Rain fell in Peter’s eyes as he looked to the top of the gate tower. “I’m just ‘ere to peddle me goods.”
A guard leaned over the ramparts. “You ‘ave? Why tha puts me in a right spot, don’ it?” The guard laughed. “Bug off, peasant.”
“Your orders come from the lord of this castle? Because the lord God almighty encourages kindness to the poor.”
“You don’t know, do you? The plague is inside these walls, and mi’lord is dead.” Thunder rattled the gates. “I let you in, but gutter dwellers won’t get back out alive.”
Peter swallowed. “I’ll leave.”
This was written for sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #80, Castle.