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The Sharpe Fan Fictions of Paul K.

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Bernard Cornwell’s

SHARPE’S Justice

Richard Sharpe and the
Peace of the Congress of Vienna

Screenplay Written by Patrick Harbinson and Bernard Cornwell.
Novel Adapted by Paul Kaster

PART TWO

NEXT DAY

Chapter 8
KEIGHLEY

While they eat breakfast, Sharpe tells Harper about Matt Truman and Nate Crowley.

“I met Matt Truman when I came here with Bob Porter. I worked at the coaching inn for about a week when this boy, older than me came in. He was looking for Elsie, the girl that worked in the kitchen and dining room.

From the beginning we did not get along. He didn’t like that I was sleeping under the same roof as Elsie. Even though Elsie was still developing from a girl into a woman, Matt seemed to think she was his for the future. It’s not that I wanted her for my bed or a future, but because I was there and nice to her, he was jealous.

Where he worked took him away from Keithley, but each time he returned, we ended up brawling. Until last night, hadn’t seen nor heard of him since I ran from here.”

“Nate Crowley is a different story. We joined the army about the same time. They drilled us together, then assigned us to the same company. When we were sent to Holland, we marched a lot together. His buddies were a different lot than Tom and me.” Harper knew that Tom Garrard has been a good friend to Sharpe when he was with the 33rd. Harper met him in Portugal just before Tom died at San Isidro.

“Nate got the fever in Holland. Was sick, but not sick enough to muster out. He recovered by the time that they sent us to India. He and I were strong enough and experienced from Holland. And we were quick with musket drill. They moved us to the Light Company.”

“Was that when all of you met Sergeant Hakeswill?”

“Yes, he did his job too damn good recruiting. He should ‘ve stayed in England to recruit more. But, the regiment needed all the men it could get, especially sergeants. So they sent him to us in the Light Company.”

“When Hakeswill joined us, most of the men joined together to save each from Hakeswill’s tricks. A few, became Hakeswill’s toadys. Nate and I were in the first group. But, he always seemed to find a way to say something snotty about me when he spoke out in the group. Wonder how he has changed? He saved me today. Seems he sides with us.”

Sharpe has decided that he wants to see the books for the Scarsdale Yeomanry. He explains that while he looks into the books, he would appreciate if Harper can learn more about Matt Truman, the machine breakers and anything else that relates to why he has been sent here. Since Harper is a civilian AND is trying to buy horses, he can meet people and ask questions that would be avoided if Sharpe were to ask.

Harper replies, “Aye, As we came up from the south, and yesterday I rode a wee bit to the north, today I will go east. It seems this Yorkshire place is much bigger to the east from here than to the west. There is some place called Lancashire in that direction.”

Sharpe is always amused by Harper’s view of things.

“Thanks Pat. I’ll meet you back here at dinner. We can compare what we learned then.”

With breakfast finished, they get their horses and ride off. At the town circle, Harper takes the road to Shipley. Sharpe goes north towards Skipton.

As he rides to Parfitt’s estate, he notices a cemetery on the east side of the road opposite a church. Yesterday in the dark, he had not seen it. Was it there twenty years ago? He doesn’t remember the cemetary.

When he reaches Parfitt’s manor, he hands the reins to a groom and asks to be presented to Sir Willoughby.

Parfitt greets him in the entry.

“Good morning Richard.”

“Good morning Sir Willoughby.”

“How was your stay at the King’s Crown?”

“It was comfortable. The owner was less than welcoming, but my friend Patrick Harper helped him to warm to us.”

“There’s plenty of cottages on the estate Richard. Why don’t you get out of that flea pit and move into one of them”

“Do you not have people living in them?”

“Aye. Idle beggars all of them. I can turf them out. You earn your keep, Richard.”

“And bring your wife down from London. Get some of this Yorkshire air in her lungs.”

“I don’t think she would.”

“Not use to the soldiering life, eh?? All Bond Street and ball gowns, eh?”

“Well, On Boxing Day, I’m having one here so you can invite her to that.”

“A Ball. A celebration of peace. Glorious victories. Foreign doings. Etc. Oh, you got to show your doing the gracious things. Need to show that you are part of the club.” Sir Willoughby blusters about what he will do to impress the gentry.

“Club?”

