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skipper -toed, gale -holler, or I'll run ye through with my jib! Arr! Arr! Arr!

I'm sore wounded.

Blimey!

I'm no fear, young prince.

Arr! Take flight, ye blighter! Or ye cowardly rat -scallion, eh?

Ye beetle -brow!

Not padded!

Stegard!

Arr! You little fool with the likes of Captain King!

Terror above me!

Oh,

hello, father.

Just about to do whatever you sent me out to do and... You don't even remember

what it was you were supposed to do.

When was the last time you filled up that wood box?

I had the hatchet.

But then I went to look down the well and it sort of fell.

Or fed Caesar and Prince.

Helped with the silage.

Checked the fences. Mucked out the stalls.

Oiled the harness.

Greased the wagon.

You know what? I've been trying to teach you responsibility, but I give up.

You don't have any more chores. You're free.

Thank you, Father.

I'm not being charitable, Felix. You need to learn the value of hard work.

I don't seem to be able to instill that in you. I hope somebody else can before

it's too late.

I see this right away.

The Duke of Aranark. Aranark.

I can read, Olivia, I can read.

The Duke of Aranark has extended his stay in North America and will visit

several communities on the island.

I need to get an interview.

Carmody, Mockdale, a preserves festival, Winterfest.

Oh, but of course, Olivia.

The Duke must come to Avonlea for Founder's Day.

Oh, Heavy, nobody bothers with that anymore.

Well, I intend to bother.

Dinner, perhaps.

No, no, more than that.

Ah.

Yes,

yes.

Special presentation.

To the first founding family of Avonlea.

which, of course, will be the King's. Oh, now, Hattie. Oh, now, Olivia,

much to be done.

Music, menus, invitations. Hattie, maybe none of this will be as important to

the Duke as it is to you. Oh, of course it will.

Oh, goodness.

I must speak to the ladies of the Founders' Day Committee so we can make

arrangements at the White Sands Hotel.

Oh, Hattie.

What's the matter, Felix?

Nothing. Well, actually, my father says I have to learn the value of hard work.

You work hard, Gutt.

What's the value in it?

Being your own man.

Making your own way. Taking pride in what you do, eh?

If I were to get a real job, would my father be proud of me?

Could be.

Certainement.

Mr. Tremaine, the new owner of the hotel is looking for someone.

I thought he was looking for a dog.

Oh, a dog's body.

It's sort of like a special assistant.

Oh.

Lucky for you, Felix.

He doesn't know a thing about you.

What exactly can you offer the White Sands, Master King?

Well, I was more hoping that the White Sands could offer me something.

A job.

Gus says that you need extra help for the Founder's Day banquet.

Master Pike is correct.

He's a smart fellow, Felix.

So you do well in your studies?

Well, not that kind of smart, exactly.

Have you good legs?

Yes, sir. Two of them.

And you can be spared from your farm duties. The job will be quite demanding.

Yes, sir.

My father should have encouraged me.

Right then.

A trial period, perhaps.

And you vouch for him, Master Peg.

Yes, sir, Mr. Tremaine.

Master King, I'll see you tomorrow morning, before first light. And please

a tie.

Yahoo!

I mean, yes, sir.

What's my pay?

Your pay equals your worth.

You young gollywag.

You're going to have to shag it good now, Felix Kang.

Nobody's going to be covering up for you.

What's to cover up?

Gus?

Gus?

Today I saw Mrs. Potts at the general store. And do you know what she was

Father?

I'm sure I don't have a clue. She was buying face powder and lip rouge for

Sally. For the banquet.

Absolutely not. I forbid it.

But Sally's the same age as Felicity, Father.

I've never heard you use Sally Potts as a model before. It's out of the

question. But I'm 16 years old now, Father.

I should have a grown -up dress and lip rouge.

Will I have to bear four children and be a married hag before you believe I'm

grown up?

Was I just insulted?

I got a job today.

A job?

Where? At the White Sands.

With pay and everything.

