Hi - i am only posting the first 400 words or so, because i am not sure whether or not it works, and i don't want to carry on down the wrong road...if you get my drift.
Chaper 3 -
That’s it for today I think, though Dan. As he proceeded, to mop the sweat from his brow. He idly meandered his way back to the horse cart. Exhausted from harvesting the tall lavender all morning. Tall lavender only grew in this region of the world, sometimes growing to six feet. It was all the work of the mages, who crossbred wheat with lavender.
Dan inspected the bundles of lavender crop that lay in the cart. Before jumping into the cart, as well. Taking hold of the reigns his horse jerked expectantly. It had grown impatient, in the heat.
“On Bess.” Dan commanded, as he gave the reigns a slight tug.
The horse exploded into motion, impatiently. Eager to be back in the stable; out of the sun. Dan could empathize with Bess’s discomfort, as he fidgeted in his seat of lavender bails. He pulled at his saturated shirt, that clung to his frame. His leather trousers too had come to irritate him, chafing against his thighs.
The two of them proceeded down the sun-baked road, flanked by lavender crop at either side. As they travelled the crop began to melt into a purple haze, which had no end in sight. Dan began to plan his evening out, in his mind. I really need to see about fixing my roof, before I go out. I wonder if the tavern is putting on a band tonight. If not, I can always find some drunkard to sing to me. Dan thought to himself. Breaking into an unrestrained fit of laughter, as he imagined Lord Olan serenading him, in the tavern. The humour hung in his mind, as he began to plot how he might get the old man into the tavern at all.
Lord Olan has always been good to me. Dan thought, as a sweet sentiment came through. He began to recall his life as a street urchin, in the back allies of Derç. Working as an errand boy for the smugglers. Fighting for morsels, of near rancid fish, that lay discarded. Until one day, he was caught carrying goods for the smugglers, by the city guards. Dan’s blood began to boil as the remembered how they beat him nearly to death.
Dan shook his head violently, shaking off the thoughts. He must have been lost in his memories for some time. The cart had side tracked off the road and had begun to cut into the field. The cart, shook violently on the uneven terrain. Dan looked behind him, to find that the horse had trampled nearly, one hundred yards of the crop. Dan’s heart sank into his belly – the thought of having to explain this, to Olan, gave him chills.
