"Wolf, this is an infamous outrage!"
"I'll teach you not to speak to me in that manner again, sir!" the regent slowly said, as he tapped his bell.
The guards sprang to his side.
"Show this gentleman to the barnyard—he is a good farmer. Put him at work with old Methodist John cleaning out the stables for the new cantaloup crop. He is very fond of cantaloups. If he makes any trouble tell the sergeant of your guard to give him thirty-nine lashes without consulting me."
Norman stepped closer, and, trembling from head to foot, said to Wolf:
"If ever one of your men lays the weight of his hand on me——"
"And yet we both agreed that under our system discipline must be enforced—the discipline of an army?" the regent interrupted.
Norman held his gaze fixed without moving a muscle, and slowly continued:
"If you ever try it, you'd better finish your job."
"I'll remember your advice," Wolf answered with a sneer. "Show him to his work."