The Royal Tournament – Chapter 1
It was always raining in the land of Gud. It never stopped, so umbrellas were essential. One boy who didn’t have an umbrella was Splidge. He was dripping wet and soaked to the skin, and surprised the City hadn’t flooded long ago.
Seeking shelter, the boy ducked under an arch of the venerable Market Hall. The ancient timber-framed building sat on tall stone pillars in the City centre and made a perfect respite from the constant drizzle. As puddles formed around his shoes, Splidge shook the water from his bedraggled jacket and dried his sandy-coloured hair with a handkerchief.