Perplexia
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The rains in England made life hard for those that made their livings off of the land. To make it worse the early winters ravaged the lands causing frost to take a good portion of the crops which left farmers short to pay their landlords the taxes that would be due in the spring.
Debtors prison was always a constant threat for those that couldn't pay what was due. In Marybeth Millers case it would leave the next harvest untouched for her brothers were still too young and her father wouldn't be there to work the fields. This would leave both the Landlord and their family without a resolution.
Before the dreaded tax day arrived her father sat her down at their old wooden dining table and brought the truth to light. He had come up with a solution that would keep him and their family in home, and with luck be able to provide enough food and harvest for the next year.
"Daughter" he said to her as she sat quietly. "If the Lord agrees to my exchange you will go and work in his home as a maid for a year to pay off the taxes we cannot afford to pay thanks to the early frost."
Marybeth listened brushing one of her amber locks from her face as her emerald eyes looked up at him. She was of average height and considered quite beautiful. Her station in life was simple. She was a woman and did what she was told and expected nothing. If she was lucky when the time came she would become a wife to what would more than likely be a farmer. This was the fate she was dealt. Books opened her mind to a world she would never see, and she loved to disappear into them whenever she could.
As the good daughter she was there wasn't much she could say other than "yes father." She was the only hope her family had to get out of this predicament. The idea of working was nothing new to her. She cleaned and scrubbed daily and even cooked on occasion. Life at a manor would be no different in that term anyway.
As the day arrived her father went out to the Lords barouche. She couldn't hear what was said and couldn't see the Lord for that matter either. In all her days she never had.
Soon her father came back inside and advised her that the Lord had excepted that she would work in his home. The next day she was to arrive at the servants entrance and speak with the head housekeeper.
Marybeth packed up her few belongings which simply consisted of clothes and books and headed on foot the next day to the great manor. Standing at the servants entrance she spoke with the head housekeeper and was shown to her room and given her uniform. A brief tour, a scrap to eat, and she was set to work dusting the library. Never in her life had she seen so many books.
Debtors prison was always a constant threat for those that couldn't pay what was due. In Marybeth Millers case it would leave the next harvest untouched for her brothers were still too young and her father wouldn't be there to work the fields. This would leave both the Landlord and their family without a resolution.
Before the dreaded tax day arrived her father sat her down at their old wooden dining table and brought the truth to light. He had come up with a solution that would keep him and their family in home, and with luck be able to provide enough food and harvest for the next year.
"Daughter" he said to her as she sat quietly. "If the Lord agrees to my exchange you will go and work in his home as a maid for a year to pay off the taxes we cannot afford to pay thanks to the early frost."
Marybeth listened brushing one of her amber locks from her face as her emerald eyes looked up at him. She was of average height and considered quite beautiful. Her station in life was simple. She was a woman and did what she was told and expected nothing. If she was lucky when the time came she would become a wife to what would more than likely be a farmer. This was the fate she was dealt. Books opened her mind to a world she would never see, and she loved to disappear into them whenever she could.
As the good daughter she was there wasn't much she could say other than "yes father." She was the only hope her family had to get out of this predicament. The idea of working was nothing new to her. She cleaned and scrubbed daily and even cooked on occasion. Life at a manor would be no different in that term anyway.
As the day arrived her father went out to the Lords barouche. She couldn't hear what was said and couldn't see the Lord for that matter either. In all her days she never had.
Soon her father came back inside and advised her that the Lord had excepted that she would work in his home. The next day she was to arrive at the servants entrance and speak with the head housekeeper.
Marybeth packed up her few belongings which simply consisted of clothes and books and headed on foot the next day to the great manor. Standing at the servants entrance she spoke with the head housekeeper and was shown to her room and given her uniform. A brief tour, a scrap to eat, and she was set to work dusting the library. Never in her life had she seen so many books.