Sunday, July 13, 2014
Shoemaker Bill Warren at Renaissance Faire Village. Huzzah! by Joyce Lavene
Shoemaker Bill Warren
from Bewitching Boots,
Renaissance Faire Mystery #7By Joyce Lavene
It’s not easy being a shoemaker in these modern times. People don’t appreciate quality like they used to. It’s cheaper to buy a pair of boots or sandals at a store than to have them specially made for you.
I can’t tell you what the difference is between those boots and the kind I make. You have to experience my work to know what I mean.
That’s why I agreed to come to Renaissance Faire Village and Marketplace with Jessie Morton and her husband, Chase Manhattan. I was working in Tennessee when they found me at a craft fair. Every day I had to explain to people what made my boots special.
But not anymore.
Now everyone in Renaissance Village understands that part of my secret is elf magic. I put a little in every pair of boots, sandals, and slippers that I make. It all began with my great-great-great grandfather—the one in the story with the elves?
We suspect he married one of those elves and her magic passed down the generations to everyone in our family. It was one of my ancestors that made the glass slippers for Cinderella, and the slippers for the three dancing princesses. Our magic and quality has been around a long time.
People here in Renaissance Village believe in me, and my magic. But it’s caused some trouble for me too. I may have put too much magic into Princess Isabelle’s dancing slippers. I think they caused her to leap off the castle terrace to her death.
Jessie doesn’t believe it. She stands up for me. She's looking for the killer, so I have to find a way to make this up to her. Maybe it wasn’t me that killed the lovely Isabelle. But how can I prove it?
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