“Brigands!” the butler shrieked.
Everyone in the house rushed into the hall, including the cook, who wielded a rather nasty-looking cleaver. Hasket walked out of the drawing room rolling his shirtsleeves up.
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked, voice booming.
Elias shrugged, utterly unfazed by the uproar he caused. “Merely that your son has returned from three years of exile.”
His father’s face bloomed with joy. “Elias!”
He grabbed his son in a heartfelt embrace before stepping back to formally offer his hand. “We thought you were still on the Henry. Come into the drawing room and get warm. Eliza, our son has returned! This calls for a celebration!”
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