This scene, witnessed by all, only made the fat man seem more inferior by comparison. The soldiers knew *this* was the Lord they were sworn to serve.
The soldiers also quieted down, the anger gone from their eyes. Their gazes fell on their Lord, any negative emotions soothed away, leaving only resolve.
However, this scene deeply wounded the fat man. To him, being ignored was even more unbearable than being insulted. That man had merely glanced at him before seeking out the peasant. Damn it, who is the true master here?
I'm looked down upon by Nobility in the city, and now I'm scorned by peasants here. Did I come all this way for nothing?
Indeed, these peasants on the frontier are barbarians!
"I am the Lord here! How dare you, a lowly peasant, impersonate a noble!"
Hearing that ugly shouting, Lance glanced over, helped the wounded soldier to his feet, and then gestured with his hand towards the fat man. "You, go and give him two slaps."
