found Peter seated at a
small table, the unfinished bit of his wifes embroidery in his hands.
" My wife is not too efficent at this. " explained the man, his own
fingers moving the needle to and fro across the framed fabric. " She does
not have the confident hand that you do? " countered the doctor and his
host gave a self deprecating laugh.
" It calms me when I am troubled. " confessed Peter. His guest did note
the fair skin of the man, relatively unblemished by pocks nor touched by
but a slight growth of facial hair. Though a few wrinkle line about eyes
and mouth betrayed the thirty seven years, the entirety reflected a
youthful appearance. " Are you troubled, sir? " requested the physician,
affecting the soothing voice he'd used so often. Franstein frowned at the
question but braved a response.
" It worries my... wife, that I have not acted with responsibility in
money matters. When my only brother died some years ago in war, it fell
upon me to do the proper thing. I was required to carry on as did all the
men in my family. But it seemed that I am not the strong one. Margaretta is
perhaps stronger than I and it shames me. " he confessed, not knowing the
power of Franz's voice compelled him to.
" Let yourself become calm, Peter. You will find that things will work
out for the better. When I tell you, the ill humor will settle and you are
to find a pleasant glow to your surroundings. Awake and see this,
remembering none of our conversation. " commanded Mesmer with the gentlest
of tongues. Just as he ordered, the man awoke and smiled with a lightness
of soul.
" Your husband believes that he is not suited for the job that family and
form has given him. " lectured the doctor to his employer as they strolled
in the garden. " You can correct this abberation? " she demanded in almost
a begging voice. " You have been attempting to square the books, Madame? "
asked Franz and Margaretta blushed.
" I have a knack for numbers, among other things. But Peter had found me
with pen in hand. he became quite upset and told me that this was mans
work. " she cried and the scientist took her hand in his. " I knew you had
a brave heart when you came with no escort to see me in Vienna. What you
tell me now, and the talk I have had with your husband allows me to reach a
conclusion." he told her with confidence.
" What will you do to correct this wrong in both your lives? " demanded
Mesmer.
" I want his confusion to go, sir. I want our finances to balance as well
as our marriage. " she answered. Franz squeezed the hand in comfort. " It
will be perhaps of less sacrifice than you think, but you must do all that
I say. Once done it will be difficult to reverse. " he warned.
It was a week of observation by the physician to be absolutely sure. He
noted at play, whether archery or croquet, Peter was inclined to hold back.
There were two banquets at which Franz found the intimate discourse between
the banker and his friends was of a lighter nature than that between men.
With an almost coy florish, Franstein might dismiss matters of state and
war to focus upon the gossip in the courts.
But it was his close familiarity with the ladies, almost as sisters, that
Dr Mesmer knew that he had guessed correctly. As part of his ploy, he
suggested a demonstration of the mystic arts he'd picked up in his travels
to Asia Minor.
Only a parlor game but it would require six of the Fransteins closest
associates and kin. Margaretta did brief the co-conspirators, confessing
her concerns. Knowing of the families troubles, it did not take but a
little coaxing for all to agree to her plan.
" We evoke the elements of air, fire, water and earth. Now to close the
circle. " declared Mesmer as the eight held to thier stirring rods around
the boiling cauldron. The approaching night outside dimmed the room until
only the luminescence from the fire reflected off the pale and powdered
faces. As with the guests of Salbury, the scholar went from person to
person and spoke in calming tones to them.
It would be of utmost importance that once the deed was done, all
concerned would do all in thier power to keep Peter from harm of
disclosure. Already, Margaretta had enlisted her allies to change documents
and participate in the lie which would enable the ploy to work. For his
part, Franz stopped before Peter and smiled confidently.
" You have felt so constricted in your life. The key is in the rough form
which God had given you. Coarse hands which are ill suited to the delicate
things you enjoy. Look at your wife, so fine in figure and genteel in
manner. You love her, though not in the gross lustful way that men look
upon the fairer sex. You perhaps lust after that which makes her womanhood
complete. " he suggested to the sleepy man.
" I do envy her freedom to laugh naturally, to enjoy life in all its
diversity without fear of contradiction. Perhaps even the very nature of
her kind which creates such a joy from fulfilling her duties as wife and
woman. Is that wrong of me? " asked the drowsy voice of Peter. The doctor
smiled with comfort and shook his head.
" You are sick from that which nature has forced upon you. But if you
trust me, we might draw it from you. Think of all the conflicts of your
gender. Allow them to escape through your fingers and into the warmth of
the stick in your hand. Think of all that gives you pleasure. The finer
sensations with which you associate so closely. They are yours to embrace,
if you let them. " coaxed the medic.
" I do embrace them. " answered Peter, feeling a lightness of spirit as
he had never felt before. It was as if he was newly born, awaiting the
final form that the Almighty chose to give shape to. At this naked
expression of contentment, Madame Franstein and company broke the circle
and took the trembling happy Peter into thier loving arms.
October of the same year, Franz sat by the comfort of his modest
fireplace, a glass of ale to keep the chill of the coming winter away. Hans
was away on errands and had issued harsh instructions to the seekers that
his teacher was resting from a bout of fever. It was thus a surprise and
annoyance that there came a rude knock upon the front door. He hastily
wrapped a cloak around him and issued a few choice curses in Greece as the
sick man descended the narrow stairs.
Ready to dress down the intruders into his privacy, Franz experianced a
rush of pleasure when in throwing open the door he found the Fransteins
upon the stoop. The glowing couple was quite different from the stiff man
and woman who had come seeking help so many months before.
The husband looked handsome in a light brown coat, tan breeches and white
stockings. While clean of cheek, he was the very picture of masculine
confidence. His wife, lovingly attached to his elbow, smiled with a demure
manner at the savior of thier marriage. She wore a restrained but lovely
layer of powder and rouge, dressed in sky blue bodice and full flowing
skirt, upheld by several petticoats beneath. A large but emaculately
polished hand reached out toward the doctor and he bowed over it.
" Patrina and Marcus, it is an honor that you come to see a humble
physician such as I. All is well back in Hamburg, I would hope. " he asked
with an easy banter. " Just fine, sir. Much thanks to your cure. I do not
recall the exact nature of the potion given but all is the very image of
contentment. " gushed the unusually deep but quite feminine voice of the
woman.
It was in accordance with Mesmers plans that Margaretta would remember
her former sex just enough to avoid the embaressment of discovery. But she
was delighted in the masculine image that Franz had allowed her to see.
Strong limbs and rigid body as well as apropriate manhood. It was illusion
that she would supply false codpiece so to fool the rest of her peers.
But Peter was complete in her belief that she was the wife to Marcus.
Refined and responsible in her womans duties, devoted to making her husband
content. The estate had been tranfered into Marcus Fransteins name with
complete power of attorney. It was understandable that Peter would go on
holiday out of Austria, perhaps to escape the mounting debts. Under the
careful guidance of Marcus, the money began to flow once more.
It was the help of the conspirators that Marcus and Patrina, now returned
from foreign lands to assume responsibility of the family fortune, be
welcomed into society. A devoted staff of servants, given to strictest
confidence of the ruse, kept Patrina safely convinced that what she saw, a
mature and lovely female complete, was the truth.
" So we give the balance of your fee to you, kind sir. " declared the
light but strongly masculine voice of Marcus as into Mesmers palm was
delivered a generous stipend. They conversed for awhile on unimportant
matters and Franz smiled at his acolyte. An idle thought drifted in his
mind. With the success of this experiment, might it not be used to other
means?
The End.
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