“Who are these guys?”
“You’ll see.”
Max led the way into the house. A man was singing a song in some unknown tongue and pulling a turkey out of an Aga oven to baste it. Inside the cavernous interior were several more. Other men were chopping vegetables. An old guy came to shake everyone’s hand.
“Happy Krishtlindjet,” he said.
“Max, are these the guys from the Meadowchef depot?”
“Sure are. Can’t run the place without staff.”
“How did they get here?”
“Dad got them all from different places. We went all over,” said Justin.
“Well, where do they live?”
“I’ve patched up some stables we weren’t using and put in heaters. I’ve partitioned the big barn and there’s some rooms in the house. I’ve brought in some prefabricated shower and toilet units so we’re all set, at least in the short term