“Gentle folk. Old money. Sir Percy Stanwyck and his lot. Can’t even piss straight without having a servant hold it for him. And don’t think they don’t want to see me back down in the gutter. Oh they do.” He says with scorn.

“The only thing that keeps me up is me money. And the fact that I’m better than the lot of them. “ His forehead wrinkles into a deep frown while saying this. It is clear he resents those that he wants to impress. He thinks Sharpe shares this resentment.

“The same as you Richard. You shot up beyond your station, haven’t ya?”

Sharpe finds this interesting. Parfitt has risen, but even with his money and title feels like he is an outsider.

While Sharpe may sympathize with Parfitt, he wants to focus on the mission of the Yeomanry. He tries to turn Parfitt towards new topics.

“Where may I find the regimental record books for the Yeomanry, Sir Willoughby?”

“George keeps them in my study. The Yeomanry never had a real barracks. The previous commanders kept the books at a table in a room off the stables. When George took temporary command, he thought they would be more secure in here.”

“Secure sir?”

“Yes, with the machinebreakers and other scalawags about since the war ended, someone could lift the books to use pages to wipe their bums! Or such.”

Sharpe doesn’t understand why Sir Willoughby is worried about anyone coming here to find paper to use for their necessaries.

“May I take them with me, to review?”

“Aye, take and do with them as you wish. Just make sure I get ‘em back.”

“Thank you Sir Willoughby.”

Sharpe changes to the next topic. “What do you know of Matthew Truman, sir?”

Parfitt wonders at how Sharpe in less than a day has learned about Truman. “What do you know of him?”

“Heard his name in town, that’s all.”

“Probably because he has a thousand pounds on his head. You fancy a thousand pounds Richard? Catch the bugger.”

“What’s he done?”

“What’s he not done.”

“He’s the worst rabble-rouser and machinebreaker in the county.”

“He can shut a mill down just by appearing in town.”

“That’s the only thing Sir Percy and I agree on. The best place for him is on the gallows.”

“You put him there, I’ll double that thousand pounds, Richard.”

“This is Saunders. He manages my mills. He’s my eyes and ears in Keighley.”

“Pleased to meet you Major.”

“Saunders.”

Saunders was foreman for the previous owner, but he thought that his previous owner was too soft on the workers and had gotten into financial difficulties as a result. Parfitt listened and agreed to try Saunder’s ideas how to get more work for less money from the mill.

Sharpe notes that Saunders is nervous in Parfitt’s presence. He holds his cap in both hands and spins it while he talks.

“Well spit it out man.”

“Meeting going on in Adcock’s barn.”

“That ‘ll be Truman. Filling their ears with poison.”

Sharpe asks Parfitt, “Where’s Wickham?”

Saunders responds instead, “Sends his compliments. He’s already on his way.“

Parfitt is eager for action on this news, “Grand! Maybe George will beat you to that thousand pounds. Eh, Richard?”

“Yes, Sir Willoughby. Maybe.”

“With your permission?” Sharpe asks to be shown the regimental books, collects them, then leaves to find Adcock’s barn.

“Damn the books for now!” Go get Truman while ye can. The books’ll be here when you return.”

“I’ll have ‘em waiting for ye. Go.”

Sir Willoughby had already summoned a groom to bring Sharpe’s horse. He asked directions to Adcock’s barn, then rides off to join the yeomanry.



ADCOCK’S BARN To the east of Keighley,



As Harper rides towards Bingley, he notices people in one’s, two’s and three’s making their way along the road and through the fields towards a barn. He rides at his own pace as not to scare the others.

When he is nearer the barn, he stops his horse to dismount. He makes as if he is concerned about one of the horse’s hoofs as he observes the crowd that is assembling in the barn.

He chooses to keep a distance, but to see what is going on.

Inside, Matthew Truman addresses the gathered crowd.

“Are you hungry still?”

“Are your children crying in the night?”

“Let me tell you a story to quiet them.”

“It’s the story of a bill. A bill from the Prince of Wales presented to Parliament. What sort of a bill is it you ask.”

“One to ease the suffering of his people. To show that he knows and cares. No, it is a wine bill. A bill for one year’s supply of wine. “

“How much is this bill you ask? Well I’ll tell you. It’s two thousand pounds. Two thousand.. Tell me, you who must feed your yourselves and your families on eight shillings a week. How many years labor would it take to pay this bill? How many? A hundred years from now you would still be working and it would still not be paid.”