You mean to say you won't lift a finger around here, but you'll take a job at

the hotel?

Oh, I think it's a good idea.

Boy, it's as lazy as snow.

You showing some initiative, Alex?

I get paid, Father.

Meals, too.

You'll be fired from this job.

No one else will hire him.

Give it your best effort, Felix. Maybe you'll prove me wrong.

We want these doorknobs gleaming. The hotel is completely booked, and I'm

expecting a solid community turnout for the banquet itself.

We must ensure the entire staff is vigilant.

This will have to be cleaned, whatever it is.

Oh.

The kitchen staff have had a ten -minute break after breakfast.

Your first official task will be to get them back to work.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Tremaine says break's over.

He says get back to work.

We've only used two of our ten minutes. That's right.

I'm just telling you what he told me.

Best get back to work.

Cat, now the old man's hired a pair of young legs with a big mouth. We'll never

have any peace.

Oh, come on now.

It's not Felix's fault.

You got something in your hair.

I do?

Yeah, some little fluffy bits.

Let go of me. This shirt is much too baggy.

Stop it. Let me go. This collar is disgraceful. All right, leave him be.

Felix is a good follower.

Leave the boy alone.

The royal pain sent him in here to get us back to work, Pierre.

You go tell Mr.

Simon Tremaine that I, and I alone, am the chef de la cuisine.

Do you comprend?

They said the break wasn't over yet, and the next thing I knew it was like a

tornado. The first day on the job is always the toughest, Master King.

Is this bow tie sewn into a knot?

Yes. My mother did that to save time on Sundays. This is unacceptable.

Mr. Tremaine, there isn't a man on earth who can teach me how to tie a bow tie.

We shall see about that.

My father tried to teach me, and it ended up I made him forget how to do it

properly.

One end longer than the other.

Double back the short end and pull long end to tighten.

Where did you learn how to do that?

In the service of royalty, Master King.

The longer end flips around the short and doubles over.

Everyone's excited about the Duke of Arana coming to the banquet.

I don't know. The Duke will not be in attendance, Master King.

Why not?

Because I chose not to extend an invitation to him. Thread it through the

Why not?

I have my reasons.

Pull both ends to tighten and adjust.

Now, if you can avoid being mauled by the staff, I'd like you to do an

of pillowcases.

Jeepers. 125 cents.

All in a day's work, Felix, can't it?

You could have helped me out a bit when they were pulling me apart this morning.

The outside world is not like the Avonlea schoolyard.

A man has to make it for himself.

But why is Mr. Tremayne so reluctant to invite the Duke to the banquet, I

wonder? Honestly, does anybody really care whose family was here first?

History cares, honor cares, posterity cares.

And I care.

Oh, Olivia, you of all people.

How can you so blithely turn your back on your brave forebears?

Well, I don't really expect you to understand, Janet.

Well, after all, you wards never have had a sense of history and tradition.

Oh, us wards have done just fine our own quiet way.

Oh, hello, Phyllis. How'd it go, dear? You hungry?

No, I'm dead tuckered.

Anyway, to be perfectly frank, when the Duke of Aranac does make the

presentation, it won't be to award, will it? It'll be to king.

So you see, Olivia, we must be prepared to make the right impression.

The Duke isn't coming to the banquet.

Why do you say that, Felix?

Mr. Tremaine told me he didn't expend an invitation.

What?

I can't take it.

My heart's going to pop right out of my mouth.

No invitation?

We'll see about that.

Uh -uh -uh.

Oh, J .B. I'm sorry.

Done very well for me.

This just illustrates the need for a napkin.

And at the White Sands, we do not say jeepers.

Most people I know don't care if they get served from the left or the right,

long as they get fed.

At the White Sands, regular people are treated like the royal family, whether

they realize it or not.

Somehow I think you were born to be a hotel man, Mr. Tremaine.

Oh,

Felix.

I think you would be surprised at the difference between where I started out

where I ended up.

