My family was a peasant family and we depended, like most, on a lord. We were serfs. My mother was very young when she had me, she was barely fifteen. My father was much older than her, twenty years her senior. He died two years after I was born. My mother did as best she could, like any woman of her condition. She was extremely beautiful and sweet, for as long as I can remember. When I was about fifteen, she met another man. A while later my two brothers were born. Two more mouths to feed, it was difficult, but the four of us were happy.
“When my brothers were two years old, I wanted to try a great adventure across the Channel, they said that life was better there,” he shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. “Mother, my brothers and I crossed the sea to the south of England. My mother
