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“Well, alright.” Lucian relented as he shined a smile, “Its been a few weeks since I have been to town anyways. It would be nice to see everyone again.”
“Great! Lets get the donkey ready!” Cheered Odgu as she clasped the hands on Lucian’s and then quickly ran off.
It did not take very long for the pair of them to get the animal and stuff together. The Donkey was an old ass of thirty five years old. He was an old beast but ever since he was bought from the village of Malet he had been faithful and strong.
The wagon that Lucian rolled out to hook up to the donkey was a single axle wagon. The construction of which was far older than even himself. Most of the repairs to the wheels and axle were done so many times over the years that it was hardly the same wagon it had once been. Even with that considered it was far more capable of long distances than the wheelbarrows that were scattered across the village.
Once latched to the donkey the berries were loaded on the back in about ten bushels. Already these fruits were starting to bleed in the wooden container that they were picked into for storage. If there was one thing that the family of Verac was proud of, it was the berries that came out of their fields.
With the goods loaded they were off.
The trip across the Brienne Valley and Plains was a pleasant one. Walking through the forest the two siblings were welcome to streams falling from cliff faces and the dozen or so animals that were frolicking across from them. They had spoken at the start of their journey but soon they were simply silent. Each enjoying the beauty as the forest and cliffs slowly became the rolling plains that Aquitaine was known for.
Here and there vineyards and fields were as far as the eye could see. Each and every one of these were of excellent quality to the knowledge of Lucian. He could see children playing while the men and women worked out in the fields for their daily work.
He always loved going down these roads. He loved them and the dukedom that he was but a single member of.
