The next day began normally enough. Waking up, preforming chores and Exercises, and eating breakfast. But the routine was interrupted... it was Market Day. It was a day when many people flooded in from the surrounding countryside to sell produce and trade wares.
It was one of Rolen’s jobs to help with the purchasing of the produce, and he, squire Dunderhead and Sir Jethro were all at market. Dunderhead had dissapeared almost emmediately, most likely to play with some of the other children his age. Sir Jethro was talking to a blacksmith, leaving Rolen to find all the required produce. He was supposed to find various vegetables, some poultry, and some herbs. He went over the different items as he walked through the bustling marketplace.
Brightly colored cloths provided shade over vendor’s stands. Carts bustled up and down the narrow streets, in between the stands set up by the farmers. Men and woman bartered and hawked thier wares. It was a merry spectacle, and Rolen went from stand to stand, trying to find the things required. He carried his purchases in a basket.
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Dunderhead was standing on his head. The other boys he played with clapped and cheered at this great acrobatic performance, and Dunderhead grinned jovially. Even though he was not the brightest boy, Dunderhead was not completely incapable. Soon he was back on his feet and doing cartwheels down a sidestreet, the other boys running after him.
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Rolen had seated himself on the steps of a building to rest. The busy marketplace was a very interesting thing to watch as people of all stations in life passed back and forth on thier many errands, and Rolen did watch. He had collected nearly all of the things he needed, but there was one farmer who had not arrived yet, and who carried a special vegetable known as Water Carrot. It was a root vegetable found by the sides of small brooks, extremely hard to cultivate without experience with it. It was also extremely tasty, and fetched a high price.
Rolen’s attention was caught by a girl who was about to cross the road nearby, her nose buried in a book. Her waist-length black hair went well with the blue dress she wore. She looked both ways before crossing the street, but seemed not to notice the farmer’s cart being pulled at a brisk pace by a pair of beautiful brown horses. She was in the middle of the road, and the horses were almost upon her when Rolen set his basket down and leapt forward, pushing her out of the way. They fell to the ground on the other side of the road, out of range of the cart, which stopped too late. Not many people took notice, as similar occurrences happened most Market Days. The girl got to her feet, leering at him.
“What was that for, you little...”
Rolen began to protest, but she continued to scold.
“Scumbag, how dare-“
The scolding lasted for a full minute before the girl turned away and walked off, leaving Rolen stunned and confused.
It was one of Rolen’s jobs to help with the purchasing of the produce, and he, squire Dunderhead and Sir Jethro were all at market. Dunderhead had dissapeared almost emmediately, most likely to play with some of the other children his age. Sir Jethro was talking to a blacksmith, leaving Rolen to find all the required produce. He was supposed to find various vegetables, some poultry, and some herbs. He went over the different items as he walked through the bustling marketplace.
Brightly colored cloths provided shade over vendor’s stands. Carts bustled up and down the narrow streets, in between the stands set up by the farmers. Men and woman bartered and hawked thier wares. It was a merry spectacle, and Rolen went from stand to stand, trying to find the things required. He carried his purchases in a basket.
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Dunderhead was standing on his head. The other boys he played with clapped and cheered at this great acrobatic performance, and Dunderhead grinned jovially. Even though he was not the brightest boy, Dunderhead was not completely incapable. Soon he was back on his feet and doing cartwheels down a sidestreet, the other boys running after him.
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Rolen had seated himself on the steps of a building to rest. The busy marketplace was a very interesting thing to watch as people of all stations in life passed back and forth on thier many errands, and Rolen did watch. He had collected nearly all of the things he needed, but there was one farmer who had not arrived yet, and who carried a special vegetable known as Water Carrot. It was a root vegetable found by the sides of small brooks, extremely hard to cultivate without experience with it. It was also extremely tasty, and fetched a high price.
Rolen’s attention was caught by a girl who was about to cross the road nearby, her nose buried in a book. Her waist-length black hair went well with the blue dress she wore. She looked both ways before crossing the street, but seemed not to notice the farmer’s cart being pulled at a brisk pace by a pair of beautiful brown horses. She was in the middle of the road, and the horses were almost upon her when Rolen set his basket down and leapt forward, pushing her out of the way. They fell to the ground on the other side of the road, out of range of the cart, which stopped too late. Not many people took notice, as similar occurrences happened most Market Days. The girl got to her feet, leering at him.
“What was that for, you little...”
Rolen began to protest, but she continued to scold.
“Scumbag, how dare-“
The scolding lasted for a full minute before the girl turned away and walked off, leaving Rolen stunned and confused.
