This is such a fantastic little fic! The Constable is so truly admirable, and it's brought out so nicely here just why that holds true - and also why he holds true, why he is genuinely a chevalier. That he recognises it in himself is just an added bonus for the reader.

I enjoyed this moment far too much:

I merely regret that it should come to this, that starving men should die in their own filth for the pride of two brainsick boys.

it's a line that made me sit there going 'I really shouldn't be finding this quite so funny....'

(but I did!)

Just fantastic.