The Dungeon of Campbell Castle.
Hearing a noise outside the barred door, Earl Derek opened his eyes and saw the prison guard with the cold face bringing today's dinner.
It was stew and bread, plus fried pork cutlets.
But there were no knife and fork or soup spoon, only a napkin and a bowl.
Looks like the Duke wants him to eat with his hands.
Not bothered by this childish humiliation, Derek cracked his dry lips into a grin and tossed a quip at the prison guard who had just tossed down the plate.
"They're holding a banquet out there?"
"Yes, Earl."
"Looks like they didn't manage to bag any game today, heh."
Picking up the plate, Derek grabbed the greasy fried pork cutlet with his fingers and said, seemingly unconcerned, "Give my regards to your Duke. Tell him Earl Derek wishes him good luck in bagging his first Wild Rabbit tomorrow, and not letting some commoner snatch the first kill."
