#stepone

[guy60660]

StepOne

[ace-and-ranty]

The thematic through lines between Spinning Silver and The Scholomance drive me absolutely insane. It is so fascinating, seeing themes resurface across an author's body of work.

You've got paying for things with honest hard work (mana, Magreta's hand-sewing), VS paying them with exploitation and other people's lives (malia, Chernobog's magic clothing). You've got mothers who set up their children as bet as possible (Gwen, Silvija) VS mothers who sold them for their own gains (Ophelia, Minartius' mother). You've got monsters of endless hunger (Mawmouths, Chernoborg). You've got all our righteously angry girlies (El, Miryem, Irina). And you've got people coming together as a circle (all the circle castings in the Scholomance, the Staryk King's capture)

It's also interesting of course to see where themes don't repeat. The Scholomance has a huge focus on collective action that's not very present in Spinning Silver. And Spinning Silver has a lot to say about personal dignity, about the "thousand tiny deaths" of seeing yourself ground down by abuse, which the Scholomance doesn't say much about. But just. GOD. The parallels.

[septemberfalconer]

Hello and welcome to my TEDTalk, once again about Naomi Novik’s Spinning Silver, about how Stepon is Autistic. I have textual evidence to support this claim, as well as a peer diagnosis from the Group Chat:

In Stepon’s first POV in chapter 11, the first two paragraphs (page 156, US hardback edition):

“I like goats because I know what they will do. If I leave the pen open, or there is a loose post, they will get out and run away…I can understand goats. I tried to understand Da, because I thought if I did, hew would hit me less, but I didn’t ever manage it, and for a long time I didn’t understand Wanda, because she was always telling me to go away, but she would make me food along with everyone else and give me clothing sometimes. Sergey was kind to me most of the time, but sometimes he wasn’t, and I didn’t know why about that, either.”

He doesn’t get social stuff! He gets the animals more than people because animals are predictable and make sense to him. His Da is always angry and abusive and nothing changes that. Wanda resents having to take care of him and resents loving him but does anyway and he doesn’t get it. Sergey is nicer but not always and tells Stepon the truth about their Mama but Stepon doesn’t get why sometimes Sergey is short tempered with him. He gets why the goats do what they do. There isn’t a question there, no difficult waters to navigate.

In Stepon’s chapter 13 POV (page 205, US hardback edition):

“Someone else had lived in the house also, I remembered Wanda talking about them, but I couldn’t remember their name. It made me feel strange trying to remember when the name didn’t come, because names always came when I wanted them to. […] If I found them then I could just have asked what their name was and I would stop feeling strange.”

My boy Stepon never forgets a name! He knows the names of everyone he’s ever met or heard of and it’s weird and bothers him when he can’t.

Also chapter 13, (page 205-206):

“It was the day after market day in the fourth week of the month, so that meant Wanda was going to collect from the two villages down the cart-track going southeast from town and the names to collect from were Rybernik, Hurol, Gnadys, Provna, Tsumil, and Dvuri. I said the names over to myself on the way because they made a nice song in my head. When I got there I knocked on all the doors I saw and asked their name and if they said one of those names then I held out the basket…Then I brought the basket to Panova Mandelstam and told her, “I am not too younger after all.” She looked in the basket and then she was very upset. I didn’t know why, but then Panov Mandelstam put his hand on my shoulder very gently and said, “Stepon we should have explained. It is very important not to make any mistakes when collecting, and to keep a careful account. Do you think if you try very hard you can remember and tell us exactly where you went, and who gave you each thing?” “Yes,” I said. “This is the day of the month Wanda goes to Rybernik, Hurol, Gnadys, Provna, Tsumil, and Dvuri,” and then I pointed to each thing and told him who gave it to me. I thought Panova Mandelstam was still unhappy afterwards, but she gave me some dumplings with a thick sauce with carrots and potatoes and real chicken meat in it, and a cup of tea with two big spoons of honey, so I must have been wrong.”

The MEMORY on this kid!! He knows his sister’s schedule by heart and knows what’s okay to accept for payment! He makes little songs out of what he needs to remember! Again he’s not sure how to understand the emotions of the people around him, misinterpreting Panova Mandelstam’s upset at him going out to work for them and putting himself in harm’s way as being upset with him for maybe messing up the accounts.

