Chapter 4
Scrambled Eggs
The Bourne orphans were very wet when they awoke the morning after Alex's beating. Cassy helped Alex to his feet, then leaned down and picked up her sleeping sister. Cassy, Alex, and Valentine had cried all night in the grief, horror, and in Alex's case, pain of last night's experience.
Sir Walton was not there waiting for them this morning, he had left late last night without telling the orphans, clearly to state that he would not be cooking for them anymore. It didn't matter so much, because when the Count demanded ham, all Cassandra could cook was scrambled eggs, anyway. She was yelled at every morning since her arrival to cook the requested meal. No matter how many times she told Sir Walton she could only cook scrambled eggs, he growled, "Liar."
Cassy cooked for her siblings this morning. She had been allowed to buy eggs last night before the Count had sent them to bed. She cracked the eggs into the bowl, mixed milk, salt, and sugar, then dumped the contents onto the frying pan. She heated the oven and mixed the aqueous substance around the pan as it grew solid. Once it was successfully scrambled, Cassy sorted the meal into three and put the rations on plates, and turned off the oven.
The Bournes ate their breakfast in silence. Cassy was thinking of an invention to stop Sir Walton attacking herself or her siblings, so her bangs were clipped back. Alex, whose head hurt from the blow yesterday, was eating his food very slowly. Valentine, whose favourite pastime was to bite things, chomped into her egg with pure delight.
But the Bournes' misfortune did not end here, oh no. The day after, Sir Walton returned.