Oh, please, sir, clean and repack the place setting.

Carefully.

It's, um, quite precious.

Keep up the good work, lad.

I'm not going to take orders from a bossy 12 -year -old.

Hello, hello.

Hey, hey, hey. Boys.

Hey. Do you want the royal pain to catch you?

Too late.

The royal pain is here.

I can't have staff joining battle in my hotel. It's unseemly. I think we made a

bargain, n 'est -ce pas?

The kitchen is my domain and the hotel is your domain.

Need I remind you that your domain is subservient to my domain?

The

penalty

is half a day's pay.

Who is the instigator?

It depends.

On what?

What an instigator is.

Who started it?

Master Pike?

I never saw him, Mr. Tremaine.

Then I have no alternative but to split the penalty between the two of you.

That's all.

Now, go get cleaned up.

Some friend of you are.

You saw he was the instigator.

Thanks, Gus.

I need my payback.

Yeah.

Should have thought of that before you started flinging that jam.

Look.

You said tasting would educate my palate.

That was before you became the spy for that nincompoop.

Leave my kitchen, Judas boy.

Heskete.

The menu for the founder's day banquet.

From Mr. Tremere.

Haggis.

He wants me to cook haggis.

Never would I do such a thing. You can tell him no, not a million times.

No such a thing.

A culinary tragedy boiled in a sheep's stomach.

I don't cook sheep's guts.

But you cook lots of horrible things.

Snails, tongues, frogs.

Before I make this haggis, I will jump from the church steeple.

Naked. Go.

Papa.

My intention is to be the most beautiful woman at the banquet.

Duke or no duke.

Well, what if the color clashes with the decor of the room?

Let's go look.

Right now?

There's no time like the present.

Monsieur Pierre says he won't cook the haggis.

He is mistaken.

You will tell him so and make him believe it.

I don't think I'm cut out for giving orders, Mr. Tremaine.

If you wish to keep your job.

You're going to have to rise above the other workers, even your friends.

You are my personal representative, and as such, they must obey you.

You mean everybody's got to do what I say?

Immediately and without question.

Mr. Tremaine, could I prevail upon your good taste?

I hardly think you need me, Mrs. Campbell.

Your taste is well known and unassailable.

Yes, because I have the good sense to ask for good opinions.

As you wish.

Please sort these keys, Master King. I'm needed elsewhere.

Yes, sir.

And what can I do for you, ladies?

Ignore him.

He's a troublemaker.

It's only a small tear.

What do you think, Simon? Can it be repaired by one of the housemaids?

That is the most beautiful gown I have ever seen.

I would appreciate it if you could have this hung in a very humid room so that

it will fall properly.

Uh, the laundry, perhaps.

Oh, Simon Tremaine, you make a person feel like the Queen of England.

Sarah, I'm thirsty.

So... Getting ready for the banquet?

Will you be working, Gus, or will you be able to dance?

Well, Mr. Tremaine might maybe allow me one special dance.

Well, in that case, you must choose your partner with great care.

Oh, I already have, Felicity.

I do have my eye on a particular someone.

Is there no task in the kitchen in need of your assistance, Gus Pike?

Yeah, yeah, in a minute. I'm just talking to Sarah and Felicity. I said

Gus.

Flick.

You're getting a little bit inflated in the head there, Felix King.

You do as Felix says, Master Pike.

Remember, Felix King, a little bit of power can be a dangerous thing.

Power is best used sparingly, Master King, or one loses more than one gains

the using.

Time to be gallivanting around Markdale.

Well, they must make time.

This way, Alec and I can personally invite the Duke to the banquet as our

I'll feed it to the beast!

Wrong.

Felix, what do you want? Just a small favor.

How small?

Mrs. Cantwell's gown.

What about it? An hour should suffice.

You want me to steal it? Shh!

I just need to examine it for a while, so I can make a copy. If you must know.

Why should I help you? I could lose my job.

How much?

Doesn't that one with me care about the honor of the king?

