In the later part of the 14th century, in about 1360 or so, there
lived a landowner called Waywick, in England in the area currently known
as Cheddar who came into possession a singular sort of servant.
Of course, servants of this time were of a different sort of importance than servants as we know them today, but this servant was especially peculiar, mainly for the reason that Waywick did not have any servants aside for the one that mysteriously appeared in his workshop one afternoon, long after tea.
Waywick’s eldest daughter was the first to notice the presence of the new man, and first having thought him a customer (though, in all honesty, a queer sort of customer he would make, and an even queerer servant as she would soon discover), and informed him that Waywick had departed ahead of his family for Mass.
Cold Tom, as he would ask to be called, looked up from where he was sitting at Waywick’s workbench and told the girl that he was Waywick’s servant, and would be living with them for whatever period as Waywick say fit.
Of course, servants of this time were of a different sort of importance than servants as we know them today, but this servant was especially peculiar, mainly for the reason that Waywick did not have any servants aside for the one that mysteriously appeared in his workshop one afternoon, long after tea.
Waywick’s eldest daughter was the first to notice the presence of the new man, and first having thought him a customer (though, in all honesty, a queer sort of customer he would make, and an even queerer servant as she would soon discover), and informed him that Waywick had departed ahead of his family for Mass.
Cold Tom, as he would ask to be called, looked up from where he was sitting at Waywick’s workbench and told the girl that he was Waywick’s servant, and would be living with them for whatever period as Waywick say fit.
And thus Cold Tom came to live with the Waywicks. Cold Tom
ended up being a curious breed of servant, something of a combination of
butler, footman, coachman, and general man-of-business. Mr. Waywick consulted
Tom for a great many things, much more, his family thought, than he should have
ought to. But then, Tom always had a curious sort of pull around him, not least
of because of his rather strange appearance. Tom was rather tall, and
excessively thin, and his too-large head was swamped with a great mass of downy
blond hair. His face was half over with a strawberry mark he claimed he’d had
since birth, and contrasted wildly with his eyes, which twinkled a blue-green,
and stood out in the night, like pinpricks of St. Elmo’s fire.