The knight paused his charger. “Ho, child, what name ye this village?”
The young girl so addressed kept walking, a bucket in each hand.
“YOU THERE! I SAID…”
The door of the smithy that stood on the outskirts of the settlement opened. “Good morrow, Sir Knight”
“And to you, Smith. I was about to instruct this rude youngster…”
The smith regarded the cooling red-tipped spike in her hand, and called out to the girl “Mim, what do we teach you about courtesy to knights?”
“We don’t fuckin talk to cops, Smith”
“No instruction necessary, as you can see”