And when the peasants were told that the Lord of the Manor was their oppressor, they laughed at the young fool with his idealism and his noble intentions. When the young fool refused to accept the order of things, ridicule was replaced by violence and the very peasants he’d set out to save, skewered him with their pitch forks. The Lord of the Manor, godlike in his aloofness, stepped in at this point and in all his magnanimity, ordered the broken, shredded body of the young fool burnt at the stake to cleanse him of his sin and to make a lesson out of him so no other fool would ever get the sickness that had befell the young fool. And that night, the peasants rejoiced and there was much jubilation for they’d not only protected their faith, they’d defended their way of life and the Lord of the Manor was pleased with them!
And after a hard summer day in the fields, the peasants were in the tavern, drinking and eating what they could afford, laughing and talking, their incoherent conversations gave off a sense of contentment. When the son of the Lord of the Manor walked in surrounded by his men, probably after spending the day hunting game, all conversations came to an abrupt end as the peasants sprang to their feet with bowed heads; each one of them silently recalling the tales of the young “Lord’s” courage, how he’d single handedly slain a lion or how he’d taken on ten bandits by himself. After the young nobleman and his men were seated and their food was served, the peasants silently returned their attention to their food, forsaking their chairs and tables for the floor as was their duty. At this point, the young peasant remembered the words of the young fool and was taken over by what can only be described as a mental failing for he sat back on his chair. The young nobleman stared at the young peasant, shocked at this affront, the young peasant stared back, defiance in his eyes. And then a cry went up amongst the peasants as they dragged the young peasant off the chair, hurling abuse at him, beating him. He had just defiled their honour by disrespecting the young “Lord”. And the young nobleman sat their with a content look on his face, justice had prevailed and all was right with the world!
And the Lord of the Manor was ill at ease, the old clergyman had been at it again that day, preaching equality. No one had dreamt such nonsense in several decades, not since the times of the Lord of the Manor’s father. He could not fathom if the old clergyman wanted something or if the old man had gone senile in his old age. Of course if it were someone else, accusing them of blasphemy or theft or a myriad of other misdeeds would have solved the problem but not in this case, there would be those who would refuse to accept such accusations. Before he closed his eyes, he decided the best course was to invite the clergyman to a meal and try and find out what could be done to resolve this unfortunate conflict. At the dawn of the next day, the Lord of the Manor sent out an invitation to the old clergyman. The two men met in the Manor’s sumptuous dinner hall and food was served. After the meal, he enquired what was it that troubled the old man who quietly informed him that the fiefdom lacked a proper temple dedicated to their deity and funds were required for this holy undertaking. His eyes sparkling, the Lord of the Manor finally understood how to reach an agreement with the clergyman, to him this seemed like a blessing, a solution to another problem. He told the clergyman that his House would gladly sponsor such an undertaking provided the clergyman chose the land the Lord of the Manor indicated. And the clergyman readily accepted this proposal.
And having being mostly shunned by his peers for insulting the young Lord during his heady youth, the day had finally arrived when the old peasant and his sons would start constructing a house on land he had acquired, the first in the fiefdom to accomplish such a feat, the center of every conversation, the subject of much envy. As he approached the piece of land he could call his own, there was a group of people already there under the pious leadership of the old clergyman, he imagined that they had gathered there to witness the start of a new era. He was greeted by the old clergyman who informed him of his good fortune for the Lord had shown the clergyman a vision where the land the old peasant owned would be the site of a magnificent temple. As the intent of the clergyman and the group of his followers dawned upon the old peasant, he pleaded with the clergyman to not take this land, his entire life’s work from him and the clergyman roared a single word, a word the old peasant had learned to fear in his youth, blasphemy. Then before he could speak in his defense, the gathered peasants were skewering him with their pitchforks and he was reminded of the young fool. And that night as the broken, tattered body of the old fool burnt at the stake, the peasants rejoiced and there was much jubilation for they’d not only protected their way of life, they’d defended their faith and their deity was pleased with them!