Mr Menagerie
"Once, we gathered here. We held our bargains and boasted of our chiefs. Our bands displayed the finest of goods. Our magnanimity was sharp as knives. All knew our worth. Then the light came. They made of our grounds sport. A dancing place. A laughing place. They made bargains of their own. And now you do the same."[2]
Mr Menagerie is a Curator who once served the House of Rods and Chains.
Vagabond[edit | edit source]
"Scouts? We trade scouts. For things and stories. We're leaving soon."[3]
After the House of Rods and Chains was slain by the Halved for disobedience,[4] Mr Menagerie became a vagabond of the High Wilderness,[5] traveling from port to port to sell pets and scouts.[6] It has a moody personality,[7] red eyes,[8] and a raspy voice.[9] It is considered a Runt among Curators, meaning it lacks a part of the "dual nature" that most of its species possess;[10] the Halved despised Menagerie for its perceived weaknesses, and Mr Barleycorn expresses surprise at its continued survival.[11] Mr Menagerie was an acquaintance of the Masters of the Bazaar, and chose not to follow them to the Neath.[12][13] It sent them a frozen scout-bat as a gift, which according to Mr Pages symbolizes "good service and diligence."[14] The Chiropterous Hoarder was also once a customer of Menagerie's, and calls its products "delicious."[15]
Mr Menagerie knows of the existence of the Courtesy,[16] the secret procedures and laws that the Judgements use to murder one another. However, it burnt much of this knowledge from its mind to avoid the attention of the Fire that Follows, leaving its head badly scarred.[17][18]
Chained No Longer[edit | edit source]
"Light reigned once. Light hated. No mercy, no bargains. Only judged what is. Now light was. Lights can fail. We are the haunters of dark. We are the shrieks in the voids. We are the peddlers of midnight. We welcomed light's failing. You bargain with us. We supply your needs. You supply ours. Such novelties you bring to our collections."[2]
"A mistake to come back. A place of chains; a place of servitude; a place of torment. And treachery. The light binds. The light blinds. All things it places in a chain. Our place is our worth. Some accept; we liberated."[2]
Mr Menagerie is an old soul who remembers when the "skies were young." During its youth, it hunted in places like the Ormswold near the Royal Society,[19] and gathered with other Curators to exchange bargains and boasts near places like the current location of Polmear & Plenty's Inconceivable Circus. However, the Judgements subsumed the Curators' gathering places for their own purposes and deals,[20] and Menagerie can no longer hunt where it used to.[19]

After the Judgements' takeover, Mr Menagerie procured souls[21][22] for the Garden-King's dinner table at Port Avon, watching in fear of its power.[23] It later served the House of Rods and Chains, an experience it associates with servility, torment and treachery.[24] During this time, it was seen as troublesome by the Halved for refusing to let go of its old customs, or commit fully to its role.[25]
Now free of its past obligations, Mr Menagerie holds great pride in having broken its chains.[26][27] It believes that the Judgements use chains to dictate a being's worth,[26] and that all must either bear or break their chains to avoid being broken themselves.[27] Menagerie also comments that the Judgements are capable of failing, and that it and the Curators are the "peddlers of midnight" who welcome their demise.[28] It calls Mr Barleycorn a "chained one" and hopes it will one day set itself free,[29] but Menagerie itself wears a chain around its neck,[30] implying it may not yet be free of all its burdens.[31]
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