The Time Traveller

Kiki is just an ordinary girl with a normal family and a familiar life. But then Kiki finds herself in Carn Euny hundreds of years ago and her unforgettable adventure starts with a bang. The people of Carn Euny are in deep trouble; a tribe approaches ever closer wanting war and they can't think of any ways to fight them off. Kiki is told that if she can help she will become famous and loved. All her life Kiki has felt unimportant...will this be her time to shine?


8. At Market


“Thank you!” I cried. “Yes, thank you Father! I’ll see you at home!” Brena shouted as we backed out of the hut and into the flow of busy people again. “I’m very grateful.” I added, for good measure. He winked at me and I felt at last I’d gained his trust. But I knew what he had said was true; it would be hard to make so many in so little time. Especially if he’d never seen them before.

When Brena and I reached the cosy, little hut one more, Brena’s Mum greeted us, warmly. “How did it go?” she asked, and then, without waiting for a reply continued. “Will you do me a favour, Brena? We need some grain from the market. And some berries. The summer berries should just about be in but maybe you should just pick some from the borders.  We’re tight on things to bargain for at the moment. If they’re selling some vegetables at the Market that would be great.” “What sort of vegetables, Mother? And yes, of course I’ll go.” Brena said, cheerfully, heading to the open door. “Carrots might be there. Give the lady some old scraps of sheep skin. You never know you might get lucky.” laughed the kindly lady. Brena set off and I made to follow but Brena’s Mother stopped me in my tracks and said, “Oh dear girl, you don’t have to go. It’s very boring. Stay here if you like!” I wanted to go though and by the looks on Brena’s face she wanted me to go with her! “It’s OK, I’ll go with Brena.” I replied, smiling contentedly. “If you’re sure.” said Brena’s Mum. I said I was. Very sure.

 Brena and I went outside again and walked to the Market together, happy as larks. The Market had crates full to bursting of different coloured grains and various English vegetables. Brena’s Mum was right, there were some summer berries that were in season but as Brena went to pick some out I reminded her of what her Mum said. So we went to the plump lady standing by the stalls. “Can we have four carrots, please...and maybe some dark grain? Or light grain? What do you think, Kiki?” Brena turned to me. “I’d say light. It looks nicer. How about a basket too, we haven’t anything to put the berries in when we pick them if not!” I suggested, shyly. “If this lady will bargain with us...” Brena said, pointedly to the lady. The woman looked at the sheep skin; Brena and I looked at each other, both thinking this lady wasn’t too willing about the deal.

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