The Proud Peacock

[Dasid]

*It took him several weeks to find her and to find where she hid her treasure but Dasid did it; skulking like a vagrant, sneaking like a thief. He managed to get back his money and more. Dasid emptied her treasure chest and left the goods at the church for the priests to distribute.
He then proceeded to do what he was told to do and buy the goods he was asked to get.
Like a proud peacock Dasid; after weeks of absence emerged at the docks sitting tall on a cart filled with goods. The grin would be all that would be recognised of the boy, he was filthy from to to toe but he had suceeded in getting the money back and held a look of sheer exuberance. They would not think bad of him, they would not think he stole the money. Dasid would never let a woman take his charge again. He would tell his tale over and over for all to hear till they would grow tired of him. It was a grand adventure!*

[Dasid]

*he wore a grin that made him look more like a mottled moggy than a young boy. Dasid knew that he would present the goods and the money he saved. How proud he felt that he saved the men from starvation. In the young boys mind, the adventure grew and the fate of the world had in that time rested on him. He imagined cooks face being so thin and him begging him to save him. He imagined the men lifting him up on their shoulders and cheering him on. Dasid puffed out his chest as he sat on the cart of goods like a King of his own imaginative land. Tyrun would be proud of him he thought, even Daddy that hung would hold a gleam in his eye. Ah it was good to be a hero, almost like that Eric the Red fellow the men spoke of.
And so they halted on the harbour this entourage of cart and boy and one very tired donkey.....*