"The next time you accuse me of cowardice will be your last, de Rethel."
"The next time you accuse me of cowardice will be your last, de Rethel."
Gaetan gets up and shrugs, and turns to leave.
"Then it is your problem, de Perronne - I am but stating facts. You will be nowhere near any battle with a German soldier in it, and likely never will. For all your talk about whom the traitors are, it is House Aquitaine who would benefit most from the 5 to 1 odds Lorraine and Burgoune must face. Tell me de Perronne, how are the women and drink in Spain?"
de Perronne's face is red with anger. He is visibly having difficulty controlling himself.
"I have travelled to Spain to fight on the orders of my Lord, the Prince, who is also currently in Spain! If you are calling the heir to France a coward and a traitor, then you will pay with your life!"
Gaetan whirls, his face cold, he speech level and devoid, with far to much emotion to even express.
"Is the Prince Lious you speak of King! Is he the Roi, the will of the Royaume manifest! No! He is nothing but a butcher, just like Thierry! A thief, who takes what he wants by force! A bully, who coerces and spits on those he takes from! He is nothing like the King, and I will NEVER swear an oath of loyalty to a man such as him, and will never grovel or fear any man who dares follow him!"
"He is nothing but a coward! A man like him only has loyalty to himself! Mark my words de Perronne, one day you will find yourself on a battlefield, where your courage has not broken and your idiocy has not yet waned, and you will find your beloved Prince fleeing in the other direction as he leaves you to face your fate!"
The rage on de Perronne's face boils over. He rises quickly, flipping over the table and shattering his beer mug against the nearby wall. His hand goes to the hilt of his sword, and he bellows so loud that he can clearly be heard even outside the Tavern.
'I WILL NOT ALLOW THESE INSULTS TO STAND! I DEMAND SATISFACTION BY A DUEL TO THE DEATH!"
Gaetan bows to de Perrone, and speaks calmly, a slight grin across his face.
"As you would de Perronne - I hope you are willing to die for your beliefs, as I am."
de Perronne grips the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles become as white as his face is red. It is clearly all he can do not to attempt to slay de Rethel where he stands.
"Until the date of your execution is set, I suggest you enjoy what little time is left to you in this world. You will receive no mercy under my blade."
With that, de Perronne turns and walks out of the Tavern.
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