As the confusion ranged, Priscilla could be seen scuttling behind Gabriella, her glance flying here and there thinking of why the princess had brought her to a place like this.
The servants were removing the goods from the carriages. In one of the carriages was a large heap of oranges that would take 5 men a whole day to arrange into the basket before it would be taken to the store room.
Priscilla came to a halt just in time Gabriella had halted. Again she felt a lump in her throat as the Princess finally turned to her.
"Look at those men there." She pointed at them. "Do you see them?"
"Yes, my Princess." Nodded Priscilla.
"Do not leave until you have emptied the oranges into the basket with them."
"My Prin–cess." Priscilla's eyes spread wide at her punishment.
