by Brad Beals
In the high country of the Great King, where the land begins to roll and rise toward the mountains, there lived a young and enterprising wine grower. Each year he would gather his harvest of fat, red grapes, crush them in the pressing vats, and make his wine ready for market.
One day in the bright middle of spring, the wine grower set out with a very special cargo of wine, an enormous barrel of his finest; this carried on a small cart; the cart pulled by a stout mule. What made it special was that this barrel was going not to the market as it did in other years, but to the King's castle, for the wine grower had been chosen to provide the year's wine for the King's own table...
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