"So what do you think" Drinian bellowed.  "I'm hungry; is this stew done yet?"  He looked over his kitchen staff knowing that they had just been squabbling; at least he heard some racket upstairs.<br/><br/>"I hope my staff did not alarm you, girl.  They get territorial in here ... isn't that right, Hilda?"  Hilda just looked quite sternly.<br/><br/>"Let me try some."  Always being brash and harsh, he took the spoon and gobbed a piece of food right in his face.  Hmmm.<br/><br/>"Not bad; looks like we all eat well tonight!  Compliment to the chef.  Hilda, do me a favor and clear off a place at my table for the new servant girl.  Then, you and your staff are free to go ... until its time for clean up of course.  Oh, get me and her the bigger bowls please."  It wasn't that he didn't like his servants, but they seemed to always make something go awry.<br/><br/>Turning to the new girl, he said, "Well, you done pretty good in your first task.  Umm ... thank you.  But you shouldn't get comfortable of this now ... cuz ... cuz ..."  But her eyes had been crying and her new master knew it.  Gently, he combed her hair to the side and brushed away the tears.  "We don't want no tears ruining your pretty face now."