"How is it that a peasant carries a blade?" the nobleman asked. "Does not the peasant know his place? Does he bare a blade against such as Diego Del Monterra because he needs to be reminded of his place?" Diaz stepped forward, saber balanced casually in his hand. "I am Diaz El Gato Montes. And yes, I am a peasant. This is my village, and I tell you to leave here and come no more to molest it. But, because you are a noble and therefore stupid, you will of course laugh at my threat. I will then be forced to kill you. Does this suit you?" Diego and his escort slipped from their horses -- four swordsman trained at the court of Castilla. "You have forfeited your life, peasant," muttered Diego, his jaw clenched in fury. Diaz smiled and raised his sword. "So, you are stupid. And the women of this village say you are clumsy. Perhaps you are a coward, as well?" Diego roared and rushed upon Diaz? |
