Lady Godiva

Lady Godiva:  
Dying Memories
1st Edition
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My journey is ending. A lifetime gone. In these final hours, I insist a memory will remain of my sacrifices and lessons of hope and faith shall inspire generations henceforth.
I commissioned a portrait of myself seated on a stool with a beautiful deep red flowing gown with gold and beaded ornamental detailing, my hair on top of my head exposing my features and my large diamond necklace on my neck and all my finest jewels. I hoped the simpler souls would be inspired and thus take an interest in finer culture and they would void themselves of the grotesque peasant activities in which they involve themselves in.
Leofric found a way to fund his grand public works by taxing everything he could think of, and I would not allow him to jeopardise my noble aspirations of instilling art and culture for the community for such things as a municipal water supply.
I could not understand my husband’s scrutiny of his taxing and need of the town being so functional, and so I began my crusade to motivate the village into the 11th century and incorporate the evolving culture.A young women approached me at the cathedral holding a baby, the baby was dirty and the women was even more so, the clothes tattered and the baby crying from hunger, she pleaded and with tears in her eyes that I persuade my husband to abolish taxes and that the majority of the people were suffering. I could not handle the sight and as I looked down at my hands covered in jewels, my voluptuous dress and my clean face I realised that I was the only one with any power to give these people any ease.
He didn’t appreciate how much the village would flourish from culture and art and in an effort to spite me he introduced a new tax on pictures for which I was the only one paying because I was the only person who had any except for the church who was exempt. I was adamant and would not give up the cause so I pursued Leorfic and nagged him and at long... [continues]

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