- Joined
- Aug 21, 2011
Lord Andrew Pettit owned all the land or 20 miles in every direction from his castle that sat on the high hill. The castle gleamed in the son and sitting where it was its white walls shown like the sun over all his lands. Had it been another man in the castle, it might have been a better life for the inhabitants of the surrounding fields. Instead, Andrew was a tyrant and thought only of himself. He found it easier to be feared than respected. He treated his serfs with contempt.
His chancellor came to him one day with the case of John Jameson. It seemed he hadn't paid his tribute in three months. It was an insult that Andrew couldn't let stand. The normal procedure would be to burn him out, destroy his farm, but this man had had the audacity to as for a settlement and made an unusual offer.
His chancellor stood there with a young woman kneeling at his feet. a very beautiful woman. "Lord Andrew, Jameson has offered this woman, his only daughter in payment for his debt." Andrew approached the woman who knelt on the dirty floor. He lifted her chin. "Is this your will woman?" he asked.
His chancellor came to him one day with the case of John Jameson. It seemed he hadn't paid his tribute in three months. It was an insult that Andrew couldn't let stand. The normal procedure would be to burn him out, destroy his farm, but this man had had the audacity to as for a settlement and made an unusual offer.
His chancellor stood there with a young woman kneeling at his feet. a very beautiful woman. "Lord Andrew, Jameson has offered this woman, his only daughter in payment for his debt." Andrew approached the woman who knelt on the dirty floor. He lifted her chin. "Is this your will woman?" he asked.