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At the mansion, Kirk and Margo encounter an old and dear friend.
“Good to see you, Silas,” Kirk clapped the bigger man on the shoulder. “I’m glad to see that Andres finally got himself a more than adequate chef.”
“Trained with the best,” he said with a grin.
“Why, thank you, Silas.”
“I meant Margo. You thought I meant you?” He chuckled. He had meant Kirk, but he wouldn’t in a million years let him know that.
Margo giggled, smacking his arm. “I did train you well,” she said, her accent coming through stronger than usual.
“My love, you trained me well in everything.” He kissed seductively all the way from her hand to her shoulder. “You took a dirty pig boy and made him the premier chef in Her Majesty’s service. Ah, Vicki was quite the lady, she was.” He continued to kiss her hands, her arms, her neck. “What are you doing these days, my love? What amuses you?”
“Better not to go into details, Silas.” Her face closed off suddenly.
“Suffice to say I am well satisfied.”
“Does he like to play games with three players?” He raised an eyebrow as he kissed the inside of her arm from her elbow to her armpit.
“You’ll let me know?”
“Dear Silas, of course I will. But don’t get your hopes up. He’s young and very attached.”
“Well, bugger! But I know you didn’t just come here for me. Hey, did you see his nibs new lady?”
“Yes, she’s a friend of ours.”
He leaned over, hissing somewhat as he spoke. “Best spirit her away. It ain’t safe here with herself around. She’s a pretty thing, sweet, kind… I’d hate to see anything bad hap….” He turned abruptly back to his kitchen, clapping his hands loudly.
“Oi, then! Check the tables! What’s low, what’s missing? Does anyone have half a brain among them? No, sweetheart, that’s not the serving dish. You cannot take it out of this kitchen in that condition!”
It took Kirk only a moment to realize there was someone standing behind him. One of the twins had entered while they were talking. Kirk couldn’t tell them apart. He didn’t remember their names without effort, even 150 years later. He detested them both, and they him. He thought of them as Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. Their personalities augmented and accentuated Phillida’s. He often wondered how they had been before meeting her. He suspected they had been vain, haughty and cruel even then. She was always attracted to that type. Andres was cruel, haughty and vain personified. He had his better qualities, few though they might be. He had the capacity to love. Kirk strong suspected that Phillida did not.
“Mistress wants you,” the twin hissed, his accent something dark and growling.
Tweedle Dum, Kirk guessed.
“Does it ever occur to you to say please?” Margo asked him.
He glared at her. At one time Margo had amused herself with one of the twins. Kirk suspected that this was the one. It made his presence moderately less tolerable. He’d treated her abominably.
“Follow me.” He bowed slightly to Kirk. “Please,” he added with a leer at Margo.