Stepon’s chapter 14 POV (page 231, US hardback edition):

“..One of them yelled “How does it feel to have killed your own father?”

They ran away into the trees and didn’t wait for an answer but I thought about it the rest of the way. I wasn’t sure if I had killed my father, because I had only wanted him to not hit Wanda with the poker; I hadn’t wanted him to fall over me. But he had fallen over me and that was part of why he was dead, so maybe it didn’t matter that I hadn’t wanted it. I didn’t know.

I did know that it felt good ot be living with Panov and Panova Mandelstam. I had stopped feeling hungry even a little bit. But anytime I thought about Sergey and Wanda, even if I was sitting at the table, I felt like I had swallowed stones instead of food.”

I’ve decided to leave out the rest of Stepon’s thoughts about what would be better, if Sergey and Wanda were with him and the Mandelstams or not for the sake of space, but it continues to prove the point I want to make. He’s analytical! This isn’t a kid who can lie to himself even for the sake of comfort. He could give himself the scant distance from his father’s death that “I didn’t want him to die” could buy him, but he knows he can’t. He was there, his father tripped over him, and his brother and sister are gone now. He doesn’t know if he will see them again, and this is still likely the best outcome because he isn’t hungry and frightened and cold anymore. But he still wants his brother and sister and would rather be cold and alone in the woods looking for them than “live with the stones in [his] stomach.”

Continuing Chapter 14, this time page 232-233:

“..but he said it too kindly, the way you say nice things to a goat when you are trying to get it to come so you can tie it up. It did  not mean he wanted to hurt me. He only wanted to keep me in a good safe warm place so I wouldn’t die in the snow somewhere. But if I stayed in this place, I would never see Wanda and Sergey again… “Sergey and Wanda were going to go to Vysnia. They wanted to ask someone for work.” I had to think about it because he was someone’s grandfather, and I didn’t know who the someone was, which was strange. But I did know the grandfather’s name. “Panov Moshel.”

This time I had to cut it off because if I include Panova Mandelstam realizing Miryem is gone I’ll make this post about that instead. But! Stepon is coming in again with his goat analogies, which I love. He’s picked up some great ways to tell how people are feeling but he’s steadfast, and again with his excellent memory. He can’t remember Miryem right now, but he can remember he grandfather’s name, even though he overheard that when Wanda and Sergey were just talking as he collected the nut from their Mama’s tree. He still remembers!

Stepon’s POV in chapter 15 (page 254):

“Are you warm enough Stepon?” Panova Mandelstam asked me. I said I was because however warm I was, that had to be warm enough, because there was nothing to do about it if I wasn’t.”

This is short but I really like the directness he has here. He is cold, as he says in the next couple of lines. But Stepon knows that nothing is capable of making him warmer, even in the best place in the sleigh, so he says he’s warm enough.

Again in chapter 15 (page 256):

“Then he straightened and looked at Algis. Algis was standing next to the back of the sleigh. His head was hanging. He said, “I didn’t fill the bucket.” He meant the grain bucket. So there was no food for the horses.

Panov Mandelstam didn’t say anything for a minute. The silence felt very long. Finally he said, “It is lucky this is a late snow. There will still be some fresh growth under. We must dig and get them some grass and whatever else we can find for them to eat.”

He was still kind, but I thought that he had not felt kind, and that was why he had been quiet. I thought that meant he must be very worried. So then I was very worried.”

Analytical! As always! Stepon is learning how to distinguish emotions, and he’s getting his queues from those around him. He knows that it’s bad for the horses to not have food, but he’s not worried until he realizes that Panov Mandelstam is. Stepon also spends the rest of the chapter making sure to remember how no one else would have forgotten the grain bucket. I don’t think that actually plays into him being autistic, but it’s very funny to me. Wanda would have remembered to fill the grain bucket, Algis.

I don’t have any examples that jump out to me from Chapter 16, but I want to note that I love how aware Stepon is of how other people are feeling. Does he understand why? Not always. But he knows Wanda is scared when she realizes the mattress cover is big enough.

