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6/14/2025, 11:51:46 PM
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You told with your natural authority.
-I shall go to the marketplace, I have something to buy for Rose after all.
Your men bowed as you approached the gates of the city. You were soon in the middle of hundreds of travellers, carts, merchants and other good people trying to enter. They were of all shapes and sizes and your horse almost trampled a cagot. You finally managed to enter the city and effectively, it was very beautiful, with white stone buildings topped by blue roofs, the buildings had an elegance and were nor totally roman nor totally gothic, it was some architecture that you never saw and that was far more impressive than what you saw in Pleasantville. The city was truly beautiful. It even smelt far better than Paris and there were trees on very large streets, they were so large you wondered how much money was wasted in building the walls and in the fact that there were no suburbs. There were some beggars of course, and some poor people but just like the peasants were far richer in India than in France the burghers were too. At least the small craftsmen and other degenerate folk who made the bulk of a city's population. The rich merchants, be it here or in Paris, were as fat and corrupt as they always were. Seeing the boldness of burghers and them screaming always deranged you. You see, the burghers, or bourgeois, inhabitants of a city, are really the least honourable of the classes of society. Take a merchant for exemple, or a minor craftsman in a guild, he will be far less intelligent than a priest, farther away from God. He will be far less brave than a knight or a nobleman, far weaker and less honourable, because of a lack of warrior ethos or good breeding. And even in the third estate, amongst the commoners, a craftsman or a merchant will be far more lazy than a peasant. He would never make something grow out of the soil and protect it against the elements. So when you heard burghers dare to claim "charters" for their towns or speaking in the "name of the good people" what people were they speaking about ?!? There were perhaps ten or twenty peasant for each inhabitant of a town. And the peasantry, loyal to God and their liege lords, did not need some of these urban knaves to speak in their name, it did not need to speak at all, simply obey their betters. Worse these burghers tried to always discuss with the ecclesiastical authorities and even to buy expensive clothes or jewellery that the lower nobility, like you, could not have. They tried to replace the laws of God, Honor and Labor by those of gold and lies, it was abominable. Truly, cities were a disturbing place. But they could build beautiful cathedrals and host some nice fairs and whorehouses, so you were not in favour of burning them, simply watching them and sometimes seducing the daughter or wife of a fat merchant, if some student at the university had not done it before.
>>6257801
>>6257950
>>6258208
You told with your natural authority.
-I shall go to the marketplace, I have something to buy for Rose after all.
Your men bowed as you approached the gates of the city. You were soon in the middle of hundreds of travellers, carts, merchants and other good people trying to enter. They were of all shapes and sizes and your horse almost trampled a cagot. You finally managed to enter the city and effectively, it was very beautiful, with white stone buildings topped by blue roofs, the buildings had an elegance and were nor totally roman nor totally gothic, it was some architecture that you never saw and that was far more impressive than what you saw in Pleasantville. The city was truly beautiful. It even smelt far better than Paris and there were trees on very large streets, they were so large you wondered how much money was wasted in building the walls and in the fact that there were no suburbs. There were some beggars of course, and some poor people but just like the peasants were far richer in India than in France the burghers were too. At least the small craftsmen and other degenerate folk who made the bulk of a city's population. The rich merchants, be it here or in Paris, were as fat and corrupt as they always were. Seeing the boldness of burghers and them screaming always deranged you. You see, the burghers, or bourgeois, inhabitants of a city, are really the least honourable of the classes of society. Take a merchant for exemple, or a minor craftsman in a guild, he will be far less intelligent than a priest, farther away from God. He will be far less brave than a knight or a nobleman, far weaker and less honourable, because of a lack of warrior ethos or good breeding. And even in the third estate, amongst the commoners, a craftsman or a merchant will be far more lazy than a peasant. He would never make something grow out of the soil and protect it against the elements. So when you heard burghers dare to claim "charters" for their towns or speaking in the "name of the good people" what people were they speaking about ?!? There were perhaps ten or twenty peasant for each inhabitant of a town. And the peasantry, loyal to God and their liege lords, did not need some of these urban knaves to speak in their name, it did not need to speak at all, simply obey their betters. Worse these burghers tried to always discuss with the ecclesiastical authorities and even to buy expensive clothes or jewellery that the lower nobility, like you, could not have. They tried to replace the laws of God, Honor and Labor by those of gold and lies, it was abominable. Truly, cities were a disturbing place. But they could build beautiful cathedrals and host some nice fairs and whorehouses, so you were not in favour of burning them, simply watching them and sometimes seducing the daughter or wife of a fat merchant, if some student at the university had not done it before.
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