I shall see his badge directly." As the great man came past them he saluted deferentially.

The priests bowed with equal deference, lifting their hands to their broad-leaved hats.
"Yes: he's very high up," said the priest quietly.

"A member of the Council of the National Guild, at least." "Do you mean that man kills oxen ?" "Not now, of course; he's worked his way up.

He probably represents the Guild in the Assembly." "Do all the trades have guilds, and are they all represented in the Assembly ?" "Why, of course! How else could you be certain that the trade was treated fairly?
If all the citizens voted as citizens, there'd simply be no fair representation at all.

Look; there's a goldsmith--he has probably been to the King; that's a journeyman with him." An open car sped past them.