Faye Fisher was quite content with life, she had gotten a job as a kitchen scullion at the finest restaurant in town. Thanks to her natural cook trait she had soon been promoted and now she was already a vegetable slicer, she could not be prouder of herself. Her dream was to become a celebrated five-star chef. However, her mother had been talking about finding her a position at the Royal Castle, as a chef. It was a most honorable position and would certainly give the Fishers a good reputation, but for Faye personally, it was not on her path to fulfilling her life time wish. She wanted to make her parents proud, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure she would give up her dream so easily.
It was crucial that all peasants worked as hard as they could, the taxes in Castle Keep were very harsh for a simple peasant and unless everybody in the family brought in their part, it could mean debts or even jail for a poor peasant. As a teenager, Byram was able to find himself a job at the grocers, something that was of great relief to his parents, who were afraid his commitment issues would be a problem for an employer. He would take the horse and ride to work every morning, and the ride gave him some time for reflexion. He was a loner, which meant he rather enjoyed his time on his own. It was rather a nuisance for his parents to have an eldest son so mediocre and with lack of focus and conviction. The only reasonably good trait he had gained was being good, but the rest would not take him far in life.
It could almost seem that the Fishers were condemned to a life of unhappiness, for the youngest son, little Nigel, was not happy of his lot either. As a bookworm he longed to learn how to read and study old scriptures and even write a word or two. However, since there was no money to send him to school, he was condemned to a life as an illiterate. His only chance of learning to read and write was to take vows and join the monastery. Reading and writing was not considered important for a simple peasant whose meaning in life was to work the lands, and Nigel’s parents could not understand his longing for books. Whenever he had some time off he would go to the monastery and look at the books in the library there and dream of a different life.
Concerned of the well-being of his youngest, William would take him on his trips up to the lake and fish together. The quietness of the outdoors was a good relaxation for the two.
“What is this nonsense about taking vows, my son?” William asked Nigel when they were out fishing one day.
“I would rather like to learn how to read,” he answered.
The sky was bright blue and the fish were taking quite easily that particular afternoon, it would be a good catch to bring home.
“What good would that do you as a peasant?” the father answered. “You will probably stay on and run our farm, son, your older brother would do no good running it. It must be you.”
That was it, they did not speak again about the subject.
It wasn’t only the Fisher children who were struggling with their possibilities in life. Anne, who was halfway into becoming an elder, started thinking about her own life. She had devoted herself so selflessly to the medical career, that she had forgotten all about fulfilling her dream of reaching physical perfection. Now that Miss Bega Wall had come around to do some sparing, and was interested in martial arts, it had ignited a light in Anne. Maybe it wasn’t too late to take on the quest of fulfilling her dream, after all, but how would she find the time between everything that needed to be done at a farm?