Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially for the one who just got marm’d.
Chapter Fifty-Four: Prat
The child mumbled, “Yessir. And these.” With fatalistic resolve, the boy lifted his leg, displaying a cloven hoof. As if expecting screams or censure.
Jacques was too good a butler to succumb to either.
Still. Hooves. “You’ve brought us a faun?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” scoffed Adoona-soh. “Goat clan, not deer clan. He’s a kid.”
He bowed to her superior knowledge. “Very good, marm.”
She eyed him with ill-concealed amusement. “His name’s Nonny.”
Jacques drawled, “Hey, nonny, nonny.”
The kid called him a rude name.
And quicker than you could say hey, diddle, diddle, Jacques realized something vital.
Nonny spoke English.
Posted: September 23, 2019
Prompt: “hey, diddle, diddle,” suggested by Joy
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.