Des temps turbulents

The year is 1297. You’ve overheard the grown-ups talking about massive changes to the social structure. Realpolitik is no longer what it used to be in Good Old France. That doesn’t really tell you anything. After all, you are only 8 years old. But young minds can ponder too. Maybe there is a connection to those deadly brass soldiers who travel about in the fiefdom? They are probably looking for anything that smells of magic and the supernatural. Presumably they were the ones who got rid of Old-Genette-in-the-Forest. She was the one all the adults went to whenever anything serious was bothering them, and then denying her very existence afterwards. (Adults are weird).