"Deacon… since that great lord is so powerful, and a kind man, then… then why didn't we beg him for help? Ask him to put in a word with the Baron? Or… or to see that justice is done? A word from someone like him would surely carry weight!"
Her words were like a small stone tossed into a calm pond, sending out ripples.
A few of the peasants exchanged glances. Some felt Marian was being fanciful, while others couldn't help the flicker of the same desperate hope in their own eyes.
"Marian, you've lost your mind!" Old Peter piped up. He was the oldest and most cautious person in the village. "For a great man like that, just having him pass by and glance our way is a stroke of luck. You actually wanted to approach him? Besides, on what grounds would he help us?"
"That's right," another peasant chimed in, his tone blunt and practical. "We're just common folk. You think we can just talk to a Legendary Knight? Best not to anger him and bring disaster down on the Deacon instead!"
