Title: More precious than gold
Summary: It was hard living in Ealdor
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: none
A peasant in Ealdor didn't have much. A shirt, two if he were lucky, a coat patched and worn, neckerchiefs made from castoffs, boots cobbled together more with hope than actual hide.
A life filled with cold nights, days spent in desperation. Drafty huts. The fear of rain too soon or not at all and crops rotting in the fields. Hunting for rats and elusive fish in the streams and sometimes, always, hunger lurking there, an old, implacable enemy.
Bandits and the king's taxes and wolves howling in the hills.
But Merlin possessed one thing more precious than gold.