"What's going on? What about that child, what happened to him?
"Quickly stop him! Mr. Hill might become upset, and then you will suffer the repercussions!
Damn it, what a kid is this where he came out of?
Even the security guards were beside themselves. This was totally appalling to them to witness such an incidence.
Various rich businessmen commission them to safeguard Timothy Hill. However, this time they were in the presence of an unknown young man who had walked to Timothy Hill in front of them.
Should something untowards befall Timothy they knew they were in an awful end.
The guards ran on, but William did not take alarm. Timothy put up an eyebrow and outstretched his hand and bellowed in a low voice, "Everybody, back!
Everyone has to get out of this place in a minute.
Timothy was trembling in every part, these persons had even provoked William.
The guards did not venture to overlook the command of Timothy, but hastened to retaliate, driving out all the people off the summit of the hill.
"Master..." Timothy raised his eyes to look at William, half crouching on his knees.
William put up his hand, and said, Let's speak within.
"Alright!" Timothy walked away with a limp bow of his head, waving his hand in greeting to get William to go on.
William did not suspect anything. Timothy looked exceedingly old, but in comparison with him, the distinction was enormous.
"Holy crap! What's going on?"
"Am I seeing things? Mr. Hill appears to be respectful towards that kid...
"Have I gone mad? Has the whole world gone mad?"
No one could believe what they were looking at.
Timothy was, in fact, trailing the young man like a slave, and bowing his head.
Had these bigwigs witnessed this scene, one would have guessed what they would have thought.
Several tycoons had laid out millions, tens of millions, and even hundreds of millions to meet Timothy to no purpose.
But now, who knew, Timothy had not only seen this strange young man, he had even accommodated him in so base a manner.
Who was this young man, what was his name?
The people who were commissioned to guard Timothy here hastened to tell their bosses the things they had observed.
"A peculiar young man? Does he not appear very young and... peculiar?
"The master is back! The master has returned!"
He is still alive... and so young...
All the people who had followed William before were shocked at receiving the news. There were divergent thoughts.
People were shocked, excited, frightened, worried, and so on, and some of them even had special ideas.
The old house, inside, as though it were the placing of the furniture or some little articles, was like nothing had changed.
It was 50-years later, and William had come back to this house and was experiencing a certain familiar feeling.
Master, pray have a seat, I will bring you some tea. Timothy was not able to manage his feelings at this stage.
William estimated Timothy, seated in the chair, where he had so much been accustomed to sit. There was still the teacup he was to use on the table beside it.
Time changes everything. Timothy was a healthy young man 50 years ago. Being a butler, he was in charge of all the procedures in the house. He was now an elderly gentleman, in his off years.
He would wonder about what was happening to the servants who used to serve him in the house.
Timothy then brought a set of 18 th century porcelain teaware. This beautiful and complete set would certainly be a national treasure to be placed in exhibition in case of its exposure. And who would imagine that some one could use it to drink tea?
Timothy heated the water, and then prepared a pot of tea with due care to William.
William sipped the tea, laid down the cup and then in a low voice said, Timothy, tell me about the state of the world these days.
Timothy prostrated himself before William with his eyes still flushed, and told him, Master, the world has changed to the better these days. It is quiet and technology is coming out at a fast rate with numerous emerging things. As for the specifics... I have not been down the mountain these last years, and I am not quite certain. Should I summon Michael and the rest and tell you about it?
No need, said William shaking his head and laughing. Once I had gone, they stopped being my servants. Now they are in their seventies or eighthies. Shall they prostrate themselves to me still?
Being a long-lived person, William understood human heart best. The servants of yesterdays had all known the benefit of him. What he perceived as trivial had enabled them to create big impressions in the world.
Is it by any means that he can expect these servants of fifty years ago to serve him now?
At this Timothy was on his knee before William.
"Master! Until I die, you will always have me as your servant!
"Stand up," William said. "You don't need to be so tense. You have been rough in these years. We will meet again, as you see, Michael, and the others, should it be appointed.
William was not a person to impose anything where fate was concerned.
Where would you like to go now, Master? I should like to remain with you, Timothy stumblingly got on his feet, with anticipation in his eyes. He had waited the better part of his life that William would come back and he obviously wanted to keep serving him.
Timothy appeared to be a god to the outside observers, but he was aware that the only real god was his master.
"Forget it. You don't have many days left. live on your own, William shook his head and said, by the way, what should a person of my age be doing in the modern world?
Timothy did not have the courage to insist on being with William, and the enquiry of William seemed rather peculiar.
His age?
You are too old, Master, you are supposed to be studying. Are you thinking of...?" Timothy had a conception as to what William intended, but he wished to know it.
Did he know enough to make conjectures about his master?
"Studying?" William nodded. "That's a possibility!"
Timothy hazarded,--how old are you now?
William was a youthful man, and possessed a certain aura. He could have been eighteen or twenty-three or four.
"Twenty, perhaps!" William said with a smile. Eighteen, that is rather too young.
Then you ought to be in university, Timothy interpreted the will of William, and said, I will set some one to give you a new identity.
William shook his head, and looked up at the entrance.
Timothy had no courage to disturb him at all, but stood by his side as he had fifty years before.
After three minutes, the front door of the old house was kicked open.
A young fellow came in with a cigarette in his mouth, and then a crowd of men in their suits came by.
Timothy was startled. His eyes were very much filled with murder and he stared the young man up.
Who had the audacity to kick the door of this house open?
And before his master at that? Whatever this man was he had to die today!
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