Peacemaker
07-24-08, 12:17 AM
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The busy market covered at least two acres of an endless meadow, wild weeds waving in the wind as far as the eye could see. Horsedrawn houses, tattered tents, and ramshackle buildings made up most of the mercantile shops. This was not a place where wealthy wholesalers met in their proud jewels and padded vlince suits to take tea; this was a convenient grove where the people of the land met to buy and sell a living. Whenever more space was needed, the market just expanded outwards, adding new mismatched laneways, flattening the grass as it grew. Anything an individual needed to grow crops, to tend sheep, or to survive could be purchased there.
Duke sat un a cracked upturned crate, balancing his weight carefully as he hoped fervently that the crate would not collapse. A few yards away a group of men tossed heavy blankets with stones fastened to the edges over a section of the tall, treelike grass. The whippy vegetation crumpled beneath the weight of the canvas, and the men proceeded to mount and mill about on the flattened area. The hopped and stomped as though killing a colony of ants, battering the grass below into submission. Minutes later they tossed the blanket on to a new section, and a blacksmith toting a cartfull of metal wares set his load down with a sigh of exertion. Almost immediately a queue formed; craftsmen drew crowds in a sea full of farmers.
Duke smiled in appreciation and tossed the smithy a friendly wave. A crowd close to his own stand was a welcome thing. The Peacemaker had been peddling his plantlife there for nearly a week, and found it easily lucrative. His hastily consructed tables offered a variety of vegetation, from cacti to fruit, from carrots to potatoes, to herbs and mushrooms and roses. A few feet away a comfy (if ancient) padded leather chair faced Duke. A customer could sit there if they pleased. Duke found it easier to haggle with a merchant in a good mood.
As the sun reached high noon, Duke waited patiently, the shadow of his head and long hair falling just shy of the hand-embroidered shirt Rosalie had given him his las birthday. It read, "The Doctor is IN" in looping letters. Always the optimist, he had faith that someone would approach his humble shop soon.
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The busy market covered at least two acres of an endless meadow, wild weeds waving in the wind as far as the eye could see. Horsedrawn houses, tattered tents, and ramshackle buildings made up most of the mercantile shops. This was not a place where wealthy wholesalers met in their proud jewels and padded vlince suits to take tea; this was a convenient grove where the people of the land met to buy and sell a living. Whenever more space was needed, the market just expanded outwards, adding new mismatched laneways, flattening the grass as it grew. Anything an individual needed to grow crops, to tend sheep, or to survive could be purchased there.
Duke sat un a cracked upturned crate, balancing his weight carefully as he hoped fervently that the crate would not collapse. A few yards away a group of men tossed heavy blankets with stones fastened to the edges over a section of the tall, treelike grass. The whippy vegetation crumpled beneath the weight of the canvas, and the men proceeded to mount and mill about on the flattened area. The hopped and stomped as though killing a colony of ants, battering the grass below into submission. Minutes later they tossed the blanket on to a new section, and a blacksmith toting a cartfull of metal wares set his load down with a sigh of exertion. Almost immediately a queue formed; craftsmen drew crowds in a sea full of farmers.
Duke smiled in appreciation and tossed the smithy a friendly wave. A crowd close to his own stand was a welcome thing. The Peacemaker had been peddling his plantlife there for nearly a week, and found it easily lucrative. His hastily consructed tables offered a variety of vegetation, from cacti to fruit, from carrots to potatoes, to herbs and mushrooms and roses. A few feet away a comfy (if ancient) padded leather chair faced Duke. A customer could sit there if they pleased. Duke found it easier to haggle with a merchant in a good mood.
As the sun reached high noon, Duke waited patiently, the shadow of his head and long hair falling just shy of the hand-embroidered shirt Rosalie had given him his las birthday. It read, "The Doctor is IN" in looping letters. Always the optimist, he had faith that someone would approach his humble shop soon.