01x10 - The Young Lady of Paige Workshop

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Also, this is probably the only time

I'll get to compete against Anne at the exhibition.

This year will be Anne's final chance.

It is a great honour for me.

It's her final chance. That's right. If she

can't become a silver sugar master this time,

then she can never become one.

Duck

Everybody over here. How's that one coming? Time to trade positions.

All right. And look.

This place is crawling with sugar artisans.

But wait. We need to lower the heat now. Understood.

I don't see any female workers. That's

because women are transgressors against God and

sugar confections are a sacred food,

so it's frowned upon for women to create them. Pardon me?

Back when God made the first man and woman,

he intended for humankind to rule over the world.

But a woman fell in love with the king

of the fairies and vowed her allegiance to him instead.

Ancestor King Cedric cleansed us of this woman's

selfish crime and set us free from the fairies control,

building a world that better aligned with God's wishes.

I see somebody skipped out on the church's rest day school.

I'm sorry. Well, it's just an old story anyway.

Regardless, throughout history, it's been cited as the reason

why most artisans have been men.

Personally, I think it has more to do with the physical

strain that comes with the job.

Hurry.

It took you a while. Hingley.

Jonas. If only your students had communicated the news better. Mr. Radcliff.

All these years. And somehow you haven't learned to watch your mouth.

Radcliffe As in Marcus Radcliffe, the headmaster of this school.

You were the one who didn't inform

the Silver Sugar Viscount that you had relocated.

Oh, save it. Just give me some work.

I'm here for silver sugar like the rest.

Actually, you will be overseeing the refinement

process as a whole with the help of young Elliott Collins.

Elliott, too. I figured he was busy

since he's serving as the head of the page workshop.

He left in a rush, but he's still late. Of course, that..

Louse is late. I'll get started without him, then.

And you must be an Hallford. Yes.

This workshop is in my charge. I'm

Marcus Radcliffe, and that's my nephew.

I hear you've taken good care of him.

I've also heard that you plan to take

part in the Sugar Confectionery exhibition.

But if your work doesn't measure up,

you won't receive any sugar apples.

I understand. And I assure you I'll succeed.

We process silver sugar in bulk here.

The mortars, ladles and paddles are quite heavy.

Can you work with them as well as a man would? Yes, I can.

Willpower alone won't be enough. Be sure

that you're not a nuisance to these men.

Best of luck. Thank you, sir.

You'd better keep your wits about you, Jonas.

Both she and Keith are worthy opponents.

I understand, Uncle. If you allow this girl

to outdo you again at this year's exhibition,

Keith will be the only suitable candidate

as our next headmaster. Right. Don't disappoint me.

Sounds like you have your own troubles. No one asked you.

All right, then. I'll go get to work.

Sure. Do whatever you want. Since my uncle

obviously doesn't mind it, I will. And hold on.

Head. I'm joining the workers. Just tell me what to do.

Ah, that's quite a good look for you.

It's easier to move around in this.

We could use more people on the bigger cauldron. Start there. Right.

I'll go lend a hand too. You work in the background.

The wagons are leaving soon. Bored one of them.

So you can help harvest the sugar apples.

What with him. We've got work to do. Let's go. After all.

If you don't work, you don't eat.

You sure got an impressive work ethic.

See through. The name's me. Through Pod.

Hey, don't fall asleep on me. Change out. I'm ready.

It's really hot. Stop. That's

too heavy for a woman to move. I'll be fine.

Hey, this is a man's job. You're in the way.

Oh, that's no place for a girl. Silly. Let me help you.

Wouldn't want you falling and scratching up your pretty face.

Pardon? No need to thank me. I'm happy to help women. So.

Would you care to have tea with me sometime?

It's about time you showed up, Elliot.

I see your eyesight still as sharp as ever.

Silver Sugar Master Elliot Collins. He's standing

in for the master of the Page workshop.

You there? You're not a sugar artisan. What? Yes, I am.

Elliot, Why? Why'd you bring a non

artisan in here? Get to work already.

But first, apologize for being late.

That is so rude of you. I'll have you know this is the young

lady of the page workshop. What? She is.

Yes. My name is Bridget Page, the daughter

of Glen Page. And what brings you here?

She wanted to visit with me, Of

course. Oh, and she's my fiancée.

Elliot. I came here to help in the kitchen.

I do hope I am not the only woman who's here to cook.

That's just the official reason she wishes

to cheer me on while I amaze all of you with my talent.

You haven't done anything yet. And why

are you standing around? Oh, right.

Gentlemen.

What are those faces for? We let

anyone work who's willing to work. Oh.

And.

I don't know. Don't you think you could

at least give her a job that's more ladylike?

And what would that be? She could serve tea,

do some cleaning, Or maybe just chat with me.

Chatting with you isn't a real job.

Besides, that girl is a genuine artisan.

I'm not so sure that I can believe that she's a woman.

That's an outdated way of thinking. It's clearly impossible.

But she still refuses to give up

such absurdness. I'm going into town.

Great. I'll come with you. You can't.

You and I have a meeting right now. What we do.

Kat's giving me this chance. If I can't

do it, I won't get sugar apples.

I'll help her find the silver sugar so I can make my peace.

