The Alchemist's Daughter. Elaine Knighton

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      “Enough! Do not presume too much, Mauger. I am yet lord of this manor, so by God do not push me. Are we agreed?”

      “Agreed.” Mauger spit on his palm and offered his hand to Lucien, who tried to hide his distaste for the ritual as he followed suit. Mauger’s face creased into a grin. “Lucien the Fastidious, that should be your name.”

      “And yours should be Mauger the Meddler.”

      “You’d best be off then, to the tonsor for a shave, my lord, and—”

      “Aye, so I will do. No more advice, Mauger. Let me do this my way.”

      “Of course, my lord.” Mauger smiled, bowed as low as his girth allowed him, and Lucien knew his troubles were just beginning.