Thursday, April 6, 2017

Razzorbauch Shows Ugleeuh his New Plantation in the Chokewoods

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Ugleeuh looked down at her ash blackened shoes and at the greyed skirts of her black silk kirtle. Ash and the smell of fire were everywhere, particularly with it having not rained since Razzorbauch set fire to the forest on his plantation land. "I should have worn a wimple," she thought as she held her hair away from her face in the breeze. "I hate wimples. The Dead_deer,_Glenarm_forest_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1546832only one I have goes with that awful dress back at Peach Knob." She gazed 
out at the burnt off land, rolling away in gentle swags and swells, practically as far as the 
eye could see in all directions. There were no insects, frogs nor birds to be heard at all 
except for some ravens in the air, a good distance off, croaking before circling down to a 
charred and bloated deer.
"So Leeuh," said Razzorbauch as he took in a grand breath of air. "What do you think of our little venture, so far?"
"It's so vast," she said, turning to him with a bounce. "Thousands upon thousands of acres, hidden entirely in these forbidding woods."
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"Yes. I've put out quite a bit of effort on the forbidding part. I want this plantation to be protected. The most common tree here now has an irresistibly attractive fruit that should cause certain death. And I've transformed the great indigo lyoth of the jungles of the Dark Continent into a tribe of beings who hunt people. In time, no one will ever blunder onto our land. But my dear, what do you make of the project?"
"Well...if there's really a market, how would we not make a fortune?"
"You have doubts about a market?"
"Arguments rage in Niarg, Uncle Razzorbauch. Some amongst the young and well to do think it's marvelous, but there are a lot who call it the sweet of the very Pitmaster himself. I'm not sure that merchants there will even consider buying it."
220px-John_Dee_Ashmolean"Fools. Honey trader lies. They call sukere a swindle in place of honey because it threatens their trade. They tell everyone that those eating it become obsessed with the 
Pitmaster's wiles because they fear for their purses."
"It causes no obsessions, then? Those who eat it don't become thralls?"
"There's not a shred of proof that it's harmful in any way, dear. In fact, sukere gives one a sense of well-being. The more you use, the better you feel. Why, you've only to stop eating it to be reminded of how unhealthy you must have been before you first used it."
"More of Father's being an old fool. I've never tasted it."
"Oh, but you have. Remember the cherry tarts at supper?"
"They were wonderful, Uncle Razzorbauch. It sounds like people need to give sukere a fair trial before making up their minds."
"Absolutely, dear."
"Well why couldn't you, or we, just give them some to try? Just at first, don't you know."Ugleeuh_rub_880683_c_medieval_scarlett_red_hooded_dress_costume_adult_a
Razzorbauch went wide eyed. "My dear, you're a thundering prodigy. I believe you've just launched our little business venture. I knew having you along was going to work well."
"Thank you, Uncle Razzorbauch," she said with another bounce.
It's wonderful having someone who actually likes my ideas for once."
"I know what you mean, dear. I've always been the bane of the family, just as you seem to be, don't you know."
"We do have that in common, don't we?"
"Without a doubt, dear," said Razzorbauch, suddenly looking about. "But just now, if you don't mind, we need to return to my keep so that I can be off for a spell to attend to a thing or two."imagese
"I don't mind," she said. "In fact, I usually don't get up so early in the mornings and I'd like to catch a nap."
Razzorbauch already had out his scrying ball.
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