Stepon’s POV in chapter 19 (pages 334-335):

“Wanda and Sergey went downstairs to help with the wedding. “Will you come, Stepon?” Sergey asked me, but I shivered, remembering all those people crammed together, in the rooms and in  the streets, more people than I knew there to be in the whole world. “No, no no,” and they didn’t make me, but they went, and after a while the sun started to go down, and I started to not like being alone in the room…I pulled my head back inside, but the house was getting so loud and full of people that I heard some of that same noise even when I closed the window. It came up through the fireplace and under the door. It got louder and louder and then music started playing. It was loud music, and people were dancing to it. I felt it in my feet not just in my ears. I sat on the bed and covered me ears and I still  felt it coming up all the way through the house. It kept going on and on. It was all the way dark outside and I was really afraid now because why would Wanda and Sergey stay down in all that noise unless something bad made them. I had my face pressed up against my knees and my arms over my head, and then there was a knock on the door. I didn’t say to come in because I would have had to take my arms from over my head, but Panova Mandelstam came inside anyway. “Stepon, are you all right?” she said. She meant it but she didn’t really mean it, I could tell. She was thinking about something else. But when I didn’t say anything back and didn’t pick my head up, she started to really mean it, and then she went and got the candle she had left on the table for us and she took out a couple of big lumps of wac from it and blew on them until they weren’t hot, and she said, “Here, Stepon, put the wax in your ears.”

I thought I would try. I took my hand away for just a little bit and took the wax. It was still warm and soft. I pushed it inot my ears and it squished into the little spots and then it stopped being so warm and the noise stopped being so loud on that side. I could still feel it in my body but I couldn’t feel it so much. So then I was very glad and I took the other lump of wax and that helped too.”

Sensory overload my beloathed. Stepon, buddy, you are me and I am you. Why WOULD they be around all of those people and all of that noise? My boy would have LOVED noise cancelling headphones if they existed in this world. This scene really resonated with me the first time I read Spinning Silver, to the point that I had to read it twice. I have been here before except no one gave me anything to dull the noise.

Stepon’s POV chapter 21 (page 393-394):

“I did not mind taking them off because it was warm, and I was sitting in a cart anyway. I was glad to be leaving that terrible city. It was even worse than before. The streets were all crowded with people everywhere because now there was no snow and they wanted to be outside and they all wanted to talk at the same time and make noise. I lay down in the bottom of the cart next to the sacks that were pretending to be Miryem and I tried to pretend to be a sack myself, but I wasn’t a sack…Panov Mandelstam got down to pay the man at the gate some money, because that city was such a terrible place we had to pay to be let out.”

He hates this place! He wants his quiet little house back, thank you and goodbye. He’d prefer to have his whole family with him, but any leaving back to his safe, quiet place is best. This city is too crowded and too noisy and his life would be easier if he was a sack that couldn’t hear but he’s not so he’s just gonna lay there.

That’s the end of his POV chapters and I don’t wanna use evidence from any of the other characters POV’s because that can very too much and also I’m not currently rereading it was easiest to just go back to passages I’d already marked because I’ve been thinking of this for a while. Anyway! Stepon is autistic, thank you for reading my roughly 2400 words so far, I will not be taking challenges to this. Seriously if you try being mean about this I’m gonna block you.

[boxx-sama]

WOMEN

[ace-and-ranty]

- AND his tall autistic wife.

Award for most relatable protagonist goes to Myriem Mandelstam.

Anyway, read Spinning Silver, it feels like a fairytale and I loved it so much

[thehollowwriter]

OUTTA THE WAY MOB-LUN I'LLGLADLY SWAP PLACES WITH YOU

FJFIGJDDJIDDJ JADE PLS JUST ONE CHANCE PLS ISTG I WILLLET YOU STEPON ME PLEASE IM BRGGING YOU RN GRAB MY NECK CRADLE 6HE BWCK OF MY HEAD ANYTHING PLS-

[keptalivebymagic]

Spinning Silver is so heartbreaking. Every bit of Stepon's POV and Minartius' backstory breaks my heart, in addition to the obviously-devastating suffering endured by Wanda and Miryem (and all the Jewish folk). I've surprised myself with how interested I am in all the POVs. Naomi Novik really knows how to mess with me.

[starsuncounted]

these our vows of flesh

Spinning Silver, Miryem/the Staryk, M, 4.8k. A wedding night, and promises.

It was not the wedding my parents had dreamed I would have, of that much I was certain. I suspected that few parents dreamed that their daughter would one day marry the king of a people who had long preyed upon theirs.

