The guy seemed to have forgotten his name. I waited with a friendly smile.

They call me Son of a Bitch! - blurted out the guy and blushed.

- Is it clear now. How about we call you something else? I suggested. - What name do you like?

- I do not know...

- All right, - I sighed, - you will be Richard. Dick. Will it go?

- Yeah!

I gave him a coin "for gingerbread" and went to the house on foot, while the carriages turned towards the outbuildings, where there should have been a stable.

The butler met me in the hall. An elderly gray-haired man with...