First he called in fumigators to do something about the smell, perhaps an animal had been trapped inside while the house was closed and had died there? The smell did not really bother him, but long ago he had ceased trying to entertaine here. He hardly ever saw the old servant, who lived in a small room just off the kitchen. She always seemed to be in the distance working from dawn till dusk. She appeared ancient and withered, yet her movements were quick and spry. They never spoke to one another, yet she anticipated his every wish. There was always a dish of rice pudding waiting for him in the ice box. Something delicious and savory always seemed to be simmering on the charcoal stove in the kithen. The garden was always well tended, full of fresh flowers and vegtables. He tried to lighten her burden. He hired exta help, but no one ever stayed more than a day or two, even though people were desperate for work and he paid well. They said that they could not stand the noxious odor. The smell seemed to belong to the elderly servant. He was aware of it, but it never bothered him. She baked her own breads and pastry and everything she prepared tasted divine. He was only really aware of the aroma of the delicious foods that she prepared just for him. When he ate elsewhere nothing tasted as good. He prefered to take his meals at home. He would find lamb stews simmering in a pot and fresh baked bread in the oven.

First, he would often go out in the evening and enjoyed having a few drinks with friends, but he aways dinned alone at home. Many of the rooms housed his collections and there were now so many he knew that although he did not want to, he would have to sell everything to make space for more items. Very few people ever asked to visit him anymore. Like his uncle he kept a room at the hotel and there he met visitors and entertained friends.

The first things he attempted to create were the schwabtis. These are protective servants of the tomb. He now had hundreds of them. He did not want to sell them, but they demanded appreciation and comanded a high price. It would be wonderful if he could show them at his home, which was his studio, but he could not let the old woman go. Fuffi had made herself indispensible to him.