Fighting c***s by Stevie Woods
Wiltshire 1595
“Peter, why must you disobey me?”
“Mother, please.” Peter closed his eyes. Not another lecture please. His hand dropped from the door handle and he turned to face his mother.
“Why must you spend so much time with the tavern-keeper’s son?” His mother went on as if he had never spoken. “He is not worthy of you, he brings you into disrepute.”
“He’s a good friend. The only real friend I have, and you know he’s not just a simple tavern-keeper’s son. It is not easy being in charge, you know. Father was always telling me I wasn’t ready and then he just goes and dies with no warning.”
“Peter Anston!”
Peter sighed. “Jesu! I did not mean to sound harsh. But you know what he was like. He kept everything close to his chest.”
“All the more reason fo
