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of recipes about us – roasted Goose served with bat wings, minced Chief served with hot garlic sauce, boiled Derek garnished with cheese and deep-fried Hound dipped in honey, served with toasted bread and mashed potatoes.
     
    “What crap! Your website says you’ve got seven suites, isn’t it?” snapped Goose, unable to hold back his observation when he noticed that there were only six rooms up for occupancy. We had taken four rooms and now with one room out of commission, his chances of getting new golf partners dipped by a large percentage.
     
    “Er…yes. But the 7th suite room is in a terrible state. It’s a 350-year old building, you see. We just keep junk in there. It used to be Jenny’s great grandfather’s meditation room long ago and now we keep it locked. But you don’t need to worry, you shall have very clean rooms”, replied Jeremy, avoiding eye contact with any of us.
     
    Nanny nodded as though we’d go by her endorsement any day.  Forget our rucksacks, I was sure that the old bag of bones wouldn’t be able to lift a barf bag, yet she was at our service.
     
    “You call this a mansion? This is an old, dilapidated building that’s falling apart. This is just an ancient building! How dare you trick us into this mansion, De Saliva or whatever your name is?” thundered Derek, he was livid with rage.
     
    That’s exactly how the D’Silvas had marketed it to us. The very fact that we had to spend a month in this dump made him freak out and he lost it.
     
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Derek. I understand that you had a hard day. But since you saved my niece’s life today, I’ll give you a week’s free living in this mansion. It’s on the house. You just pay for the rest. Is that fair?” replied Jeremy apologetically, slightly taken off guard.
     
    It was evident that the man was loaded with cash and this business was mere pocket change for the drunken, old bandicoot.
     
    Derek mumbled his gratitude and proceeded with Hound to their respective suites while Goose and I decided to look around the house that Jeremy called the ‘Mansion of the Gods’. I wondered what he intended to do with us.
     
    Maybe, he was planning to throw us into the dungeon and Nanny would help him stuff us into personalized, pink iron maidens before dumping our remains into pink coffins.
     
    But it was an old, beautiful and quaint place indeed. It was a sprawling mansion, well-kept and taken good care of. There were six guest suites on the first floor, two on each side. Each suite had a name – Nicholas, Walter, Edmund, Henry, Christopher and Bernard.
     
    The seventh suite room, Winston, was on the ground floor, close to the lounge, at the far end of the lobby near the main entrance to the building.
     
    The living room at the center of the mansion was visible from all the suites on the first floor as the doors of all guest suites overlooked the lobby. It was huge. Had they removed all the junk furniture that cluttered the place, we could have played football in there.
     
    The lounge was covered with dark teak wood flooring, end-to-end. The wooden floor betrayed the age of the building as it creaked while we walked on it.
     
    The place was well lit up with yellow light coming from really expensive, crystal chandeliers all around.
     
    There was a big fireplace adjacent to the seventh suite room, towards the eastern corner of the house. Large portraits of Jenny’s great grandfather adorned the walls; at least that’s what Jeremy told us.
     
    Extra large, comfortable sofas and couches lay in front of the fireplace. The warm fire from the fireplace gave the mansion a nice, cozy feeling and the smell of musky furniture gave it a very vintage feel. If only I could bottle up the air and mix it with alcohol, we’d have a nice high.
     
    Massive curtains and drapes adorned the lounge from the roof to the floor. There were ghastly bronze statues and flower vases all over the place, giving the hall a cluttered, yet open, royal