Sir Osis
There was no way Sir Osis had the skills to be a sailor. He had not even been on an ocean-going ship before. Farming, now that was something he could figure out. How many times had he seen the planting and harvest? Sure, he had never been highly involved in the process, but observation counted for something.
He soon found a fief in need of extra hands, and although there was definitely more of a learning curve than he had expected, and his lack of knowledge frequently confounded his employer, it was only a few months before he felt as if he had farmed all his life. This new life lacked in many of the comforts he had once enjoyed, but the work itself was not unenjoyable. Now just Osis, he even began to befriend some of the other peasants.
The main harvest season had just begun and Osis had spent the entire morning steaming in the heat. When noon came, he in the shade next to the road and watched a pair of squirrels dance in the boughs above him. Gradually, the rattle of a cart grew louder until it stopped and a voice called out. “Is the lord of this land at home?”
“Huh, yes, I believe so.” Osis sat up and squinted at the bright light before seeing Andrew, who had so often stopped to sell his merchandise at the castle Osis had once lived in. He raised his straw hat briefly before placing it on his head, lower this time.
Andrew paid little attention to Osis beyond the answer he was given eased back into his seat. “I’ll be selling goods from across the world for a few days, maybe a week. Be sure to stop buy and buy something for the goodwife.” Then he was off again, heading toward the castle. Osis sat a moment watching the cart drive away before standing up.
He had work to do.
He soon found a fief in need of extra hands, and although there was definitely more of a learning curve than he had expected, and his lack of knowledge frequently confounded his employer, it was only a few months before he felt as if he had farmed all his life. This new life lacked in many of the comforts he had once enjoyed, but the work itself was not unenjoyable. Now just Osis, he even began to befriend some of the other peasants.
The main harvest season had just begun and Osis had spent the entire morning steaming in the heat. When noon came, he in the shade next to the road and watched a pair of squirrels dance in the boughs above him. Gradually, the rattle of a cart grew louder until it stopped and a voice called out. “Is the lord of this land at home?”
“Huh, yes, I believe so.” Osis sat up and squinted at the bright light before seeing Andrew, who had so often stopped to sell his merchandise at the castle Osis had once lived in. He raised his straw hat briefly before placing it on his head, lower this time.
Andrew paid little attention to Osis beyond the answer he was given eased back into his seat. “I’ll be selling goods from across the world for a few days, maybe a week. Be sure to stop buy and buy something for the goodwife.” Then he was off again, heading toward the castle. Osis sat a moment watching the cart drive away before standing up.
He had work to do.
