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As this welcome rebirth of good fresh grass rather than being entrapped in a
cold barren mid winter, standing idly inside a stall and eating hay was ever the
best time to sell for good profit.
Also Barak knew only too well that he would have his regular customers who
came to visit his lodge in the springtime of every year.
Here were wild raggedy visitors, a band of gypsies who hailed from across the
Irish Sea.
For a week perhaps or even two, these rough unkempt rogues would camp in a
small clearing in the woods which lay a little beyond Barak’s corrals and chicken
pens.
These wanderers after a winter spent mostly in solitude safe for the company
of the boy were most welcome guests.
So all in all, well yes it must be said with things going just the way they were,
then the giant was indeed a most happy contented man.
With all of this being so, Barak now looked forward most eagerly at returning
to his home set deep in the dark forest.
For a little over a week now, the ogre had drank heavily and feasted a little
greedily within the stone walled castle of his good friend King Aulric.
This as Kye, the young son of the King, he who Barak had saved from the sleep
of the dead, celebrated, this as escaping death now the lad had became betrothed.
Oh and happily for all concerned the young man had done well, yes indeed the
Prince had done very well despite this being an arranged marriage.
The lucky lad had become engaged to the daughter of Hengist, here was a
chieftain who hailed from the snow capped mountains of Cymru.
Thankfully and luckily for Kye this future bride of his was a great beauty, a tall
willowy, black haired creature with deep green eyes and perfectly smooth skin,
skin just as white and unspoiled as the fresh fell snow.
Also as luck would have it, she by all accounts, this by her attentive behaviour
and fawning ways, well she quite obviously was just as much taken with the
Prince as he was with her.
All in all after the past troubles here in Aulric’s domain, Barak supposed this
betrothal was a veritable fairy tale ending, or in this case mayhap a fairytale
beginning.
Perhaps, aye just perhaps deep down a spark of romance still pulsed through
the giants still rock hard body.
Anyway though, well all of this conjecture was of no real matter, true, romance
was romance, but cold practicality was yet another far more important thing.
As now with the mighty all powerful Roman Empire in a sure, steady decline,
friends and allies were needed more than ever, this of course to afford a good
night’s sleep.

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