“So the greed of the few adds to the weight of the misery of the many. And so it will go on until we find one voice and stand together.”

The Crowd gets nervous at this last statement. Is Truman trying to encourage them to rebel? Who will they stand up to? London? The landlords? The millowners? What will they ask for?

Before Truman can continue, a man rushes in to shout a warning that the yeomanry are on the way.

As fast as they assembled, the crowd disperses.

Harper has played out his time with his horse. Slowly he remounts and rides off. He has heard bits and pieces and noted the faces and clothing of some that have gathered. He noticed one particular man who is about Sharpe’s height who others appear to be escorting to safety. Is he Matt Truman that Sharpe mentioned?



Wickham’s spies had reported the gathering at Adcock’s barn. At the time, he had been discussing what the workers could help him with Saunders. Upon receiving the news of the meeting, he sent Saunders to notify Parfitt and road at haste with his troop.

As they approached the barn, he deployed the troop to surround all exits to keep any inside from escaping. From a circle formation, they rode towards the barn. Two troopers dismounted to open the barn doors. The opened doors revealed only an empty barn. Wickham rides in to find no trace of evidence that a meeting had taken place.

Wickham looks to Fosdyck. He is angry that they missed capturing Truman.

“Fosdyck, assemble the troop. We will return to Keighley. Column of two’s, if you please.”

“Yes, sir.”

On the road back, Wickham sees a lone rider approaching them. He recognizes the horse as that that was given to Major Sharpe.

He slows the troop to a walk until Sharpe joins them.

“Major Sharpe, SIR!”

“Captain Wickham. What of the report that Truman assembled a meeting at Adcock’s barn, sir?”

“It seems that we were too late,

OR misinformed. Whichever, we found no one and nothing at the barn.”

“And, where do you go now?”

“We return to Keighley.”

Sharpe wonders why back to Keighley. If the crowd that was gathered at the barn, dispersed only recently, they may be nearby. And, as he had seen the people going in the direction of the barn on foot, those that had gathered would be walking to where they go next. He trusts Wickham’s decision as he still does not know the area. Tonight, he and Harper can compare what they learned. He wishes he had a map to record what they learn.

“Very well. Where may you and I discuss the regiment? I wish to understand our strength, tactics that have been used, etc.”

“May I suggest Sir Willoughby’s study?”

“No, I prefer it to be somewhere that you and I may discuss alone. We don’t want to bother Sir Willoughby with the details of our work, eh?” Also, Sharpe has seen enough to think that Parfitt is more involved in the unit than he should be.

“As you say.”

“Perhaps we could discuss at the King’s Crown? It does appear to be YOUR headquarters.”

“No, too many ears there to hear what we may be doing.”

Sharpe offers, “What of the room that the previous commander used? The one off the stables?”

“Well it would be private, but not very comfortable.”

“Then we go there. I am used to uncomfortable.”

George makes a face, “As you wish, sir.”



After a brief ride, they return to Parfitt’s estate. While the grooms take their horses, Parfitt greets them.

“Well?”

Before Sharpe can respond, Wickham reports as has been has habit, “At Adcock’s barn, we found signs that people had met there very recently. But, we found no one.”

“No one? So, again, Truman has eluded you?”

“Yes, Sir Willoughby.”

Sharpe remains silent. Wickham seems is reporting to Sir Willoughby and taking his frustration.

“Sharpe, what do you have to say?”

“Sir, as Captain Wickham reports, we found no one within the vicinity of the barn. There were signs that a group of thirty or forty had met recently.”

George looks to Sharpe. What did he see that Sharpe is able to estimate that many were there? He and his men did not see anything to indicate any number.

Sharpe continues. “The signs show that those that met had gone off in many directions. We found nothing to indicate that Truman was there. Nor if he was, which way he departed.”

“Well Sharpe, how do ye plan to find Truman and put end to his rabble rousing?”

“Sir, I plan to review the regimental records so I may understand the resources that we have to work with. Secondly, I want map out the places that have had trouble to determine if there is a pattern. If we are fighting a ‘campaign’ against these troublemakers, they have the advantages that our the partisans of our allies in Spain and Portugal had against the French. We may need to show signs to the locals that we are not threats to them, as we did to the French civilians when we entered France. The civilians feared that we would come to rape and loot. We proved to them that we would not.”

