A countryside village in Normandy
A group of villagers returning home from a day's work in the fields noticed that something had been written on the village notice board—a rare sight.
They were drawn to it. After all, life in the countryside was hard and dull; any bit of news was a welcome distraction that could keep them occupied for a long time.
"Huh? What does it say?"
"Who knows? Probably something about taxes again. Do those noble lords ever think of anything else?"
"Rouen... journey... go... What the heck! What does any of this mean?!"
"None of you can read it, so why are you all crowding around? Look at you lot, acting like you've never seen the world! How embarrassing! Everyone, make way! Let me through!"
"So what if I can't read it? Doesn't mean I can't look, can I? You're saying you can?"
"Everyone, stop arguing. None of us can read it anyway. Let's just wait for the village elder. He knows more than any of you, doesn't he?"
