One day, she saw Handel, the ever-kindly chef, bellowing at a young assistant under his command.
“How can you come into the kitchen looking like that!
Don’t you know we are in the middle of preparing food for the master and the miss?”
When she later asked what had happened, it seemed that Zebin and Doras had accidentally spilled horse dung on the young assistant who had gone to the paddock to deliver a meal.
When they said they would wash it and return it, the assistant changed clothes and hurried back to the kitchen—but the horse dung smell that had soaked into the body would not go away, and Handel had apparently exploded at him for being unclean.
“Those people will not last long here……?”
Actually, she could not say Zebin and Doras were unusually dirty.
Outside, there were plenty of people even worse than them.
But in Langfield…
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