Marianne's Seven Deadly Lovely Maids
When Sir Garrett had mentioned her apparent 'failure' to think of an appropriate time, she turned back to look at him as her mouth hung open slightly. Her voice caught in her throat, realizing her mistake. He was right, but she could argue her case being that Lady Marianne herself had not specified a time. Perhaps she thought to send them again once she had finished with her bath and whatever other errands she had in mind. Closing her mouth, not offering an excuse, she turned back around and relinked with the rest of the maids. However, she had to stop short as some of them stopped to turn their heads to listen to Sir Garrett's parting words. The way he had growled out the word 'savage' elicited a round of high-pitched squealing and laughter from some of the maids as they were positively giddy, bouncing up on the balls of their feet as some of them even clapped. It was painfully obvious and clear that Sir Garret had somehow won some of their favor. The bark was merely icing on the cake as some of them jumped and scurried away with the senior maid ushering them along like little children, some of the women laughing enthusiastically.
As they finally regained their bearing and composure, they reformed into their single file column and walked back through the halls where the others were. All at once, when they saw they had left Lady Marianne's things, they realized that she was possibly finished with her bath and wondering where in hell they were. Rushing past the others, they quickly grabbed up Marianne's things and were in a flurry wondering where the bathhouses could possibly be. Before, they had Lady Marianne leading them. Now, they were at a loss.
"Oh, dear! Oh dear!""Where are the bathhouses?""We can't keep Lady Marianne waiting!""What if she's cold?""What if she's standing around naked?""What if she's cold and naked?""I think the bathhouses are this way!""No, don't be silly they're this way!""Damn that distraction of a man, Sir Garrett!""How long had we taken? Surely not that much time had passed!"Like a flock of disoriented and confused birds, they continued to chatter amongst themselves as they desperately tried to find the correct route to take to the female bath houses. Their voices filling the halls, completely forgetting that Lady Marianne had ordered for their silence.
