“In the name of the King, I sentence you to 1 year imprisonment, unless you pay a fine of 20 pounds.”

They deserved these punishments. It was fair and just, as always. The cost for repeated stealing of food from a bakery must be exacted from the thief. There was no doubt in his mind that it was what needed to be done.

The world was held in order by him and his kin. As long as he delivered just and fair punishments to crimes, then people were safe, the industries operated as normal, and everything was in its natural class order.

It is when judges pass unbalanced verdicts that the under classes started getting ideas, and the upper classes started to resort to lawlessness.

Words Decide

Generally, the way to deal with beggars is to just not look at them, and keep walking, navigating the twisting avenues to his modest home, through the choking fog. He tried to think of his day, taking his mind off the grubby children covered in soot, and instead on the man who “accidentally” burnt down his landlord’s home.

He scoffed. There was no such thing as accidents.

The responsibility for any event lies solely on people.

To try and blame it criminal activity on luck, fate, or heaven forbid, God, was ridiculous.

Of course, children didn’t deserve to be born into poverty, but, it wasn’t their fault for being born into poverty. It was the parents’ fault. He knew people intimately, from their innermost thoughts, to how they functioned within the society, and he knew that every parent, from the poor working classes all the way up to the aristocracy were lazy. They all did nothing to help their children through life.

Words Predict

“In the name of the King…”

Everything seemed to have lost its novelty. His job was exactly that. A job.

Some hated him for it, but if he weren’t in this position, then some other more unscrupulous person would be.

No, he was wrong. Even though he was a judge, that didn’t stop the other judges from taking more than was needed.

Taking from people who wouldn’t pay.

Taking from people who couldn’t pay.

In the end, creating more work for themselves.

He was shocked at his sudden thoughts. How dare he attack his friends, and his own work? A carpenter does not burn their tables once they feel bored of their work. Nor does a blacksmith melt all his iron to form a solid mess of metal when the constant pounding and ringing tires their ears.