August is the assassin’s month and as soon as the month arrived I began planning my next task

A year had passed since my last assassination and I knew that the authorities were expecting me

The large houses on the main street provided me with ample cover as I prepared my rifle

I am just a simple labourer ploughing these fields

You will eat because of my efforts today

My home is in these fields

I live nowhere else

Leave me to plough these fertile fields and you will not starve

The soldiers with the decorated skin then left me to complete my day