I shall banish it at once, my lord." The butler bowed so obsequiously low that Matthias could see the top of his ginger-haired head. "Some people consider them very becoming decorations, my lord." Why is a garland allowed to infest my house?" A braided strand of winter greenery used to impart a sense of the season." Yet he squinted up at the stair railing as if barely able to see what his master referred to. Jasper wasn’t the slightest bit near-sighted, being no older than Matthias’s own thirty-two years. “Jasper, what is that hideous growth that is even now strangling my banister?" Something caught his eye as he looked up. “Cold.” Matthias shrugged out of his snow-dusted greatcoat and unwound his woolen scarf. The stout man looked dignified as usual in his dark blue livery. Lord Matthias Waterford entered his fine country manor of Havensbeck in county Staffordshire, removed his hat and was promptly greeted by his butler, Jasper.
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