"Let Peter go! Let Peter go!"
A small crowd chanted from below the garrison's gate.
The wide street of the town's absolute outskirts would usually be perfectly empty, devoid of any marks of human activity. Even the fence that separated the garrison proper from the mostly abandoned ruins around the compound was there just for the show, more to mark the garrison's boundary than to prevent anyone from trespassing.
And yet, when the time of its test came to be, the fence held, keeping the small crowd from intruding past the garrison's gate and confining them just to the wide street leading to said gate.
"Let Peter go! Let Peter go!"
The crowd continued to chant. Some of its members carried huge signs with an image of fifteen years old boy and signed with the very same words that the rest of the crowd continued to chant.
"Let Peter go! We say no to the lawless kidnapping!"
