"Do you fear it?" Earl Brighteyes asked, quite naturaly, admiring his fingernails, as if he didn't realize what a cruel question it was to ask.
The older Earl rounded on his heel, so thoroughly angered as to be beyond belief. The men gathered around them quite rightly feared that he would strike his rival, and they moved to intervene. "FEAR IT?!" He shouted. "YOU THINK I FEAR SOME PEASANT?"
"You are in a position of power, like I. A position that you were born into. Is it not natural that you would fear such a prophecy – that you would fear the uprising of a peasant?" Earl Brighteye said.
"I know where you're going with this, you bastard," Maddon said.
