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my help they were able to try it outand if they made a fortune then there would be two more men rising up in the worldand if my grandfather’s story were anything to go bythen no one could tell how high they might aspire. They were glad of it. When I rode out to the field to see how the ploughing was going they came acrosskicking the mud off their bootsto explain how they were casting their seed. They wanted a lord who took an interest. In the absence of anyone else: they had me. And they knew well enough that if I took an interest in the crop I might be persuaded to take a share. I might have some money tucked away that I might investand then we could all grow prosperous together. I laughed at thatlooking down from my horse into their brown weatherbeaten faces. “I have no money.” “You’re a great lady at court” one of them protested. His gaze took in the neat tassels on my leather bootsthe inlaid saddlethe richness of my dress and the golden brooch in my hat. “There’s more on your back today than I earn in a year.” “I know” I said. “And that’s where it stays. On my back.” “But your father must give you moneyor your husband” the other man said persuasively. “Better to gamble it on y mbt chapa white |
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