Sunday, 5 April 2015

Matthew, The Tax Collector



I was just about to knock on the hastily cobbled together door when it opened, and a peasant woman smiled at me.

“Ah, just the man I wanted to see!”

I was thrown. Most people weren’t anywhere as happy to see the Kingsmen.

“Yes, you must be Edith, wife-“

“You can have everything! A gift to the King!”

After a moment I shrugged and turned to my guards. They began to take everything in the home.

“Your husband is on the fields?” I asked, needing something to say.

“Yes he is, plowing that red-haired whore who lives by the well.”

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