>SELECTED: You ignore the man, tilting your head up with righteous pride as your step over his filth. He is lost, and you are saved. Better than saved, you are a soldier in the Kingdom of Heaven. This taunting is beneath your attention. [Haughty]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOYqtmhoD6I&ab_channel=MediaevalBaebes-Topic – Sermon on the MountThe scorn of men like he is of less moment than the dirt upon the soles of your feet, and you treat his actions with the appropriate disdain. You walk not as a cowed slave might, dressed in rags and beaten into submissions, but with all the confidence and nobility of a prince attired in the finest garments and privileged right of way. A man born free, thanks to the efforts of the Brothers and those that aided them. Frustrated at the lack of indignant reaction from yourself, the unseemly local offers a muttered curse as the procession of the faithful passes him by.
It may be the first insult offered on the Long Walk as your party approaches the City gates, but it is far from the last. Curses, rude gestures and discarded rubbish greet you at each street corner. Armoured in the righteousness of your actions and the pleasure of this dedication to the faith in suffering, all of these petty wrongs wash over you like water off a duck’s back. Anything less would be beneath you.
The procession passes through the southernmost gate without event, the guards standing aside with little ceremony, and the path ahead clears up considerably as you reach the city’s outskirts. Past the hovels and the farms and the stretches of arid land, wincing as the road grows rougher and sharp stones cut into your bare skin. You have been walking for hours, the sun now fully in the sky, and you are little over halfway to your destination.
[1/3]
