Jackson knew this all too well and his new system of thievery greatly increased his income. Bragging and bullshit were second nature to him, and the half-tipsy and gullible guests laughed heartily at his tales of hard work and keeping 'those scruffy peasants in line'. 'Well quite simply, without us,' he mocked as a pretty serving wench walked past, 'these imbeciles would still be living in caves, and dressed in rags.' 'And are they grateful? Tish and piffle, some of them can barely speak the Queen's English.' He tittered and looked around at the pleasing glances from the guests, and caught sight of himself in the big gold leaf mirror on the wall. The serving girl walked away, fully aware of the poison in his statements and, reaching the kitchen area, slammed the silver tray onto the wooden bench. 'That bloke, horsepoo face, whatever his name is. He either needs a good kicking or taking down a peg or two.' She was really angry. 'Calm down Libby, he's not worth the hassle. Clowns like him seem to think they own the town and prance about in their silly garments. Us simple folk know better anyway,' reassured Katy. next »