As i made my way around Bree today, doing my usually rounds, i saw a young boy and his father at the market, around the Boar Fountain. I stopped, and watched them walk around, inspecting the various goods. At one point, the boy spied me, and hid behind the father, peeking from behind his legs. After i finished my patrol, i decided to take a walk, to my father's old house. About two hours later, i found myself sitting on my old bed, in my old room, crying over an old, tattered book. My father's journal. I finally dried my eyes, and opened the book, at a random spot. This was what i read;
I saw them again. Those damned Watch-folk, Deadweed and Burr. I had taken Mandic to the market today, to pick out new grains for the farm, and i saw them there, bullying some young lad. I watched them for about twenty minutes, and eventually i saw them part ways with the lad, slipping some gold into their pockets. I was boiling with anger. This poor boy, who couldn't have been more then two or three years older then my own son, and yet they seemed to have taken all the boy's money. Meanwhile, the boy had slumped down by a wall, and started to beg, with his hands cupped in front of him.
I smiled faintly, remembering that day. He had proceeded to give that boy all the money we were going to use to buy grain. I remember it was hard for the next month, we had to work much faster, to get the same amount of food on the table. But i reminded myself each night that the begger-boy had some food for a few days, at least. I turned to the last page of his journal, reading his final entry.
I've had it up to here with those damned rats, Deadweed and Burr! After today's work, i'm going to give Mandic dinner, and get him to bed, and then i'm going to go see the Captain at the Jail, and tell him of the deeds of Deadweed and Burr. Hopefully he won't tell them about me, i don't know what they might do to me, or Mandic. I can hardly think what it would take for a man to harm an eleven year old boy, but then again i wouldn't call those two men. I just want to get them off the streets. They throw innocent people in cells, when it should be them sitting in there with the rats, rotting away forever.
I sighed, after reading that. I remember him being angry at the Watch for the two years in between his death, and mother's. I wondered as a child if the Watch had killed my mother, too. I remember feeling angry at the Watch. I remember finding my father, lying down on the stone floor with a pool of blood around him. I remember Deadweed and Burr getting off scot-free. I remember killing Deadweed when i was seventeen. I remember. I remember. I remember.
