The Island Boy

Chapter 91- Desponded

Henry exited the room, hands stuffed in his pockets, walking kind of fast. He was rushed. "Where is that boy?!" He searched up and down the halls and stopped. "Mason! Boy, where is my-"

"Right here Father. Just the way you like it. Tea, right?" Henry stared at his son in shock. "Well, that'll have to be proven by me, don't you think?"

Henry lifted the cup to his mouth and grinned. "Mason, my boy. Come close." Henry took the cup away from his lips and leaned into his son's ears. "Fetch Mason, would you? Remember... our secret remains ours. Mason doesn't know that the two of you are siblings... in fact... you two are nothing but incompatible."

"I understand Father. I shall take him to you." Mason bowed and glanced at his father one more time. Mason was about to leave to get his brother when Henry lifted his hand and ruffled his hair. "Training tomorrow, my son."

"Understood." Mason walked off to the farm outside, sun shining brightly in his face. "Master Toby! Master Toby, your Father requests that you see him right away!"

The horse galloped closer to the wooden fences and stopped. "Of course. Put Steel back in his stable." Toby dismounted, and grabbed the towel Mason held in his hand. He rubbed the sweat off his face, and then wiped the mud off his shoes. With a smirk, Toby threw the towel over Mason's face. Laughing, Toby took off.

Mason gritted his teeth and frowned. His father had a lover, one in which was his mother. His mother was a maid, and most certainly not Juliet. He had decided that if not for Juliet, Mason would've been the one throwing mud over his face. Mason shuddered from his thoughts, and it became apparent to the other servants that something must have been going wrong, with one look of his incriminating facial features. His brother? Mason was starting to get incredulous.  He wanted to tell him, Toby, about the clandestine things his father had told him. He found it to be quite the privilege for a servant, such as himself, to know such things. Mason had to fight the privation he had, being the brother of the alleged miscreant.

With a sigh, Mason locked Steel up in his stable and headed indoors. Quickly, he paced to the washroom and locked the door behind him. This room was not permitted to servants. He grabbed hold of the washcloth and ran it under cold water. Soon will be the day, Mason thought. His Father had promised him freedom soon. The idea of being freed from seeing Toby every day made him dance. In fact, he silently cheered so energetically that anyone, stranger or friend, would've thought he was more than jubilant. Deep down inside, Mason knew that. Sounds of light footsteps caused Mason to freeze. He endeavored to not be caught, he stopped his partying and listened for any attempt that someone may want to open the door.

He quickly started to move towards the window, in case he needed to quickly escape. But the noise suddenly dulled down, and he ran out of the washroom. He saw so many things that the Servent restroom didn't have. As an example, washcloths. All they had were sandpaper like paper towels, in which he was certain, had been drenched with gasoline at one point. Suddenly, he felt the wind brush his face, and he began to fall to his knees. "What? Didn't your father teach you not to run in the halls? You should try and repress your excitement slave. You have more work to do, and I expect it to be fulfilled at this instant. Follow me, right away." 

Toby started to grin as he walked away. Mason knew what happened. He felt it. Toby tripped him just to catch his attention. The more he thought about it, the more the verisimilitude of his father's words being true seemed to fade away. Maybe he was lying. Perhaps he wanted him to resist fighting Toby and wanted peace instead.

Mason got to his feet and felt miserable. There was no possible way Toby was going to go easy on him. Following his brother, Mason started to feel absolute misfortune. Toby opened the big white doors to his bedroom and followed down the hall. "You know, something terrible had happened to my bedroom. I would like you to fix it." Toby pointed at the holes in his walls, the misplacement of everything  in his bedroom and smiled. "I want to see this room sparkle as if it was brand new and I shall see that it is done by the time I came back. If you need me, I'll be training with my father. For as you know, I am the heir of this throne."

"And you..." He grimmaced wickedly. "You will be my personal Butler. How does that sound?"

Mason fought the terrible words that were about to escape his mouth. "Anything for you, Master Toby."