Uh.

Here. Thank you. And here's yours. I appreciate it.

I'm here. Can I have extra?

I'm sorry. The portions are set. That's

all I can give. Next worker, please.

I would like some.

How can you trust that way? You are a girl after all.

May I have some food, please? It's one plate per person.

It's for my friends. I had, like, enough for them, too.

It's all right. Give her what she asked for, Keith.

I'll have a serving. All right. Sure.

Something wrong? Oh, no.

Here you are. Thank you.

Let's retire then. Right. Thank you, Keith. You're quite welcome. And shall.

Yeah. Yes. Oh, it's you. I only

came to see you because my uncle made me.

He says the sugar apples from today's harvest are in the storehouse.

So if you want them for this

year's piece, he's giving me some.

Anyway, that's all I had to tell you. So I'll be right back.

That's right.

If she can't become a silver sugar master this time.

Then she can never become one.

Huh? Now I can make silver sugar.

I'm so happy.

Oh, Shell. Aren't I heavy?

Yes, of course. You're a scarecrow.

That doesn't make sense. And it's mean.

You want me with you?

I suppose it's me who desires that.

Poor thing.

I can't believe that girl

forces you to work this late, huh? Wait.

You should know, if you're not happy with the situation you're in,

then I would be happy to purchase you.

I would never make you work the way that she does.

You wouldn't have to do anything. I know you would love it.

I would give you a nice room

and plenty of sugar confections, too.

You would have a great life with me.

So I would become a pet.

I refuse your offer. Human.

Hey, you're still skimming off the scum. If you leave..

Too much, the sugar tastes bad.

That's enough already. Now go get started on the next batch.

It'll be mixed with the stuff from the other

cauldron anyway, so there's no point.

But if you keep lowering the quality. Bit by bit,

then the final mix is going to taste terrible.

Oh, pipe down. All the silver sugar

for this year is going to be mass produced anyway.

No one cares whether it's good quality.

Really, nobody cares. If that's the case,

our next year's piece is going to

be made from inferior sugar, too.

It's everyone who buys a confection going to get such poor quality.

But what if it's something incredibly significant

that they can only buy once in their entire lives?

This isn't worth getting into a fight over.

Even if being quiet would fix the problem, I'd be quiet.

I won't stand for this. Creating sugar

confections with this kind of attitude is

wrong. What did you just say?

And I think it's time for your break, huh?

Calm down.

Mr. Hingley and Mr. Collins make all of those decisions.

Trust me, they know it's not good to operate this way.

They will give us orders soon, huh?

You're right. Cat's in charge. Everything will be fine.

I'm sorry. I feel like a fool.

You just ran out of patience. But don't worry.

You're doing a good job. That's why

Mr. Radcliff gave you those sugar apples.

How's that going, by the way? Did you finish your allotment yet?

Yes, just last night. I processed four barrels worth.

That means it's time to start working on your piece.

I wonder which one of us can make the superior entry.

You're amazing, Keith. I haven't even had

a chance to think about what I'm going to make yet.

You have an idea in mind? Yes. Well.

I do, But may I ask why

you requested to use Shall as your model?

No, that's simple. The royal family tends

to respond well to sugar confections that feature a fairy motif.

In the kingdom's head temple, the Church of Saint..

Louis and Bell. There's a book about their

history with sugar confections. Do you like it? Lovely.

Yes. Somehow you've captured Shell's essence perfectly.

His hair, his eyes and eyelashes. Once

you had all those details, it'll be exquisite.

This piece is nothing short of breathtaking.

Oh. It makes me happy to hear you say that.

If I had made this, could I have done that while?

Now that I've seen what he can do,

is there anything I could make that would.

Are. Is that shell?

And there's Miss Bridget.

I am sorry to call you out here so unexpectedly.

I'm confused. Do you really not belong to that?

An girl? I made a grave mistake.

It's fine. Forget it. Wait. Listen.

The truth is.

My fiance was chosen for me by my family.

I didn't love him, but didn't even understand love yet.

So didn't mind in the beginning.

The other day when I saw you,

my heart was racing so fast I couldn't bear it.

I think I love you. I know that I do.

What's the trouble, then? Oh, it's nothing at all.

We should go now. It's pretty late.

We should be getting back to work. Stop that.

But if you truly don't belong to her,

then you have the freedom to do as you please. Right?

And so what if I do? You think I would kiss you if I were

a human and not a fairy? Would that change your tactic? What?

Why were Shayla, Miss Bridget acting so close?

Would you have done the same if you were trying

to seduce Keith Powell or Alf Hingley instead?

I don't suppose so. I would be too ashamed.

But since I'm a fairy, it doesn't embarrass you.

Is that it? Huh? It's no different

than buying a companion fairy at the market.

It isn't.. Like that. If it is love you want, then

you'll have to steal my wing and command it of me.

There's something wrong, man. Oh, no. I'm all right.

Huh? Let's go. Run with me. Wait.

Oh, goodness. What was that about?

It's time to start work. And running is a quick

way to put your problems behind you.

But I'll always be here to listen if you want to talk.

For now, focus on making something amazing

and competing against me. All right? Sure. Mm.