Day Nine (2)

My brother went out for bread. On his return he was excited.

A man was arguing with a Guardian in the street. I’ve got a permit from the King, the man said. You can’t stop me from moving round of my own free will.

There is no curfew but you have to have a reason to leave your neighbourhood. My brother thought it was going to get serious. The Guardian drew his sword, but the man stood his ground. – He was one of those bloody-minded fellows from the old quarter. My brother says they are a law unto themselves!

In the end, the officer in charge came over and told the soldier to sheathe his sword. They let the man go.