There once was a girl living on the land of a lord of a nearby castle. She was in her early twenties. She was part of a community of peasants who took care of and harvested the land for the lord. Her own parents had died when she was just a child. Friends of her parents had taken her in, and she grew up to a beautiful young woman. Her face looked as if it had been carved by angels, with large deep-brown eyes, and she had incredibly full wavy almost black hair that reached till her buttocks. But it was her build that truly made her special. She had the most slender, perfect figure you could ever imagine, with high collarbones, small but full breasts, an extraordinary narrow waste which flared out widely again at her hips, on top of long elegant legs.
One day she was working in the field along with her fellow villagers. It was harvest time. The long, ripe corn ears waved in the warm summer wind.
Together with the other villagers she moved through the cornfield to pick up the harvested bunches of cut wheat. She had a large, wide basket on her hip and wore a long simple dress with bellsleeves that fitted snuggly around her body. It was of a modest and rough material. Only the neckline was finished with a broad rim of a contrasting fabric, this border circling around the back of her neck and coming together in a deep V between her breasts, and going down all the length of the dress down the middle. Around her waist was a girdle loosely tied around a ring in the middle, accentuating her slender waist, with the spare lengths of the cloth the girdle dropping down the middle of her dress to the floor.
She was collecting wheat when she heard screaming. She looked around and saw that her fellow villagers who were working in the field by the road came running towards her, back to the village. Behind them she saw riders, galloping with drawn swords and flaming torches. They were being attacked.
