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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.