But it was a wedding of my people: We had our chuppah, built by my father and Sergey, draped in silver silk and strewn with white blossoms that the Staryk had brought from the newly blooming grove; we had the rabbi my grandfather had brought from Vysnia and paid handsomely for his discretion, though likely he would not remember me or the Staryk by the time his sleigh slipped through the gates of Vysnia; we had the glass crushed beneath the Staryk’s foot to cries of “Mazel tov!”; and we had all the dances of a Jewish wedding, though only I, my parents, my grandfather, and the rabbi knew them. Wanda, Sergey, and Stepon danced gamely along, as did Flek and Tsop and Shofer and all of the other accompanying Staryk.

The sky shone clear and pale above—for the Staryk had held back the snows for our wedding—as we danced in the open space between Stepon’s mother’s tree and the forest that drew its snow-clad arms about my family’s house. I danced in the ring of women, Wanda’s hand in my left hand and Flek’s in my right, and counted all the things I had gained—my mother, hale and red-cheeked at last, smiling beneath her crown of white flowers; a sister and brothers to fill the space I would leave when I followed my Staryk to his kingdom tonight; a husband and a people to love; and more friends than I had ever thought I might have.

Open-Handed the Staryk had named me, and yet I could not fathom all that had come into my hands, a greater wealth than any amount of silver I might spin into gold.

Read the rest on AO3.

[guy60660]

Nathan Sobey | StepOne

[zarinaa113]

Don't forget Rebekah bat Fleck being the main thing that lets Miryem see the Staryk as real people which leads to her saving them

I love how mothers are so influential in Spinning Silver. 

It’s Minartius’ mom that sets the whole thing into motion by being the literal worst mother ever. Then you get the thematic parallel between her and Silvija, who both passed magic on to their children. Magreta inspiring Irina to bather “for me and mine”. Rakhel’s kindness spreading from Wanda to Sergey and to Stepon. Wanda’s mother opening the way to the Staryk Kingdom.

Mothers are so close and present to the story. And Naomi Making Us Cry About Mothers is a time honored tradition, of course.

[abookishshade]

What I loved in Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik (spoilers):

1) The writing. It was so intricately and tightly written. Everything made sense. I could feel with the characters; and everything was so well-connected.

2) Multiple perspectives. There were no chapter headings with different character names like most books with multiple perspectives. Every character's voice was distinctive and recognisable. At first I had expected just one main character like in Scholomance, but as I read and talked to someone else who had read it and recommended it to me, and also after seeing certain fanarts, I expected there to be three main characters and I expected only the main characters to have povs; but then we got Stepon's perspective which was so heartbreaking, and then we also got Magreta's perspective which I didn't mind and rather found insightful in regard to Irina's characterization. I also liked how we saw certain incidents through different character's perspectives, especially in the beginning as new characters were introduced — as when Wanda was introduced through Miryem's perspective first, and I didn't pay attention to her then that this girl whom Miryem has kinda bought from her father to pay his debt would turn out to play a major role later, but then we see Miryem through Wanda's eyes! Same thing happened with Irina too. Oh, and I also liked how snarky and ultimately sad Mirnatius's perspective was.

3) The theme of abusive parents. How the theme of parents selling their children was executed through different characters in different ways. Wanda, Irina and even Mirnatius were all dealt shitty hands in regard to parents, though Irina was still better off than the other two. I was glad when Wanda and the kids escaped. I felt part of why Wanda's voice sounded the way it did, so pragmatic and stoic, was because of her traumatic childhood. Then there was Mirnatius, who was bargained away while still in his mother's womb, which reminded me of Scholomance.

4) The theme of remembering and forgetting. This theme also reminded me of The Winternight Trilogy. I really liked the fairytale-esque effect of this theme in both. After Miryem was gone with the Staryk, it was so hard for others to remember her or where or when she had gone. During the confrontation with the Staryk, it was only when her mother remembered her that others could remember her too. I liked how memory was connected to love in that scene. The Staryk would have found it easier to take Miryem against her will if others had totally forgotten her. Unlike Miryem and Irina, Wanda didn't have any powers but she did have the bond of love and memory, and through that she helped Miryem. Wanda and her brothers also remembered how they had needed help and got it, and so wanted a house so that they could be in a position to provide similar kind of help.

