Roaring sounds of the splashes of water echoed through the riverbanks of Tungabhadra. The day was cool but bright. Children played near the bank of the serene Tungabhadra and in the distance was a workshop set up.
The waterwheel moves gracefully with the force of the river. Faint noises of machinery could be heard from a distance as the water occasionally splashed against the rocks.
The workshop was the rebuilt papermill of Ishant. It used the latest improved waterwheel and the machinery detailed by the Emperor. It just took a few days to set up the papermill, thanks to the efficient working of the butler.
Ishant was quite satisfied working with the butler. He was quiet and reserved but did his work with utmost precision. He had never seen such an individual in his life.
The prejudice of him being of lower caste immediately faded after witnessing the truth that he rose to his position with his skill rather than the mercy of the Emperor.
