Unconventional, yes, but this whole writing is yet to be consolidated as a whole anyway - so for reasons that I might make clearer later, here is the chronologically last part of the story:
Finally Adrian had claimed the Golden Lentil and returned to the Clockwork City. Just in time, too, because people were beginning to starve to death. He was outside the western gate and talking to the same man who had sent him on this journey.
‘Your clues were helpful… I guess,’ he mumbled.
Egghead sighed, ‘I’m afraid that if I hadn’t given you those clues you wouldn’t have had such a hard time. It’s all to do with narrative flow.’
‘What?’
‘Oh, never mind. Anyway, you’d better get that Lentil in the ground.’
Adrian ceremoniously lowered the legume into a hole dug by the substantially compensated farmer. As soon as the earth was replaced over it, a plant more than two metres tall burst from within the ground like a firework. Within seconds, pods had exploded all around, and any fertile soil within a kilometre was springing with lentils itself. Within a clearing in the forest, a new lentil plant was approached by a battle scarred spinach which made whistling noises, and the fields of the fiefdom were filled with plentiful and healthy food.
The story of Adrian and the Golden Lentil was spread throughout the land, and before long the City became a regional tourist attraction. Out of the flow of foreigners, the Prince was even able to trap a wife. That certainly calmed him down. Everyone in the end lived happily – until the next time Adrian was needed to help them out.
Finally Adrian had claimed the Golden Lentil and returned to the Clockwork City. Just in time, too, because people were beginning to starve to death. He was outside the western gate and talking to the same man who had sent him on this journey.
‘Your clues were helpful… I guess,’ he mumbled.
Egghead sighed, ‘I’m afraid that if I hadn’t given you those clues you wouldn’t have had such a hard time. It’s all to do with narrative flow.’
‘What?’
‘Oh, never mind. Anyway, you’d better get that Lentil in the ground.’
Adrian ceremoniously lowered the legume into a hole dug by the substantially compensated farmer. As soon as the earth was replaced over it, a plant more than two metres tall burst from within the ground like a firework. Within seconds, pods had exploded all around, and any fertile soil within a kilometre was springing with lentils itself. Within a clearing in the forest, a new lentil plant was approached by a battle scarred spinach which made whistling noises, and the fields of the fiefdom were filled with plentiful and healthy food.
The story of Adrian and the Golden Lentil was spread throughout the land, and before long the City became a regional tourist attraction. Out of the flow of foreigners, the Prince was even able to trap a wife. That certainly calmed him down. Everyone in the end lived happily – until the next time Adrian was needed to help them out.
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