Rising

"You are the man, my man!" shouted Oliver as Arthur walked back to the guest room. Ivan and the female clerk were standing next to them, looking in awe of what had just transpired. "I am proud to be your brother!"

"I am too," looking at Oliver's fat juggling toward him and giving him a bear hug. "Others are watching, Oliver. You don't want that kind of reputation in front of your party, do you?"

"Ah, yes, yes," nodded Oliver as he let go of him, and Arthur's arms almost shouted in relief. "I cannot lose the bearing of a great master!" he said while stroking a nonexistent long beard.

"A great master indeed," sighed Arthur as the others bobbled toward him with equal fear and curiosity. Ivan was among them, looking like he had more questions than gratitude.