Oh, well, Hetty, as you never miss an opportunity to point out, I'm a

of the lowly wards.

Hey, this is the same pattern Mr. Tremaine has on his place setting.

What?

The heraldic insignia of the Duke of Arunach?

Yep, honey.

Glasses, plates, and everything.

It's all put together in a wooden box lined with red felt. I figured he'd got

when he worked for royalty.

Simon Tremaine worked for the Duke.

Ah.

Now it all comes clear.

I expected that Simon Tremaine was a shady character.

Oh, I wish you hadn't done that.

Then what?

Whatever it was, it made Hedy look so triumphant.

Stephen, it's the worst idea you've ever had. Sarah, don't be ridiculous.

I think it's inspired.

One hour, promise? Yes, Felix, I promise.

Sarah, feel this fabric.

Go.

Russell, come on. The pain and fear are fighting.

Let's cut our red -haired, miserly barbarians.

Call me any names you want, but you will make a haggis. Scots music is hideous,

catfighting, pumped out from sheep bladders.

Scotsmen wear skirts like ugly, knock -kneed women.

Be rational, you continental lout. I am not continental.

I am from Quebec, you English prig.

I will take many things from you.

Because you are a snail -eating, wine -quaffing, effete, cheese -gobbling

Frenchie. But I will not be called English.

All of you, out of here.

Now.

Take that. You're a patient garlic eater. Ouch.

You. You hypocrite scum.

Of the Parisian people.

I intend to be the most ravishing individual at the Founders Day banquet.

I want to be presented on my own to the Duke. You'll probably end up in a

women's prison.

How do you plan to wear that gown to the banquet without your parents noticing?

Well, got the paper at the hotel for me, and then I'll put it on when we arrive.

That's awful.

No, I've not dreamt it. I'm sure he was once in service to the Duke and was

dismissed. You'll see once I confront that.

Simon Tremaine with his shadowy power.

Well, certainly it would explain Mr. Tremaine's strange reluctance to let the

Duke of Aranog visit Avonlea.

Aaronic.

The nerve. How often does a person get a chance to hobnob with real royalty?

Come on, Sarah, this should be interesting.

Can I help you, ladies?

Oh, you can start by explaining what happened to your eye.

Will you please just keep to the point of your intrusion, Miss King?

As you wish.

We are a delegation, Mr. Tremayne.

We're here to inquire just why you've not invited the Duke of Aranach to the

Founders' Day banquet.

I don't know.

I don't know.

What concern is it to you how I run my business?

Oh, it's most certainly our concern what your business is. We are the sponsors

of the Founders' Day banquet, and we fully intend to invite the Duke

Obviously, there is something in your dark and dirty past that makes you

to confront him.

You shrieking, interfering, hysterical harridan.

We know about the place sitting, Mr.

Tremaine. You probably stole that from the Duke of Aramon. We're dismissed.

Why did I ever tell her about it?

You mean it's true?

Get out.

Allegations like this are nothing more than character assassination.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out.

If I have to look at your suspicious pinched face another moment, I will not

held responsible.

And I suppose it was you who told her about the place -sitting.

Mr. Tremaine.

Take Mrs. Campbell's gown back to the laundry.

But I'm not finished looking at it. Then look at it down there, Felicity.

Mr. Tremaine doesn't need any more trouble than he's got on my account.

Felix, I don't see why you want to help him.

He wouldn't understand, Sarah.

Mr. Jermaine is the first person who's ever put me in charge of anything.

He tells me I'm good at things.

Stand watch, Sarah.

I hate standing watch.

You don't actually do anything. You just stand here getting eaten by anxiety.

We'll return this setting to its rightful owner so Mr. Tremaine doesn't

trouble. You can't do that.

That's a good idea, Sarah.

No harm done, everyone's happy.

We should leave immediately.

What? The Dukes of Markdale today.

Aunt Hetty says so.

I'm on her, Joker.

Hetty?

Olivia,

good. Good, come in and sit down.

