We finally came to a stop around dusk at a large estate. Everything looked beautiful in the sunset. The yard was groomed beautifully and there were large gardens surrounding the mansion. The house was made of carefully cut stone and had ivory windowsills. Waiting outside for us was a large staff of women and men, all wearing black and white uniforms. 

One of the men helped Kenswick out of the wagon, then they all bowed. Afterword, we were all helped out of the wagon, and I unlocked. I followed the servants into the large hall. It was gorgeous. It sparkled like the sun's rays, as the light from the crystal chandelier glinted off the gold decorations. I stood there, taking it all in.

"Welcome to Chalward Manor," exclaimed Kenswick. "For once you seem a loss for words, Ky," 

I touched a porcelain vase engraved with gold swirls. "No," I replied, I'm just thinking about how much money I'll make." Kenswick smirked, then clapped his hands, silencing the other three orphans and staff. 

"Attention," he said in a regal voice. "Listen to the name of the servant I give you. They will show you your room and after you change into decent clothes," he paused, staring at my ragged shirt and pants, "they will give you a tour of the house. You will have to wait until tomorrow to see the grounds." I pouted. I wanted to see the whole estate, not just the mansion.

"Paige, you will have Molly," declared Kenswick. A fairly short young women with mousy brown hair, about eighteen years old, led Paige up the marble staircase. As she passed by me, she stepped on my toe and glared angrily at me. I assumed she wasn't very happy when I held a knife to her throat. I couldn't blame her, I'd be pretty mad too. 

Both Dedrick and Tobin were whisked off by their man-servants, which left me alone in the room with Kenswick. 

"That leaves you, Ky," he stated. "Now, I, being the caring person I am, will not lock up your room tonight, but will have guards to keep you from escaping. Hopefully we can learn to trust each other instead of acting this way."

"You wish," I muttered.

He sighed, mumbled something under his breath about ignorance, then said, "you can follow your man-servant Arter to your room." The about seventeen-year-old to Kenswick's right stepped forward. He had curly blond hair that rested on top of his head, though he was well-groomed and very clean. Kenswick turned and headed to a different direction, while I trailed Arter up the staircase.

"Do you know how long we are going to be here?"I asked Arter once we were out of the earshot of Kenswick. 

"I don't know, sir, we haven't heard any details, sir," He answered.

"You don't have to call me 'sir', I certainly don't look like one, and I won't be staying here for long," I replied.

"Master Kenswick said you would try to escape, but I wouldn't if I were you."

"Why?" I asked, "is there something that's going to happen? What can Kenswick do?" Arter pursed his lips and his blue eyes grew hard and dark. I knew that he wouldn't answer any more questions that night. I  suddenly remembered what Kenswick said about feeling guilty about my actions. I just hoped Arter's sudden silence to my question and Kenswick's threat had anything in common.