ELIAM’S UNDERGROUND
“My Lord,” Luke bowed to his master, who had sent for him. He stood straight, eyes glued to the man who was busy checking out the winter coat that had been made for him. He always had new ones made each year, and this was by far one of the best he had come across.
As he dropped the coat on the desk before him, he turned to meet Luke's eyes, “How do you see the coat?” He straightened his robe, striding towards his armchair.
Luke grinned at him and responded, “It would fit you so well, my Lord.”
He grabbed the little aluminium kettle on the round table and stretched his hand towards Luke, “Serve me tea….”
“My pleasure,” Luke took it from him and filled his cup on the table. He dropped back the kettle and raised the cup towards his master. “This is it, my Lord.”
Eli
