The guards stalked through the town, poking and prodding at every citizen to deliver their end of the tax. Arthur had a hard time keeping his upper lip stiff and his shoulders straight; his eyes darted from one person to another as they begged to be let off the tax.
Direct orders from the king. He had to remember that--
His eyes settled on one forlorn-looking, hungry woman, and pursed his lips.
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timeasmymeasure
Lower Town of Camelot, Sunday Noon
Date: 2010-09-12 09:42 am (UTC)Direct orders from the king. He had to remember that--
His eyes settled on one forlorn-looking, hungry woman, and pursed his lips.