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The words that were being said, how casual they were being said. This random peasant that Lucian had taken up from the road was surely not who they were calling themselves. Yet Lucian could not guess who or what they were.
Such thoughts were affecting his mind to the point that he spoke, “I am on the quest to gain the favor of both the Lady and Morr. There is no other purpose in life.”
“Really?” Lucian could feel the subtle confusion coming from the man without even having to see him, “My Lord, you are to travel to lands beyond what many in Bretonnia dare. Even Nobles like yourself. And you do not have a sense of anything other than the quest at hand?”
“But that is not the quest.” Lucian pointed out to the peasant, “I do not have lofty aims of becoming a Grail Knight or King of Bretonnia. If I was then I would have gone after the Jabberwock.”
“But to gain the favor of the Gods would give you the power to succeed in your quest.” The Peasant struck a heavy cord with a simple line.
Lucian felt his head hurt at such a suggestion. Yes that was the truth but why was a peasant like this one thinking three steps ahead of what Lucian could think. Maybe this was because the man was from better blood than he, able to think like a Noble instead of the peasant mind that Lucian inherited by blood.
“My Lord, do you not see the forest for the trees?” The Peasant once again hammered, “Do you not see yourself after the success?”
“Stop it.” Lucian’s tongue became sharp as barbs at that. His head was already hurting by the logic and the Peasant was trying to drive a point home, “You are digging too deeply into the life of a Nobleman, peasant, when I do not even know your name. Back off.”
Those words were enough. The Peasant was scared into silence upon the threat. Yes there was no violence within those words and in truth Lucian did not think he would kill the man for such arrogance, but it was still becoming a problem. One did not let the bard pry into matters that should not be sung.
They traveled for several more hours crossing villages and towns whose names Lucian vaguely heard of before. Lucian could guess that they were arriving in the Chambourcin when he caught sight of the castle which sported a grape banner draped across the towers.
