The Count, more excited than usual, found something to wear—his face a mask of anticipation and joy yet to be fulfilled. What he had chosen, however, was hardly suited for the fields or for any of the demanding work a day among crops would require. Still, it was a simple sacrifice he could make for the moment—until he could get his hands on something more worthwhile. Likely, he would acquire far more and ensure it served him for a long time.
One day, he knew, he might find himself strung with heaps of backbreaking work, and he might never leave the fields again.
