King Zethius took a leisurely walk through his tranquil gardens at his own pace, and it was a slow, slow pace. Even though the hot scorching midday sun was beating down, he found it necessary to take a walk, calm his nerves, and gather his thoughts on issues soon to come. For many months, the king and his advisers have met in one, of many cool, damp secret chambers beneath the Citadel of Splendor to discuss the growing problems with lawless merchants outside Kelmoor Keep. For far too long the wily merchants from Verktus and Westgate have plundered the small independent cities, towns, and farm villages scattered about the lush moorlands of their goods. Some merchants would force the farmers to sell their goods at very low prices …show more content…
"Perfect," happily welcomed the good news, "the sooner the better." Hugging a small stack of palimpsest close to his chest, he headed off to the war chambers sorting through the papers as he walked, nimble fingers folding the pages back just enough so he could see the titles or numbers on the pages. Instead of writing down real names, he gave everything a nickname. Therefore, if someone was able to read or stole his papers they would be completely lost, finding the writing gibberish and worthless. Thanks to his curse, he would remember them all with little thought. Rounding the corner, he saw the name Ventis, and stopped at the well-guarded door that led down to the sub-terrestrial chamber. He closed his eyes remembering the names and faces he spoke to while in the small city. He remembers their eyes. The soul bleeds through the eyes like mirrors splashed with a ceaseless lambent, a manifestation filled with life, and love, and happiness, and freedom. Sadly, what he saw in most of the people, were eyes like windows of gloom; a light so dim one could scarcely see it, a manifestation that was lifeless and insignificant, and meaningless, simple obtuse idlers without any will of their own. "That is it," he cried, "They are using magic! The guards that were flanking the door shared glances to one another, but said nothing. Ignoring the guards, he stepped to the landing, greeted by the scant flickers of light
One night during one of the king’s parties, an old lady found her way to this kingdom. Before she could even knock on the door of the king’s palace, two guards shoved in front of her and asked for her cause. She explained how she only wished to stay a night as she was on a long journey. They interrupted her, saying she was not worthy of being there. She was pushed to the ground. Angry, she left in a haste and ventured her way to the outskirts. As she did this, the guards went back in and informed the king of the visitor. The king simply laughed upon hearing the news and announced that peasants should know their place in society and continued feasting and partying.
Members of society are no longer able to fathom how those who live in small communities are able to grow and harvest their own foods for survival (Heilbroner 3). Just as Polanyi argues, Heilbroner concludes that the market indeed runs itself with a dialogue that reaffirms the notion of the system being in control of all modes of production and distribution without human intervention (13).
"There is a spy! There are in fact two filthy, double-dealing, misleading, two-faced, liars among us!" I announce. Everyone gasps in horror as they are processing this dreadful news. I immediately start to panic. If these two spies got away with this information, the king would be informed, and that would be it for all the peasants. If I get put into prison, who will support my family? Michel is only 8, Adelina has no common knowledge on how to deal with money, and my poor, poor baby, Julienne, God bless you. I pity myself as I remember the hard times when no one could afford any bread, not that there was any at all. They were hard times. Julienne was down with the dreadful flu, no food or medicine to help, the next day, she was simply gone. This thought always brings me to anger. The nobles were just partying away while we peasants were dying. I had to end the absolute monarchy. Back to the situation, I thoroughly observed each, and every representative, watching their expressions and how the
The majority of people will look at Zeus, the king of the gods, as a kind and generous god, giving the mortals rain and punishing wrong-doers. Yet, he is most certainly less of a "source of all heavenly manifestations"(Pontikis) than often portrayed. Prosecuting a villainous criminal for what they have done has been viewed as a boring procedure, hours and hours pouring into what may or may not end up as a life sentence, but when the criminal happens to be a god with the risk of their immortality, things may seem a bit more interesting. Zeus should be prosecuted for death, on the stakes that he is a rapist, is selfish, and gives his peers unjust punishments for their mistakes.
Men and women carried crates of assorted wares to the center of the colony in preparation for trades. Once every four months a lone trader traversed the broken countryside risking life and limb to trade with the outlying villages. He came by horse and wagon and bartered goods difficult or impossible to find. The most valuable of his goods came without a price: news of the Lawless.
I looked back at the runes, tracing their shapes gently with the sword, and listened until I was sure they had left the cave. My head pounded as I thought hard about a plan.