“Well, Sharpe, you know how to fight. I will trust that can find and capture these troublemakers. And, quickly. The books are inside for ye.” He signals to the butler to bring the books to Sharpe, then struts into the house.

The butler returns quickly and gives two books to Sharpe.

Sharpe signals to Wickham who has stood nearby. His face shows that he is agitated at the conversation between Parfitt and Sharpe. Sharpe ignores Wickham’s attitude. He heads to the stables. Inside, he finds the separate room, enters, then places the books on the table.

Wickham follows him into the room off the stable. The room is only eight feet by six feet with a small wooden table and four simple chairs. It is it by one window that has not been cleaned in a long time. Sharpe looks for candles or a lantern. In the corner, he finds a lantern which he sits on the table, then lights the lantern and sits on one of the chairs.

Wickham remains standing at attention.

“Sit, Wickham.”

George grabs a chair.

“How many men do we have total and where are they?”

“The Scarsdale Yeomanry are now one squadron with three troops.”

Are the troops at full strength?” Sharpe asks with some surprise. Not that he expected a full two or three squadrons as a regiment would deploy if it was called to fight. One reduced size squadron is smaller than the South Essex was when he was forced to come to England to find the second battalion’s replacements.

“No,… sir. Troop 3 has fifty-five horse and two lieutenants. Lieutenant Clark is the senior.”

“Troop 2 has sixty-three horse, a captain, Hume, and a lieutenant.”

“Troops 1 is MY troop . I have seventy horse, Lieutenant Fosdycke and Lieutenant Groves, that you have not met.”

“I’ve seen only thirty horse total with you total. Where are the rest?”

“Troop 3 is billeted near Leeds. Troop 2 is near Halifax. The other half of my troops is at Skipton.”

“Does Lieutenant Groves command your other half troop?”

“Yes, he does.”

“What can you tell me about the captain and four lieutenants that I have not met?

“All of them are landowners. They play soldier when they choose to. Except when they want to dazzle someone, they don’t wear the uniform. If you met them, you would not know they were soldiers.”

Sharpe did not think that because Wickham wore his uniform that he was a soldier.

“If the machinebreakers are such a problem, why have you not used the entire squadron to run them down?”

“MY troop is more than capable and has had the rebels under control.”

“Do you have a map of Yorkshire with those villages? And the other villages? Sharpe wants to see the patterns of the wrecked mills and where the yeomanry patrol.”

“There are several maps in Sir Willoughby’s study. Perhaps he can use one of his?”

“Yes. Go get at least one. And see if we can get a pot of tea.”

Wickham reacts slowly. He is not used to being ordered. It has been a long time since he was not in command.

Without saying anything, he turns to go to the house.

Sharpe calls after him, “And if the kitchen has any ham, a ham sandwich too.”

Wickham rankles at being treated like a servant. But, he sets off to the kitchen.

Sharpe watches s him go and smiles. He should have asked Wickham to bring some ham sandwiches too. There is something about Wickham that doesn’t seem right. He will have to dig some more into the Yeomanry to see what is Wickham’s issue, besides the fact that he no longer commands.

While Wickham is gone, Sharpe reads the books. He is used to seeing entries for monies owed and paid. The numbers don’t show anything unusual until three years ago. While the number of men in the regiment has gone down, the expenses have gone up. Wickham’s troop has been awarded pay like a unit serving in the field, not as a militia.

Also, the books show punishments and charges for those that needed to be disciplined, lost items, and so on. Sharpe is surprised at how few punishments are recorded. Any one of Wellington’s regiments in Spain would have had many punishments for drunkenness, fighting, gambling or some other infraction. These yeomanry seem like angels. Especially Wickham’s troop. Punishments seem to have stopped when Wickham took command.

Wickham appears at the doorway and clears his throat. Under one arm he carries two maps rolled up. In his hands he holds a towel and a steaming teapot with two mugs.

“Enter. Put the tea on the table, there. Thank you.”

Sharpe takes the pot and pours into both mugs. He offers one to Wickham who silently accepts it.

“These books are interesting reading.”

“Sir?”

