EPISODE 5
Assistant Butler: Young Master, please introduce yourself to your part-time nanny.
Tiberius obediently closes the door behind him.
Tiberius: (Composed) Good day to you, miss. I am Tiberius Kamen, Young Master of the Empire Territory. Son of Honourable Vajezatha Kamen, running Prime Minister of—
Rachav: 😄 Aye, and I am Miss Rachav Rai, your temporary day nanny. {Sorry, dear lamb, but your introduction was far too brief.}
A tiny bell sounds down the corridor.
Assistant Butler: 😃 It's time for breakfast, Young Master.
Tiberius: Mm.
At the dining table, the Young Master is about to put a piece of food into his mouth when—
Rachav: Whoa!
Tiberius: (Regains from shock) What is the matter, Miss Rachav?
Rachav: (Gasps) How could you—?
Tiberius: {Is she laying some kind of threat…?}
Rachav: How could you eat without saying your prayer, dear?
Tiberius: Pardon, miss — prayer?
Rachav: But of course! Put down your utensils, join your palms and close your eyes, like this 🙏.
Another morning, another loaf — we're grateful for the meal You've provided. There's none greater than Your love. Thank You, may Your loyal love endureth forever, in Jesus' name…
Tiberius: 😐 {She's religious?}
Rachav: Amen.
Tiberius: A… {Amen.}
Rachav: (Picking up her utensils) Splendid 😃! Now, do eat up.
Tiberius: {If anyone had heard that, that would've been a disaster. I must warn her.} (Drawing nearer) Uhm, miss, you can—
Rachav: (Chewing) So, Tiberius, what other talents have you besides drumming?
Tiberius: {She knows I can drum? It feels good to be asked about my talents.}
Rachav: {😅 Did I ask too much? Why isn't he responding?} If you'd rather not say—
Tiberius: I can solve puzzles and know a little of politics.
Rachav: Puzzles? Splendid. Although politics is not quite my cup of tea. Still, we can play puzzle games together — and perhaps you could teach me a thing or two about politics. How does that sound?
Tiberius: {She wants to learn from me and play with me? Tiberius, don't be fooled — the other nannies have used this trick before.}
Little Tiberius lowers his head to focus on his breakfast, leaving Rachav with no response.
The day goes by without further informalities, thanks to Tiberius's belief that this so-called day nanny is no different from the two-faced ones employed before. He behaves the same way the next morning.
At noon, during leisure time after his online classes—
Rachav: 😃 So, what would you like to do, now that it's your leisure time?
Tiberius: (Eyes fixed on an article) Read political articles.
Rachav: Oh. {So cold-shouldered. Well, not for long 🙂.}
Tiberius: Wait, why did the government seize their biddings? (He monologues.) I wonder if—
Programme: 🎸 Stories from the Bible 🎺. Today's story: The Fiery Furnace. Do you remember the names of Daniel's three friends — Shadrach, Meshach and…
Programme & Tiberius: Abednego!
Rachav: {🙂 Got you.}
Tiberius: {I cannot believe I fell for that.}
Programme: At a certain time, King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon built a huge golden statue…
Tiberius: {Hold it in.}
Rachav: (Acts) Oh dear, what will become of those three men?
Programme: "Throw them into the furnace!" roared King Nebuchadnezzar.
Rachav: Oh no! How dreadful!
Out of nowhere, Tiberius leans his folded arms on her knees.
Tiberius: Miss, did they die?
Rachav: {😄 He is quick, isn't he?} I don't know 😲. Would you like to find out? (He nods reluctantly.) Then we'll start it all over again.
As if not to waste a moment, the innocent Tiberius climbs onto her lap, and together they immerse themselves in the programme playing on her phone.
A nosy mansion maid, who has been peeking through a small opening, slips away quietly to report to the Mansion Master's line service.
Three more days pass smoothly until the fourth — when the Empire Territory welcomes the Master himself. Guards, security men, and workers all bow low beneath the weight of the dense atmosphere accompanying each step taken by Mr Vajezatha Kamen.
Head Butler: (Greets) What brings you back earlier than planned, sir?
Mr Kamen: Governmental matters…
His words falter upon seeing his son and the babysitter descending the stairs. He resumes coldly—
Mr Kamen: And to see who dares defy my orders in my own territory.
His piercing gaze settles on R
achav Rai. To be sure of her suspicion, Rachav glances around and then points at herself in disbelief.
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