Medieval PeasantUp on the hills live the lords that control the lands about. The sun-smacked countryside teem with beautiful trees, groves, meadows, and valleys. The lush land offers fruits of all kinds although water is often scarce. Fortunately for the gentry, water is available to them in endless quantities. The land has only two sources of water to live from: the sparse rain and the great river that runs to the east.

The walled towns keep the peasantry at bay and allows them access only for their daily duties. Often their estates require upkeep while the families need domestic assistance to make up for the grand size of their castles. The children are often watched by foreigners because the ladies of these houses require of themselves a rigorous daily social schedule. Often, after the school day ended, the little girls are sent to learn how to tame the equine while the boys are sent off to learn the ways of manly sport or combat. The lords, of course, remain at home and absolve themselves of their duties of the estate because they often have lands and sometimes varied commercial establishments to manage. The peasantry is the heart of the lord’s riches all the while being dismissed often as nuisances.

The peasantry live in the low hills, valleys, and the coast. They provide the fiefdoms with the commerce to make sure that walled villages survive. Of course, the peasants are very often not well- off with their monies. Families often barely survive under the conditions that keep them where they are. A false ideal that that, perhaps, one day they can become the gentry is prevasive amongst the people of the valleys. Sadly, the most they will see of the green hills and the lemon groves are the floors that they mop or the walls that they repair in the castle hill-homes. Most know this deep in their hearts, but manage to continue on. Living on the lands that are owned by the rich is exceedingly costly, therfore people live stacked four or five to a house. Families have no choice but to tithe sometimes half of their monthly income to live in something that resembles a happy home for their children. A home to call their own is but a dream. Feeding themselves well is virtually impossible without a surplus of money. Travel to and from various villages is often costly and most of the horses are owned by the lords and ladies of the hills and their cost is great. The ocean provides them with joy, but, that, too, is increasingly becoming a casualty of the silent war that divides the peasants from the fiefdoms. The water is a waste bucket for the landowners and their businesses. The hills are made by the peasants but are not to be used by them.

To the east and north sprawls a land more dry where the armies gather to practice their warfare. Great expanses of cracked earth dotted with crisp shrubbery provide the board in which the warlords play their daily games of chess. Machines of war crawl across the steep slopes while the knights ride their steeds in leadership. The infantry file close behind waiting for their next command. The seas also keep bouyant their ships that sail the coasts to lands far beyond. The army is where most of the poor peasants often run to when they cannot succeed in living in the valleys. A threat of war is always the gold of the military and for those that want gold, the military has it for them. Perhaps they will find success in a land far away. Most often, though, the soldiers return and resume their lives as the men who tend to the land of the hills.

The air is tense in this land of rich gentry. The spite is sour on the tongue without any sugar to quell it. The sun and their dreams are what keep people at bay here in San Diego, the city of medieval life and renaissance hopes.