Hello, I'm Ian Sirling and I'm with one of McCain's farmers who grow their potatoes hang on these are odd-looking potatoes

That's kale Ian. You do know you need potato to make chips, right?

Yes, but we don't just grow potatoes. We actually rotate different crops to help keep the soil healthy. So we eat McCain chips

I'm helping do some good. Exactly. Yeah, you're supporting the move to regenerative farming

By the way, I do know the difference between kale and potatoes

Of course you do

McCain, let's all check in

It is 1425

Summertime in a northern French village called Dom Remi a

Closed-knit community of a few farms and a church

As it grows dark people gather around a bonfire

Someone calls for a son and the woman gets to her feet

Soon they are swaying under her spell

It's a ballad. They know well and her voice is as comforting as the fire

This is no fairytale, but a prophecy a

Story first told by the famous Merlin the oracle of Arthurian legend

Long ago he foresaw that the kingdom of France would be lost leaving its people in need of salvation a

Ripple of recognition runs around the bonfire

Life in Dom Remi is tough after decades of English invasions and a civil war between the French sides too

Their village is no longer a safe haven

The whole countryside is ravaged by occupiers and defenders alike

But the storyteller tries to lift their spirits

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