5) The characters. I loved the stubbornness of Miryem, the ruthlessness of Irina and the strength of Wanda. I also liked the other characters like Miryem's parents, Wanda's brothers, Irina's companion Magreta, all the staryks whom Miryem met and Mirnatius. I loved how all these characters were portrayed with empathy and understanding. They were also understanding of each other's situation. None of the characters at any point felt unreasonable to me.

6) The representation of antisemitism. These lines by Wanda, when she along with her brothers and Miryem's parents came to stay with Miryem's extended family, particularly seemed to emphasize the experience of being a minority: I thought that when Miryem had to go to the Staryk kingdom maybe it was like this for her. All of a sudden everyone around you was the same as each other but not like you. And then I thought, but it was like that for Miryem already. It was like that for her all the time, in town.

What I didn't like:

The ending chapters. I felt like not enough happened and not all characters were properly utilized at the end. I had loved how Scholomance had ended and was expecting something similar but this one felt less somehow in that aspect.

[manyblinkinglights]

Hey, so I am trying to use the anytaur v16, and all I am trying to add is some physbones to the rig but it breaks the unity script on setup. I have not reparented or deleted any of the step one bones. The worst I have done is I extruded a bone off the ear to use as a physbone for some slightly floppy ear physics. In v16 is the act of adding bones to the armature enough to break the script?

You work on StepOne, then you have to Append the StepTwo blendfile’s Armature, put them together (same parenting relationship as in the example Anytaur), and THEN run the script. The script won’t run on just the StepOne armature.

[herbofgraceandpeace]

And I’m finished with Spinning Silver, my first Naomi Novik book, but definitely not my last!!

I absolutely love it and all of the characters. The writing style was very pleasing—descriptive and imaginative, and I was surprised by how well done Stepon’s child POV was! I really enjoyed the multiple POV’s and how they showed us the importance of each of the characters: all of these people have a story, from the youngest child of a dirt poor family to the little old lady who served the duke’s daughter. They all have meaning and worth and hopes and fears and the capacity to change the world by showing kindness! The low fantasy integration of a magical world with our real one was very…..interesting to say the least (as my live blog reactions show). I loved the way that Miryem’s Jewish identity (and that of her family ofc) was woven into the plot of the story (was the plot of the story actually!), but it certainly led to some mind-bending thoughts of how this fit into a Judeo-Christian world. (I say Judeo-Christian because of the power of the saint’s chains.) I’m not sure if the author is a practicing/believing Jew or what, but I wonder what conclusions the reader is meant to draw along the lines of—why do the blessings/prayers work if not because there’s a God watching over them, and if that is the case then HOW does the fairy/magic dimension fit with that?? I think something that non-believers don’t get is that for Christians, religion isn’t something compartmentalized away from the rest of one’s life or understanding of the world. It changes everything! The world is under God’s lordship! So like, where does the Staryk king fit into God’s plan? Is this like an Esther situation? The only comparison in literature I can think of to use as a mental rubric is C. S. LEWIS, both Narnia and the Space Trilogy. You actually get a more fleshed out worldview in the latter: yes, aliens are real, and yes, they worship Jesus and so should you! Is that what Novik is intending with her newly circumcised Staryk king?? Is he now part of God’s covenant with Abraham??

I have no words.

Anyway, I enjoyed the use of covenants (marriage specifically in Irina’s case), bargains, and word games very much. I also very much enjoyed the three heroines Miryem, Irina, and Wanda; they were all great in their own ways. I also was pleased with my sorta kinda redemption arcs for both husbands. I think they both were an illustration of the principle that everyone has evil and good inside of them and can Choose (timshel?) what to do with it. Which, I mean, fair enough; it’s a dimmer reflection of the truth of the image of God + original sin in us. Everyone can be transformed (except the demons, so yeah). And I’m a SUCKER for an unhappy-marriage-of-convenience into -loving-marriage-partnership dynamic, and I got TWO of them! A double portion!

In conclusion, I can’t wait to start A Deadly Education

[thewiddershinsme]

On Chapter 12 of Spinning Silver

-there are now four first person pov characters (Miryem, Wanda, Irina, Stepon) and am very impressed the author has written each voice so distinctly within a sentence I can know who we are on. No names above any chapter or section to help differentiate.

