The mother glanced nervously at the estate manager, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, surely not. They'll find a way to let us live." Yet her eyes betrayed the resignation of someone who knew better. The lord and his agents had no concern for the lives of people like her.
Soldiers stormed from house to house, smashing furniture in search of hidden grain and valuables. Greedy laughter echoed through the alleys as they uncovered caches of gold. Knowing they were free to claim any personal property they found, the soldiers showed no restraint.
Every corner of the village was soon alight with flames, while soldiers stuffed their pockets with stolen gold and set fire to the fields. The night was consumed by the chaos of destruction.
The terrifying scene of chaos and destruction filled the village with the cries of frightened children.
"Here! There's a stash of grain here!" shouted a soldier as he dragged sacks of grain out of a barn.
