Wrong Tent

Look. In Kell's defense, all the tents looked the same, and the squire who shoved him forward had a very convincing grip, and the sword they handed him was already drawn. By the time he realized he was kneeling in the king's tent instead of the laundry tent, the blade had touched both his shoulders and a man with a very large hat was calling him Sir. You do not correct a man with a hat that large. Kell had learned that early. So he said thank you, and he stood up, and he walked out of the tent a knight, which was a problem, because Kell was a turnip farmer and the only thing he had ever sworn an oath to was his mother's recipe for soup. Outside, a herald was already shouting his name. A crowd had gathered. Someone had drawn a picture of a demon on a board and there were a great many arrows on the picture pointing at Kell. He considered running. He was good at running. It was, honestly, his best skill.