“By God, who is that?” The magistrate rushed back out the door, as did I. The source of the commotion was growing even louder. “I took what was mine by right!” “I am the first—” “You are a bastard! The son of a butcher’s daughter! You have no right to Everely. You have no right to the nobility! We will not have you. The lot you were given was better than you deserved!”
