Serfdom, bound by law for over four centuries. 404 years. If you did not have three cows worth you could not legally be anything other than a slave. You bore an obligation to your master of the house, he bore no obligation towards you. Disparaged and excommunicated, deducted to begging, pregnant. Beggar on the brink of childbirth asking for help, dismissed. Denied asylum. Cold and bedraggled struggling from the weight of labour. Search for shelter under a rock, wrap your child in all of your clothes. Perhaps something remains. Scintillating twinkling fragile existence prepared for the next round in the statutory enslavement.
 

 

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