The carts rustled violently as they traversed the rough terrain leading away from the harbor, pulled along by great bovine beasts that shook the earth as they marched. There were large crates and baskets filled with exotic produce from across the sea. Straw and bundles of clothe cushioned the pieces of cargo so the rocking would not damage anything. One wagon was stacked high with cages filled with birds, rabbits, and other small game while a long train of larger herd beasts followed behind. Hairy bovine, black faced sheep, mountain elk, and Red Mud boars. One wagon was stuffed with baskets of fruits and nuts and salted or preserved meats, all snugly fitted between large wheels of hard cheeses. Inside one basket of persimmons, huddled among the round orange citrus, was a human stowaway.
A very reluctant human stowaway.
The little girl had only wanted a piece of fruit, having watched hoards of the bright foreign jewels being unloaded from a single ship and into baskets that were then lo