The feisty girls of Paris bluntly told him not to block the way, Fiona told him dinner would be ready soon, and the young men from Italy feared the presence of the British would ruin the kitchen's vibe. Only Great Dumas threw him a clean cucumber from afar, suggesting he nibble on it to curb his hunger.
Arthur left the kitchen reluctantly, wandered around the living room, then headed straight to the study.
But to his surprise, the atmosphere in the study was even tenser than in the kitchen.
Two Jewish boys occupied the north and south corners of the study, each with a mortar. Judging by the room's pervasive fragrance, their task seemed to be grinding basil, oregano, and rosemary, common kitchen spices.
Although these two gentlemen would surely deny it, Arthur saw them as the same type of people.
Firstly, both harbored great ambitions: one aspired to become Britain's Caesar, the other wished to be Germany's Moses, guiding the way across the sea.