Indeed, farmers in Owston Ferry were predicting their harvest would be the best for over forty years. For those canny farmers, who could see far enough into the future to realise that, if the long predicted war materialised and things worked in their favour, many could be generously rewarded. So it proved, for the next three years, many farmers would see their profits rise by a staggering 500%. The standard of farming on the Isle was generally high but the national picture of British farming was one of an industry in a poor state. In many places walls and hedges were badly maintained, farm buildings were crumbling and the land was ill managed and unproductive. The industry was just about capable of satisfying the needs of the nation but nowhere near healthy enough to endure the rigours of protracted hardship. For many an Isle resident the desire to continue with a normal life remained strong. After all, wars were fought in far away places and had little effect on life at
Einhard’s opening chapter of his biography, Life of Charles the Great, provides its audience with an extremely harsh representation of late Merovingian kings. For a long time, he claims, these kings have had no true power or authority, and possessed nothing more than an empty title. The impression given is that it is the mayor of the palace, instead, who holds true power in the kingdom; all of the wealth and all authoritative responsibility. The king then, can be seen as nothing more than a figurehead.
The collection of documents creates an image of scarcity riots happening across the South west of England during the period of spring 1801. At same time England was facing economic hardship because of constant high taxation as a result of the war with France. The country was in the midst of crop shortages caused by the poor harvest in the previous year of 1799. The current years were also being shaped by the ideas of Scottish moral philosopher Adam Smith’s ‘Wealth of Nations’ which pushed ideas of free trade. These ideas were meant to cause market contention resulting in market prices naturally decreasing, but due to the current economic situation of low wages and shortages prices continued to be high. Which is why there was social unrest surrounding the market place, with the last scarcity riot only being 4 years prior. The south ranging from Plymouth in Devon through Somerset into Bristol was especially hard hit, due to its low prices at the start of the period. Following Adam Smith’s theory many farmers were willing to venture further to achieve higher prices in different markets. This meant the South was relying solely on its own supplies, meaning great demand and little supply. It is this South dominated documentation that helps paint a picture of the dynamics that developed between the market, mob and magistrate. It shows the crowds action verse the magistrates reaction, and whether these varied from town to town. These primary sources can also be used to challenge or
Greed is shown through the entry of large business farming with machines, and they do not care about the welfare of the workers like the previous owners of the land. The Joad family had to move to a new place hoping to prosper there. “We got to figger close. It’s a sad thing to figger close” (Steinbeck 111).
The corruption of this town is literally represented when the town is painted red and when the man without a name paints the words “HELL” over the city name, which is fitting due to the horrendous acts that were performed in the
During the era of slavery in medieval Italy, the sale of a slave was a careful and documented process similar to the sale of a piece of land or a group of animals. But what does a slavers contract entitle and why might the buyer be insistent on various conditions of sale? These questions are answered through the examination of a record of sale of a boy who is in the process of being sold under numerous witnesses and promises to ensure that the slave is healthy, sold freely with consent, and legally owned by the seller. The records from these sales serve to represent the emergence of economic organization and the effect the slave trade had on medieval Europe.
Once upon a time in a far distant land we know from today, there was a young man by the name of Cruxis; Bold in every atribute, strong and extremely handsome, who dreamed night and day of of overthrowing the young arrogant King, Leonidus. Now the hatred of this wicked king formed in the heart of Cruxis one gloomy day. The King was being courted then out of the blue said to himself,"These citizens have given me very little and I am King!" with this being said, Leonidus spewed all of his guards down to the poor region of his Kingdom.
Zechariah is one of the Minor Prophets of the Old Testament. His book is located between the books of Haggai and Malachi. Zechariah is thought to have preached from about 520-518 B.C. The book of Zechariah deals with the restoration of Jerusalem, the Temple, and God‘s people. Chapter 11 verses 4-17, which is a story of two shepherds, is one of the most difficult passages in the Old Testament to understand. From the New Living Translation, the passage reads as follows: 4 This is what the LORD my God says: "Go and care for a flock that is intended for slaughter. 5 The buyers will slaughter their sheep without remorse. The sellers will say, 'Praise the LORD, I am now rich!' Even the shepherds have no compassion for them.
As sentient beings, having a unique identity tied to oneself is a vital part of what becomes our entire life. No matter what one goes through, having their identity and knowing who they are is so very important to keep them going. However, identity is not always an easy thing to discover, and it is forever changing and growing. The search for one’s identity is not a painless journey, but it is often worth it in the end. As is the case for Gogol Ganguli, one of the main protagonists in the novel The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri. Throughout the novel, Gogol is in search for his identity and for meaning behind his name. Names were a large struggle for Gogol, who spent about half of the novel under the name Nikhil. He even ended up developing a bit of a split personality and identity at a young age for both of his names. He traded in Gogol for Nikhil once he was of age, and lived his life as Nikhil according to that created identity.