“How have you managed to recruit such fine soldiers to your troop? I see that you have had no need to punish anyone for three years.”

“My troopers understand that if they do not follow orders, they will be removed from this troop to one of the others. As my troop is active, they get paid regularly. The other troops are paid only when they train or are called to help. I’ve managed to collect the best.” He smiles.

“You are unusual. Even the best troops I have served with find some trouble when they have money.” Sharpe says skeptically.

Wickham nods. He is not sure if he was complemented or not.

“Let’s see those maps.”

“When was the first time that the machinebreakers struck? Where was the first attack?”

“The end of last year.. They destroyed the water wheel to Granville’s mill at Shipley.”

“Show me on the map.”

Wickham points to the site.

Sharpe uses his pencil to mark the mill and the date of the attack.

“Which troop investigated the attack?”

“Mine.”

“Why yours and not Clark’s?

“Clark’s was not activated. Mine was.”

Sharpe wonders why Wickham did not delegate this to the local troop.

“Show me the next attack locations and dates.”

Wickham points to the next. Give Sharpe the name of the mill and when the mill was attacked. He anticipates the question about the troop that was involved and answers that his troop investigated all the attacks, so far.

When all the attacks are recorded, Sharpe stares at the map to see if there is a pattern. The attacks form an arc from Skipton to Shipley to Halifax.

“Wickham, does this look like the arc of a circle with the anchor of the arc here at Keithley.”

“I suppose it does.”

“How have you investigated Keighley’s people to see who was out of the village on the dates of these attacks?”

“I have not, sir.”

“Why not?”

“It appears I lack the investigative skills that you have, SIR. I am merely a simple cavalry officer.”

Sharpe disliked Wickham’s attitude. But he is used to dealing with those from the ‘better class’.

“Who has been trying to play constable or provost for a year? “

Sharpe doesn’t expect and answer. This is not going well.

“Who did you talk with after each of the raids at Shipley, Skipton, Halifax and others?”

“People of each village.”

“Were there no witnesses?”

“No, the brigands assaulted the watchmen. Knocked them silly or killed them.”

“What did you learn? Is it written somewhere?”

“Lieutenant Fosdyck recorded notes when we talked with people who lived near the mills. All them said much the same thing. They heard noises of hammers and axes coming from the mills. None of them ventured to the mills to see what was about.”

“And when you investigate the grounds?”

“We saw the prints of many feet around the mills and then going off in directions after.”

“Were these prints, boots, shoes, bare feet?”

“Sir?”

“What kind of prints were they?”

“I don’t recall. We will have to ask Lieutenant Fosdyck. He can consult his notes.”

“Are they not here with the regiment records?”

“No sir. He carries them in his sabretache.”

Sharpe suspects that he has learned all that he can from Wickham. Sharpe looks at him for a moment. Is he hiding something?

“Thank you Wickham. That will be all.”

“Sir?”

“I need some time to understand what I learned. You may return to your troop.”

“Sir.” Wickham stands, clicks his heels as he salutes, then walks off.

Sharpe watches him go and listens to the jingle of his spurs.



Sharpe stares at the map and his notes. One thing he learned from working with Major Hogan and many of Wellington’s other exploring officers was the value of good intelligence. And, good intelligence started with a good map and reports from trusted sources. The maps appear true. But, he is not sure that the report he was given can be trusted. Nor that talking with Lieutenant Fosdyck will give any more reliable information.

From what he has learned, it appears that pattern of attacks on the mills has been random. But he doesn’t know anything about the mills or the owners. What can he learn from Sir Willoughby? Or from Sir Percy? If the other troops have not been involved, what can they share, if anything?

He decides that he will ask Sir Willoughby and Sir Percy. At this time, he will not investigate the other troops himself. If Harper visits the villages where the troop commanders live, he’ll ask him to talk with them regarding horses. Then as idle conversation, ask them about the mills.

Sharpe rolls up the maps then picks up the regimental books and his notes. Outside, he puts them in his saddle bags, then lifts the bags to take with him into Parfitt’s house.

At the front door, he knocks. Parfitt’s butler opens the door and greets him.

“Major Sharpe. How may I help you?”

“Is Sir Willougby available to talk with me for a moment?”

“I will seek to find out. Please wait here.”

The butler turns and knocks on the study door.

