Unimpressive?
"Why so unimpressive, your grace? With so many of the nobles in this place dressed out to the nines, and so many splendid uniforms, with so many
medals and awards?"
"is that what you see?" the old Duke asked, holding his beer-glass with its warm, brown cargo. "Let me guess, you're asking me why I'm not decked out in a dress uniform, with many medals, right? especially with the accomplishments you know I've done."
"Yes! Exactly!! Medals and Awards and splendid uniforms get respect!"
"Do they?" the Old Duke chuckled. "You're wondering why I'm not dressing up in a uniform, with lots of medals on it and ostentatious display of rank, Milady, who do you think gives those medals out?"
She hesitated, "Well..the Captain-General..."
"No." he shook his head, "Think more carefully. Who has the power and respect, the man who is
Given the medals, or the man who decides which man
is given those medals? Hmm? which one has the power?"
"but the glory! isn't Glory important?"
"Only to servants, madame." he said. "I decide who gets those medals, and they let me make that decision-if they didn't, someone else would be making that decision instead of me. The reason I'm not wearing 'good boy badges' is because I'm the man who hands those badges out-I don't need nor desire to wear such things, it's not my job, we're not
Lyrans or
Capellans here, I don't need to dress up in a costume to get those that do, to follow me, and because I do my own job well, those men value those medals and that 'glory' enough that they obey, so that I can give them
more."
"oh."
"Yes, now, about my daughter and your son..."