“Hear ye! Hear ye!” The village crier shouted, ringing his hand bell with all due vigor. “Hear ye! Hear ye!”
Those who lived nearest the village square and the large well were the first out of their homes to hear the news. The crier, sporting his official uniform with a green pointy cap with a black feather in it, red tunic with a green sash and a black belt, complemented by a black belt cinched tightly at the waist, bell in one hand and a crumpled parchment in the other.
“How now!” Said the smithy. “What goes?”
“Hold on, good sir,” answered the crier, “Let’s allow more to gather before I read the proclamation from Their Majesty’s.” Upon hearing those words, the smithy removed his brown, dusty cap.