From inside.“Yes?”

“Are you available, sir, for a few moments with Major Sharpe.”

Parfitt suddenly appears at the door.

“Yes, of course. Come in Richard.”

Sharpe thanks the butler as he passes. The butler motions to Sharpe’s saddlebags.

“May I keep you satchels for you, sir.”

“No thank you. I will keep them with me.”

Parfitt leads Sharpe into the den.

“What can I do for ya, Richard?”

“Sir, I have some questions about the mills that have been raided. Captain Wickham’s report does not mention anything about the nature of the mills, the owners or the fates of the mills after the attack. I’d hoped that you could help me to answer these questions.”

“I’ll try. I have twenty minutes. Where shall we start?”

Sharpe sets his saddle bags down and removes one of the maps. He unrolls it on the desk.

“These are all the mills that were attacked so far. Which of these mills are part of the fabric trades?”

Parfitt points to three mills. “Here, here and here.”

“Which are grain mills?”

Parfitt points to two more. “Here and here.”

Sharpe notices that two mills remain unmarked.

“And these sir, what of these mills?

“This one makes steel parts for wagons. T’other makes silver tableware.”

“Thank you, sir. And the mills today, do they operate?”

“Two fabric mills, these two, one grain mill and the metal mills operate. The other mills are idle.”He points to the idle mills.

Sharpe marks the map.

“And who are the owners?”

Parfitt pauses. He is reluctant to answer, but does.

“I own the restarted fabric and grain mills. The owners of the idle mills no longer live here. The mills are closed. Mr. Oswald owns the steel mill and Mr. Rosen owns the silver mill.”

Sharpe looks at Parfitt.

“You own these three mills now, Sir Willoughby?”

“Yes, the former owners were friends of mine. When the mills were attacked, they were already in financial trouble. They had insufficient funds to rebuild. They approached me to buy from them. Of course I could not say no.” He smiles.

“Sir, with demand for product shrinking, why would you buy mills and restart them?”

“Those mills match my other mills. I can run them more efficiently than one mill alone.” He says gruffly.

Sharpe senses that Parfitt is annoyed by these last questions. This may be all he will get from Parfitt today.

“Thank you Sir Willoughby. I appreciate your time.”

“Certainly Richard.” Parfitt looks at him with an eyebrow raised. “I look forward to learning how this will help you catch Truman.”

“When I know, sir, I will report to you instantly. Good day.”

“Good day to you, Richard.”

Sharpe rolItls up the map, places it back in the saddlebags and leaves.

Parfitt does not stand to walk out with him. He ponders what these questions have to do with catching Truman and the machinebreakers.



KINGS CROWN INN



Sharpe stables his horse. Inside the inn, Harper is seated at a table. His usual tankard of ale is not in front of him. Instead, there are two tea mugs. He is drinking from one.

“Good evening Major. And how was your day?”

“Patrick, what has you in such a good mood?”

“Well, during my travels today, I talked with several gentlemen about some very fine horses. I think that I can do business with a few of them. Then in Bradford, I discovered a very fine shop that supplies imported wares. To my surprise they sell BRANDY.” Harper grins.

“And, brandy and tea make a good drink on a cold day.”

“I recall they do.”

“Well, drink up, sir. That mug is for you.”

Sharpe sits and sips his mug. The warm beverage tastes good. It has been more than a year since he has tasted tea with brandy.

“So, Pat, you looked at a few horses today?”

“Aye, and I talked with a few people. Shipley and Bradford had some mills damaged. The workers there are angry as they have no work now. The owners did not have enough money to rebuild. So they closed the doors. They are trying to sell, but no one will buy now. The workers I talked to have the opinion that the machine breakers come from mills that make the same things they do. Destroying the mills reduces the competition.”

Sharpe listens.

“Anything else?”

“Yes, this Yorkshire has some handsome women.”

“And were these the workers you questioned?”

“Aye, some were.” Pat grins.

“And what of the women here?”

“Well, except for our barmaid here, “ He nods to the barmaid. “None of them will give me the time of day. They know I came to town with you.”

“Pity for you. Good news for our barmaid.” It’s Sharpe’s turn to grin.

“Does our barmaid serve us more than brandy and tea today?”

“Aye, I suppose she does.”

Harper waves to the barmaid to order dinner.

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