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Come one, come all, to the Nievelmarch Harvest Showcase!
The time has come once again, when the skies change, and the leaves become red and orange and yellow, and the sun and the heat and the bugs say farewell
When we must gather and we must celebrate, to take stock of our long days and hard work, to compliment our neighbors and share our mirth
Join and sing and dance and laugh, delight in the wonders and the crafts, enjoy a stew and taste the apples, you may even bring home a sample!
Bring your honey, bring your brother, bring your dog and come meet another, Come one, come all, to the Nievelmarch Harvest Showcase!
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Opening[edit | edit source]
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Jack (as narrator): Okay. Let’s see. The town of Nievelmarch lies beside a slow river in the foothills of the craggy Marchmont Mountains. Much is made of a Nievelmarch winter, when snow builds on those bewitched peaks above and falls softly into the fields below. Indeed, there are those who believe the town exists perpetually in a brumal chill, a perfect snowglobe of pitched roofs and icicles. What a convenient thing to think.
No, in Nievelmarch, the seasons turn with the year. In spring, meltwater rushes down the mountains and turns the fields green. Shepherds take their flocks up into the lower hills. The air is sweet. In summer, the water wheels turn slowly, and insects rise from the millponds. Evenings are long, and shadows are longer. The sun sets hot over the mountains. Autumn comes suddenly. Plum orchards heave with fruit. Yards fill with great snaring patches of pumpkins and gourds. Then, once the harvest is brought in, the festivals begin, first to the low gods of the deep earth, then to the high gods in the skies above. In my great grandmother's time, these were festivals of blood; no longer, but that fact has not been forgotten.
And all year round, there is work to do. Who grows the apples for those delightful Nievelmarch pastries? Who digs the gems for the baubles? Who grinds the wheat into flour? Acres of fields that need to be plowed, harrowed, irrigated, kept free of pests; crops that need to be tended, harvested, sold; equipment to be bought and repaired. Maybe Nievelmarch is a snowglobe, but it sits atop a farmers’ almanac.”
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