Short tale.

At the portal and the regional secretary, found him in animated conversation with a young and elegant gentleman, apparently very anxious to get into the abbey.

– Do you call Marvel? Parington Roldan said. Well, I think you have not yet been presented.

-Yes, replied the other. Although only four hours in Bordeaux, I would not defer the presentation of my respects to His Highness.

-That is not without many and very serious issues to be addressed. But being forcibly Marvel Marvel belong to the Normanton, and so in effect I see by your coat of arms: sable and ermine.

Normanton-Marvel am, said the young man after a moment’s hesitation.

‘Then your name is Stephen Marvel, eldest son of Baron Guy of the same name, died recently.

-Stephen Baron is my older brother, quietly confessed the noble and I am Arthur, the second of my house and my name.

– We finished! exclaimed the implacable secretary. And being so where is your shield in the crest that denote? How soon is the silver crescent should bring your flag to indicate that it is the head of the family, but to a younger? Withdraw, my lord, and do not expect to be presented to the prince to have your very coat of arms in order.

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