The story thus far:
Nathan Ransom (age 15), A.E. Clipson (age 45), & Traroth the dragon (ageless) are on their way to rescue Nathan's mother, Nicole Ransom, and their friend Jonas Work from the evil 'Dark Order'. En route, they are overtaken by some of the enemy's aerial emissaries:
The black wind; the red wind; the blight-wind; the ill-wind;
The woeful storm and the withering gale;
The turning wrath and the terrible blast;
The wind that whirls at the walks of the dead;
The foggy wind and the fiery wind;
The earthquake-wind and the answerer's call.
It was the worst storm we had ever withstood!
The blasts of driven sand were blinding!
When the furor had cleared, our friends were lost;
When the blast had ceased, they were blown off course.
Nathan looked about himself and asked: 'Where are we now?', and Clipson answered: 'As I live and breathe: the Garden of Wonders! I had no idea it still stood!'.
Said Traroth: 'It does!'.
Nathan asked: 'What's that? I've heard of it before'.
Clipson explained: 'It's only a joke, now, though it was a legend in my youth: a legend of a royal garden of sorts, where vegetables were grown for the feast-days. But such vegetables! The least of them was as big as a human head; the sourest as sweet as an Anjou pear; the driest as moist as a canteloupe; the hardest as soft as a cushion. They were cultivated all year around; and on feast-days, the Queen had them culled, and brought on hand-carts to the kitchen, under her own eyes. But to think that this Garden still lives (even so sadly neglected) is marvellous indeed'.
His characterization, though rude, was apt. The garden, or court-yard, was laid upon a hill-side, with climbing-frames in ranks, partly athwart the slope, and plantation-beds between them. In its mythic past, the thick black soil had supported a manifold of cross-hatched fruits and tubers, alternate with bands of soft, dense grass; but now, all its frames and arbours were overgrown with weeds, with which the fog conspired to conceal the garden and its environs beneath an entanglement of grey. Traroth considered all this with indifference; Clipson with awe; and Nathan, in the impatience natural to youth, hardly considered it at all.
They spent awhile gazing at the ruins; and afterward, went on with their journey.
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