I need to talk to you about the Founders' Day banquet.

Oh, will you? Firstly, the proper etiquette required when meeting royalty

be made exquisitely clear to everyone.

Oh, Lord, we don't want people rushing up to the Duke of Aranac and talking to

him about swapping pigs or gutting fish, do we? You haven't seen the Chronicle

yet? Oh, no, no, no, can't do that.

Oh, you know, Olivia, when His Grace does proclaim the kings as first

family, we need to be prepared.

Or perhaps not.

Avonlea's first family would appear to be the Campbells.

The Campbells.

I hope you'll agree, as I do, that it's really nothing worth getting upset

about.

The day Wellington Campbell's honored as scion of the first founding family of

Amway is the day they'll shovel dust over my smoldering bones.

We've work to do, Olivia.

I'll get my hat.

Now, this ledger contains the names of the very first settlers.

And what is it now, Avonlea?

Surely the king name is there.

Look again.

No, ma 'am, no kings.

Try the name Campbell, then.

No, ma 'am, no Campbells.

Well, then, will you kindly check for the name of my great, great, great

maternal grandfather, Thomas Hewitt Carlisle?

No Carlisles.

What now?

I'm going to put the place setting in the Duke's coach, and then we'll go

How do you know which coach is his?

Oh, it couldn't be the big fancy one with his coat of arms on it, could it?

Dan, watch.

Again?

What did he steal?

They seem to have left something behind, Your Grace.

They're making the escape.

What do you mean you returned the play setting to the Duke?

I was trying to make up for my big fat mouth.

Oh, get out of here.

It'll be grand if I never see another king for the rest of my life.

Go on, boy.

Get out of my sight.

You're fired.

at home, son.

You're a loser.

This is the Duke of Aranar, Felix.

He'd like to know how that place setting came into your possession.

Yes.

Uh, Mr. King, if you...

I come to speak on behalf of your son.

This is not a good time.

Mr. Tremaine.

He's a bright boy and a good worker. There is no doubt about it. He is?

Almost on time.

Energetic, trustworthy, a fine lad.

We are talking about my son, Felix King.

My reasons for dismissing him are personal and should not besmirch your

of him in the least.

I see.

That's not why we're here.

You'll, uh... You'll have to excuse me for him.

prying, but I have reason to think that you are not who you say you are.

Indeed?

And who am I, then?

The disinherited son of the old Duke of Arana.

Nonsense.

Your grandfather had his son's marriage to a commoner annulled, and you were

declared illegitimate.

Your father quickly remarried a more suitable bride, and she soon had a son.

Your half -brother.

Who is now the Duke of Verona.

And on your 14th birthday, you were banished.

Out of embarrassment.

Where did you hear such a preposterous and melodramatic story?

I'm afraid I told it.

Andrew?

I can do what should have been done years ago, Simon.

It's time for you to reclaim your title as the rightful Duke of Arana.

Come on, son.

Let's go home.

Felicity, this dress is never going to be ready in time for the banquet.

Why don't you just wear your peach skirt? You look perfectly lovely in it.

I'm determined to look my age, not like a child.

I will be presented to the Duke of Arana on my own.

Well, this is some weather.

Who are you staring at?

Your tie, Father.

I could teach you how to do it.

Huh?

Felix?

Yes, Father?

I was very wrong.

You know, calling you shiftless and lazy.

Fact is, I'm very proud of you.

Thank you, Father.

Hurry, Mother!

I would like to get there before the whole town descends upon the hotel.

Listen, do you think this banquet was being held for you alone?

I got you.

I got you.

I've nothing to say to you, Felix Kang.

Eddie, there you are.

Go on now.

You promised.

Olivia, this galls me so terribly, I can't tell you.

If I'd not seen the name with my own eyes, I'd not believe it.

Where is Simon Tremaine?

I always said Simon Tremaine carried himself very notably. This entirely

the whole social order of the community.

Oh.

Ah, wrapped in ermine is still a sow.

