...only to be distracted by the sounds of a struggle. He tore his eyes away from her, and paced further down-- a man, being held down by two guards.
"What's going on here?" he demanded. The man was elderly, he could see that - there was no way he could withstand such force.
"He refused to pay the tax, sire!"
"You've asked for too much," the man choked out, pulling futilly at the arms gripping him. "I've given all I can!" Arthur's jaw set tighter as he struggled with himself. He glanced up, and met the eyes of the gathered townspeople.
Something broke.
"Let me see that," he said, and reached for the tiny bag of collected tax.
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Re: Lower Town of Camelot, Sunday Noon
Date: 2010-09-12 04:29 pm (UTC)"What's going on here?" he demanded. The man was elderly, he could see that - there was no way he could withstand such force.
"He refused to pay the tax, sire!"
"You've asked for too much," the man choked out, pulling futilly at the arms gripping him. "I've given all I can!" Arthur's jaw set tighter as he struggled with himself. He glanced up, and met the eyes of the gathered townspeople.
Something broke.
"Let me see that," he said, and reached for the tiny bag of collected tax.