The work as they determined near enough, was informed as “strictly voluntary”. But any able man o’er woman who declined the voluntary work w’re added to a rolls the guards kept on their person for the rest o’ the week. Those persons if were determined to have caused breaks in the peace or disturbing those most restful would have been subject of the magistrate’s harshest penalty.
So I ask of you, fair countryfolk. Is the work then voluntary? Is this true? It cannot be.
shadow on the other side,
chattering with dead men in dead books,
shattering with red men in red nooks,
no more anger than he’s
supposed to do, but
angry enough, check-check-check,
not angry enough to not to, & who
are we to judge at the edges, & where,
who throw money at death
In The Winter King’s name.
Sedriks looked up as his quill finished writing out the end.
“Are ye sure that was the writing ye read? That seems...awful suspicious.”
Gyles scowled. “It’s bad enough that you made me read that sinful, confusin’ speak. And now you say I misremembered? I’ve a mind like the firmest oak barrel!” The slow eye roll was enough for the Doomsayer then, who clomped off down the stairs, taking his tankard with him.
“Well...mayhap we’ll think about how best to annotate that...particular passage.” mused Sedriks, before wetting the quill again.
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