Part 1 Cerubian:

The river streamed under his bare feet, the water was still very cold. The icy grip of winter was just releasing its hold on nature. The birds were singing, seeking suitable mates. Flowers were opening their colourful petals, all competing with each other for the attention of the vanguard of spring bees. 

This was an idyllic place, everything was perfect. Except one thing, the fish were not biting, at least for him. The thought of walking back to the smithy, listening to Tomas brag about how great a fisherman he is, like most younger brothers he was annoying. Especially since he was better than his older brother at everything. 

Cerubian imagined how father will react, fawning over Tomas' achievements no matter how banal. Nothing Cerubian did was ever good enough. {I can't wait to leave this stupid village},he thought to himself. There is glory in the greater world,  and a bold man could be presented with the opportunity to make a name for himself.

His dreaming was interrupted by his brother, "Hey look at that, maybe that is why you're not catching any fish. His filth is killing them all". He was pointing upstream. All Cerubian saw at first was a large amount of splashing, probably some kind of wild dog. 

The dog was barking hysterically...wait... not barking...laughing? It was doing some kind of gleeful dancing, copious amounts of fish were flying around it. 

Finally the dog was able to control its mirth enough to speak. "Do you know why you have no fish?", it asked between giggles. "Your worms are not big enough!" He proceeded to pull down his breeches and waggle his penis at them. The two brothers looked at each other with astonishment, then gave chase.

Part 1 Lupin:

The Abbot's office was a dark unwelcoming place, but it was pristine. It was if the Abbot's piousness was displayed foremost in cleanliness and order. In stark contrast to this holy benefaction , was the battered and bruised filthy boy. Who stood sheepishly, once again awaiting god's holy punishment. The boy opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Tut tut tut, Lupin before you weave one of your tales, know that god is always watching and will see through your lies", his voice was stern. "Your task for the monastery today was to catch fish for dinner. Yet you return from the river with only one fish, and that was tucked into the most unholy place, your breeches!"

The boy took this pause as a queue to talk, "it's a good thing god, in his most holy wisdom" He look up to the heavens and made the sign of the cross to accentuate his statement. "Told me to hide it in there, or they would have gotten them all!!"

"What are you talking about boy!!?"

"The two heathens!! They were jealous that god", crossed himself again emphatically, "bestowed such a bounty on me."

"And you did nothing to antagonize these 'heathens'", the Abbot inquired doubtfully.

"No Father, I was just rejoicing god's splendour by singing a hymn. Maybe I sang too boisterously because I was blessed with a bounty of fish!!!"

"Lupin, vanity is a sin, that is why god decided to punish you. Punishment is meted out by god so we might learn. What lesson did you learn from this?"

Lupin screwed up his face in deep contemplation, then he had a eureka moment. "God's lesson has taught me that I need to wear bigger breeches, to hide more fish from the heathens!" His beaming smile shone like a divine light.

In exasperation the Abbot responded, " sometimes I wonder if god sent you to me to test my devotion. Your penance is to scrub the refectory, again"

As Lupin scurried out of the office, a nobleman in the finest silks entered. "Gregorire! Still sheltering mongrels I see"

Part 1: Lebada

The girls waded knee deep into the river three sisters, Gosha 18, Masha 14 and Lebada the youngest at 10. The water was bitterly cold still and soon Lebada could not feel her toes. Washing clothes was the most dreaded chore in early spring. 

Throughout the winter such a task is impossible due to the harsh climate, so everybody in the village kept a great distance from one another by the time April came around.  The more affluent of the townsfolk paid the monastery to launder their garments. But most people just coped with the smell.

So when the ice thawed sufficiently enough. It was the girls' chore in the household to gather up all the stinky clothes for the entire family and freeze their asses off in the river. 

Every girl dreamed of the day they would have their own daughters. So the next generation could alleviate this hardship, some even dared to dream of being a wealthy noblewoman. These dreams and gossip kept the girls distracted enough to ignore the chill. They all decided to wash their own dresses as well, since nobody was around they all stripped naked.

Talk soon settled on the topic of the impending arrival of the Eldest son of The Postelnic, Sarpen Cantacuzino. He was to be bestowed an honorary title over the village and presented a custom made sword from a local smithy. His uncle was the Abbot at the monastery, he just turned 16. The rumour was that he was incredibly handsome. The two older sisters giggled about which one was going to woo him into marriage. 

Lebada was preoccupied, there was a commotion in the nearby rushes. Some kind of animal must been foraging inside. She bent over and picked up a decent sized stone. She tossed it meekly into the reeds, the occupant howled in protest at the assault. Something bounded out from its hiding place, it had wild unkempt hair like feral beast. 

"Pervert! Pervert!", the two older girls were both pointing at the voyeur, while attempting to cover their nakedness. Lebada had no such qualms, she just bent down to collect another stone. Spread her legs wider to give herself better balance. She closed one eye, her pink little tongue protruding out of the corner of her mouth. She let it fly! A direct hit! Right on his ass! He yelped for a second time and he tripped over a branch.

Part 1: Sarpen

He felt every stone on this goat path, even his cushioned pillow gave him no relief at all. Why must father insist on this banality? Why should a noble person give a hog's ass for these bumpkins. Father's mantra is always {in order to rule the people, you must know the people}I don't want to know any of these filth covered scum. 

This might be the longest day of my life, he thought. All because some simpleton crafted a toy sword. Well at least I can stay at the monastery, away from the hovels.

 From just on the fringe of his peripheral there was motion. All he could discern was a mass of wild hair, fleeing from impending danger. That danger was in the form of a skinny naked girl. She was screaming, her wet hair glistened in the sun. 

The hunt was leading the quarry straight into the path of the carriage. There was a horrific wail from the front of the carriage. The horses suddenly startled by the wild beast approaching them and veered to the left. 

Sarpen was tossed to the side of the carriage, most likely breaking his nose in the process. The carriage careened off the goat path into the bushes. Sarpen felt his arm break below the elbow as the carriage fell onto its side