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I am just a whip and a spur that smites
To fierce endeavour

Andrew Barton Paterson.

Not all pests can be eradicated

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Not all pests can be eradicated.....

☘︎Day Two At The Griffith Household☘︎

Worker's Quarterꨄ︎


“One and all, may you please welcome Mr Julius Cadwell!”

Marian Dankworth carried on a self-made tradition of assembling the batch a new worker was to be assigned to and got him or her familiarized with them. There are seven batches of workers in the Griffith Household, each batch had eight members. Julius was now a member of batch four. People in groupings did not necessarily have the same or similar assignments but were grouped based on the section of the manor they mostly carried out their duties.

“Welcome, Julius!” jaunty voices rang in unison.

“Such a handsome devil!”

“Yes, at last someone to help out at the stable!”

“Ungrateful! I always help you out,” one of them protested in reply.

“Shush! That's enough from all of you,” demanded the head maid, quieting them down. “I presume you must have met some of your workmates yesterday, but this is just my little custom.”

That could not be further from the truth. After yesterday's ordeal, Julius could not put any facial characteristics to anyone he saw after he had been escorted to the extensive multi-windowed accommodation. He had simply walked into the men's dormitory at the right section of the quarter to sleep after he had been directed to it by a spindly set man, though he now wasn't sure how authentic the memory was.

“No, madame Marian, he just fell into slumber yestereve and paid no heed to anyone,” a bearded sturdy man clarified, igniting laughter from the others.

Julius had felt quite awful last night, but the buoyant mood assured a positive change.

Madame Marian shook her head at the friendly pestering. There was a faint smile on her lips when she rose a gentle hand onto Julius's shoulder. “I will later inform you of your assigned duties, but do not fret, there are only a few and you'd have others to assist.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“I will be with you all shortly, at present I have a few affairs to attend to,” informed the head maid, excusing herself.

Shortly after her departure, Mr Cadwell was surrounded and barraged with questions.

“Which village are you from?” one busty raven-haired lady asked with sparkling eyes.

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