William Etty Hero and Leander

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Hodgesaargh had a job to do. The castle was full of people doing jobs. Everyone had something useful to do except Magrat. She just had to exist. Of course, everyone would talk to her, provided she talked to them first. But she was always interrupting, beehives.
One of the hives had the lid off. Beside it, in the middle of a brown cloud, smoking his special bee pipe, was Mr. Brooks.
“Oh,” she said, “it’s you, Mr. Brooks.”
Technically, Mr. Brooks was the Royal Beekeeper. But
the relationship was a careful one. For one thing, although
most of the staff were called by their last names Mr. Brooks something important. Apart from ensuring the royal succession, which Verence had sent off for a book about, she—“You just keep back there, girl. You don’t want to come no further,” said a voice.Magrat bridled.“Girl? One happens to be very nearly of the royal blood by marriage!”“Maybe, but the bees don’t know that,” said the voice.Magrat stopped.She’d stepped out beyond what were the gardens from the point of view of the royal family and into what were the gardens from the point of view of everyone else—beyond the world of hedges and topiary and herb gardens and into the world of old sheds, piles of flowerpots, compost and, just here