" Standing in the middle of the cellar with a sickened look on his face, Alric said, “I can’t believe I’m being subjected to this.” “Consider it a vacation,” Hadrian suggested. “For at least one day you get to pretend you are nobody, a common peasant, the son of a blacksmith perhaps.” “No,” Royce said, preparing his own sleeping space but keeping his boots on. “They might expect him to know things like how to use a hammer. And look at his hands. Anyone could tell he was lying.” “Most people have jobs that require the use of their hands, Royce,” Hadrian pointed out. He spread his cloak over himself and turned on his side. “What could a common peasant do that monks wouldn’t know the first thing about and wouldn’t cause calluses?” “He could be a thief or a whore.” They both looked at the prince, who cringed at his prospects. “I’m taking the cot,” Alric said. "