Ocgnoton quickly scurried away at the scene of two knights in battle, the thought of one scared him to death. Though it was strange to find a woman as a knight, and most people would see her a a disgrace, this kingdom was much more welcoming to knew ideas. She was his hero, and his cheering for her was louder than expected. A powerful fighter of the female kind. She was his dream girl really. 

"yeah, beat that bloody milkdrinker to a pulp, he tried to threaten ol' gretchin here show him what you're made of" said the serf encouragingly

To be truthful, the fact the man had lasted this long as an impostor was bad enough, he was the only serf that could tell something was off about the knight and now he knew more would come eventually.