-the juxtaposition and parallels of both Miryem and Irina's marriages happening in the same part of the book has been *chef's kiss*. Both in bad situations (though I would argue that Irina's is the worse of the two). But I LOVE practical and common sense characters! They are making such understandable and logical choices based on the information they have (and writing characters keeping cool heads while still showing how they are very much terrified and freaking out they are inside is so satisfying)

-Wanda is also in a bad situation but am not sure how it is going to reconnect with Miryem and Irina (Irina is obviously escaping into the Staryk kingdom)

-still don't spy the Rumpelstiltskin character in this retelling

[windsroad]

I am Distressed bc I am up late listening to spinning silver and the chernobog is obviously the bad guy and I like the staryk and they are helping kill him and I am STUCK experiencing the fight through this ANNOYING CHILD’S EYES

I DID like stepon but this is taking too long. I’m sick of him. Show me the perspective of literally anyone else now.

[siremasterlawrence]

Haunting Of The Endless

The Endless is a house in the borough of Manhattan, New York a place of which no one speaks of yet except for the neighbors who live there.

Dean and Sam Winchester near the edge of driveway parking in the lot they sigh turning off the ignition Sam is in a deep sleep he has been frequent in it for weeks.

He is in a deeper slumber his body shifts in out of consciousness till his brother hits him in the head and he wakes up in shock of annoyance.

He sighs rolling up the window as they exit the car leaving the space they walk up into the house. Dean does not care locking the door.

The wind gushed past him closing the door in hush they both holt up taking the long lengthy staircase rail up to the top of the floor.

The doors are shut suddenly they open up together in a row repeating the same weird pattern non stop and their expression of confusion are gone.

Another gush of wind blows Sam into the wall with one hard shove shaking Dean from his cocky expression a loud thunderous hard core laugh erupts.

The house begins to lose its stability as it is wrecking havock flowing lights blast through the room and hit their eyes blinding them for a second.

A pair stomping feet could be heard running up the staircase the two spin about to face what is coming but they can’t fight it not at all.

“You see those footsteps approaching.”

“Only confirms our hit.”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Show your face”

“Walk from the shadows “

“You are The Winchesters”

“How would you know that?”

“I know everything and everyone”

“I can see millions of years of time “

“Ok we get! You are brainiac”

“Brainiac! Haha”

“You assholes! Let’s play a game “

“We are not here for games”

“We will vanquish you “

“Fool! What is this an exorcism?”

“You are damn right it is”

“Hahahahahahahaha! My god”

“Are you amateurs?”

Suddenly the windows slide down very quick slamming hard on the window seal smash the glass as it spreads all over the floor the two turn.

A giant black shadows appears on the main floor in this glorious shade absorbing all of the rooms contents till nothing is left except for a white realm.

Dean brash as ever with over compensation macho behavior jumps grips the staircase rail and hops over it till he hits the ground and makes a run for it.

The room begins to spin as Sam slips falling onto his head, the floor boards erupt as they burst with green smoking filling the room up with green gas.

The green grass hits the top of the roof as it begins to collect over his crane lifting him up into the air forcing the gas into both of his nostrils.

The smoke forms a fist grabbing onto Dean by way his neck choking while holding him in place making sure to leave no trace of his ethereal gas.

The last of gas sinks into his body filling up his nose, mouth and lungs then proceeds to dropping into the floor boards in searing pain.

Sam comes to walking down the staircase to meet his brother, he hits the last stepon his way to him and knelt down next to him.

Deans body lifts upward rising to his feet with a wicked smile he stares at his browith one that resembles a Cheshire Cat expression it’s hilarious.

“Are you ok Bro? Dean?”

“I’m not Dean”

“You are the house”

“I am so much more”

“Let me tell you a story “

“Take a seat pretty boi “

“Listen you piece of shit”

“I SAID ZIP IT”

“I love it”

“I have power over you”

“The minute you stepped into my house “

“FUCK YOU!”

“You can feel it already “

“Your body submits “

“You can’t resist me”

“You will obey “

“I won’t, I shall not “

“You twisted fuck”

The gas encircling him the magic in his eyes lift him up into the air as the smell hits him even harder. His eyes are spiral out of his control looking everywhere he starts to move throughout the room and he bounce back onto the wall. The gas seeps up cover his body his mouth, nose, throat and ass are filled up to the brim.

“Mmmmmm”

“Both you boys behave now “

“Yes Master!”

“You are the caretakers of this house”

“You live here”

“Your job is to protect this house”

“Bring me more slaves”

“Yes Master”

“Mwahahahahaha “

The end

More coming soon