“Hey!”
One of the soldiers, who’d been watching their approach,
leaned out over the battlement.
“Hey what?”
“What’s the gate closed for?”
“It’s closed, is all. Especially to you.”
“Well, open it then.”
“Can’t”
“Why not?”
“Because my orders is to keep the gate shut. So if I was to
open it and let you in, my boss would be plenty mad, see?”
Fergan nodded his understanding.
“Can I talk to him?”
“Who?”
“Your boss; the one who told you to keep the gate shut.”
“Whaddaya wanna talk to him for?”
“Well, so’s he can open the gate for me.”
The soldier on the wall sighed. Some of his companions hid
their smiles behind their hands. The sight cheered Fergan’s heart. They thought
him a farmer, and not too bright. Good. (From The Siege of Kwennjurat, by Scott Ashby) Read more here.
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