The young man was running the tiller through his field when the nobleman rode up on a fine horse, a couple more noblemen arriving a second later.
"Peasant!"
The young man looked up and saw it was the Duke's son.
"Yes, Sirs?"
"Have you ever considered the beauty inherent in natural order?"
The young man stared, before finally answering.
"Not really, Sir. I just have time to tend to my crops and the wife."
The noblemen rode off, arguing, while the peasant made a mental note to ask the Duke Son's Wife about this next time they were in bed.
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