Mrs. Campbell always did give herself airs.

Finally! What have you been doing?

Drawing a bath for the Duke of Arnoff. No need to be sarcastic, guy. Just show

me where you hid my gown.

Thank you, friends and

neighbors, and welcome to the White Sands Founders Day Banquet.

Today, the founding family of Avonlea will be honored by none other.

By His Grace, the Duke of Aranah.

Your Grace, Mr. Campbell.

Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Popp.

Hurry up in there, Felicity. I've got a job to do.

Gus, your job is to serve the public, and I am the public.

This is Lawson.

What's with this?

Come on.

Mr. and Mrs.

Alec King and Master Felix King.

Full out of the tank.

Do I look all right?

God's truth, I never saw anyone look so beautiful.

I believe your father is going to lock you up forever.

Thank you, Gus.

Miss Hetty King and Miss Sarah Stanley.

You're good.

What do you think Eddie's doing?

She's wearing Mrs. Campbell's dress. What did she... How did she... Oh,

my.

Miss Felicity King.

Is that our little girl?

Avonlea has a heritage which stretches back to when Prince Edward Island was

called Ile Saint -Jean by our friends the French.

Excuse me, Your Grace.

There has been a slight change. If you'll bear with me, we'll come to the

presentation in a moment.

It appears that the identity of the true founding family of Avonlea, hereto

shrouded in the myths, of time has only recently been confirmed so it

gives me great pleasure to ask mrs janet king to please step forward what did he

say as the representative war the head of the standing

panel of

On behalf of the town of Avonlea, this isle of Prince Edward, it is my

to honor you, Janet King, and your family, the Wards, as the founding

Avonlea. A commemorative scroll will be drawn up, signed and sealed, so that you

and your children will remember your proud heritage.

Thank you, Your Grace.

And on behalf of my family, I humbly thank you.

The wards have always been hard -working, pioneering sorts, and, well,

always thought them quite special, really, in spite of what some people

I'm really deeply honoured.

Quite a day, my love.

Felix turns out to be the finest of young men. Felicity turns out to be a

woman. And my wife turns out to be an important personage. Well, Alec, none of

us have changed, really.

We're just being us in our own different way.

Fear for your honour's saunty face.

Great chieftain o' the pudd 'nry.

You're great. No need to call me that, Miss King.

I'm no more the Duke of Aranore than I am a treacherous thief.

Nor am I an interfering spiritual hermit.

But does this mean you'll not reclaim it, Herschel?

Precisely.

But Andrew has ears, and I do not.

And I love Avonlea and my hotel.

I cannot consider leaving.

I suppose I must make an official announcement.

Did you see the expression on their faces when I renounced my title as the

of Aranaut?

How long did you live naked amongst the Zulus?

It was a bit of a problem, actually.

Because once they seen me kill the lion with just a knife, they developed an

unreasonable affection for me.

It was two years before I could escape.

That would have been about the time I was studying pig -eye and production

tables at Oxford.

Could you not have come home for Father's funeral?

Andrew, the man disinherited me.

Drove my mother to an early death and then banished me while you slept one

night.

Only recently, since making a life here in Avonlea, have I found it in my heart

to forgive him.

You never returned my letters.

I never received them until after father died.

And you must believe me, as soon as I became Duke, I had the Empire scoured

you. I wasn't actually in the Empire, you see. I was working for the Ottoman

secret police against the Russians.

Really? You were a Turkish spy?

Oh, good Lord.

We've been here for hours.

We'd better get back to our friend at stake, yes.

You killed a lion with a knife?

I suppose you expect your job back, Master King. Thank you, Mr. Tremaine.

I appreciate it, but to tell you the truth, no job is worth losing Gus Pike

friend. Indeed.

So did my hero, you see.

Then we must find you a position commensurate with your wishes.

Master Pike?

Yes, sir.

Would you kindly show his grace back to his room, Master Pike?

Yes, sir.

Yes, we agree.