You are a young girl of about 12, with coarse brown hair and a slender, yet limber figure from long hours of work. You and your parents are farmers - serfs - and your family lives and works on five acres of land, owned by the Lord. You mostly grow barley and wheat, which the Lord taxes, and you keep a few sheep for wool, some chickens, and one horse to run the plow.

Today, you find it is a mid-spring Sunday, which means you don't have to work. You are in your bed, in a small bedroom you share with your brother, who is seventeen years old. At the foot of your bed, there is a wooden box with threadbare dresses, a bonnet and a gown. There is a window to your right, and your brother's bed to your left. He is not present.

You hear your mother calling you from across the house to breakfast, and to get dressed.

What do you do?