Temple's land

For a full week, Robert walked among the small group of priests and pupils, his heavy boots treading the same dirt paths as theirs. He, a lord with lands and a castle, walked as if he were still a simple knight, just another traveler moving from village to village with nothing but the weight of his own armor and the road ahead.

His son had offered him guards—many times. After all, they had retainers now, men sworn to their family, ready to ride at his word. But Robert refused. He always refused. He could not see himself as a lord, not truly. A man like him,a man of failure —what right did he have to command others that were only gained through shameful betrayal?