After dismounting, Little Hernan, who had just tied up his horse, hurried over to Farnan with his cap in hand: "Did I miss anything?"
"No." Farnan bowed deeply, still watching the arena: "Thank you for your assistance, Lord Little Hernan."
"Aren't you tired of being so polite all the time?" Little Hernan affectionately hooked his arm around Farnan's shoulder: "But that's all the help I could give him. The final blow that will kill the buffalo must still be delivered by his own hands. Still… if Earl Harlan messes up, come work for me! What do you say?"
Farnan cleverly stepped back half a step, keeping a distance of an arm's length from Little Hernan.
