The Manservant (Traditional)

"The late youths of bucks and princes always end, and in a country once upon a time they ended just at high noon on a hot summer's Monday. Flanked by her manservant, the Headmistress scrutinized the running pack with interest; the bucks and princes finished their limbering-up, and the twenty-furlong course was over. The last young buck, completing the last sandy pace, turned round to face the Headmistress, the full weight of his years of turbulent growth marked on his questioning face. His lips moved silently, but the Headmistress well knew what inquiry he was framing. She looked at the sun, and she looked determinedly at the full-grown bucks and princes walking toward the cars waiting to take them away. Suddenly, she poked her manservant in the groin with her elbow. And she laughed then-laughed until each of the young bucks and princes had boarded his car and departed forever over the dunes. Laughed, laughed into the warm and bracing summer's Monday night."