TWENTY NINE

I watch the knights going in pursuit of the man on my donkey, and rapidly realizes the situation. The strange, shifty man is a thief. He broke into the King's vault of magical items and stole some seeds.

I glance down at the satchel again.

These seeds.

They are indeed magical, from the castle and even belongs to the King. If they be so precious, why did he steal them, only to give them to me in exchange for a donkey?

I tie the satchel up and place it into my rougher satchel, along with the five copper pieces.

I decide to keep them, for they have to be as priceless as the man claims if so many royal guards are in desperate pursuit. Then, I think about aunt, and the 30 copper pieces I have to deliver to her.

The guards will return tomorrow for our debt, and we have nothing else to sell. Our cow is too useful to be put for sale just yet.

Telling her such a story is sure to be disappointing and will paint me as a reckless, gullible young lad. But I have no choice. I have to repeat the man
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