The Travelling Dancer (Culture Fiction)

In old Armoria, there used to be travelling dancers, Merry Men they were called, who much like the travelling musicians in this country would wander from town to town performing for money, dressed in colourful patchwork clothes.
Only to a travelling dancer, travelling was itself part of their dance and so, rather than just walking they would skip along the road or whirl and twirl, waving the long ribbons that trailed from their sleeves and the little bells upon their clothes would jingle merrily.
Infact they say that, in the semi-mystical culture of the travelling dancers, all life was viewed as a kind of dance.
Some people, though, were not kind to the dancers, seeing them as gypsies or vagrants.
Infact one time, when a dancer was wending his way through a village square, a group of young men thought they'd cause him some trouble, surrounding him on all sides.
But to the dancer they too were dancers in a larger ballet and, treating them as such, he wove nimbly in and out of them, using his instinctive skill and agility to avoid the blows of the lumbering brutes.
And while this was happening, other locals, thinking that it was part of a performance stopped to watch and were so entertained by it that, by the end, when the men were all worn out from chasing him, the people all started to applaud and the dancer, bowing, caught their coins within his hat.