Shumbachena: White Lion

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As we entered, my senses were met with an overpowering smell of unwashed bodies and cooking meat. People milled around everywhere. There was a lot of noise and I saw that there were market stalls selling meats, clothing, weapons and other bits and pieces. We moved on through the crowds and headed towards a large stone building that had the look of a tavern. Morwell pulled up outside the building and dismounted, gesturing for me to stay in the saddle and wait. The building was large and three stories high. A large veranda straddled the complete frontal area of the building. A few minutes later Morwell reappeared with a short stocky looking man following behind him. Morwell motioned for me to dismount. Morwell then removed his saddlebags as did I. The stocky man then took up the reins of our mounts and walked them away. I then followed Morwell up the stairs and into the building. I was right, it was a tavern, and boy was it heaving with people. I followed closely behind Morwell and followed him up the stairs to the top floor. Morwell pointed to a door and I entered. Inside, a small single bed and a stand-alone washbasin stood near the window. Well, I at least knew I had a bed for the night. I closed the door after seeing where Morwell's room was and removed my cloak. I dumped my bags on the bed and went over to the washbasin. I poured some water into the basin from a metal jug, splashed water on my face, and washed through my hair with my fingers. While washing I could feel stubble on my face and wondered to myself if I should try and shave or just grow a beard. I couldn't see any sort of razor so I left that thought alone for the time being. After drying off I felt really invigorated. As I lay on the bed, I looked back on what had happened to me over the last day or so. It was hard to comprehend everything that I had seen and done in such a short period of time. One thing I knew for sure was I was missing Patria. I actually felt a stab of regret in having left her be

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Good day to you all My name is Nicholas A Stanton. I was born is Swindon Wiltshire England. I spent most of my life, though, living in Zimbabwe. My parents moved to Rhodesia in 1974, whos name then changed to Zimbabwe Rhodesia and then finally to Zimbabwe. I lived in three different countries without ever having to move. Major savings on any relocation charges, that's for sure. Zimbabwe is a wonderful and beautiful part of the world and i hope that its troubles will be sorted out soon. Africa will always be in my blood. The experiences that i had while living there will never ever be forgotten. I moved back to Swindon in 2000 with my lovely wife and baby daughter. The rest of the family soon followed. Unfortunatly my mother died just over a year later. I sorely miss her with all my heart. I never had time to say goodbye, which is why i have included her in my book as the professors wife, Jeanne Stanton. I hope a copy of my novel reaches her. My novel "Shumbachena" is a Fantasy Adventure and written in the first person. I used the name "Shumbachena" because it is the nickname my wife bestowed on me. Its translation to English, from Shona, is White Lion. I had great fun writting it and i hope that readers of Fantasy Adventure will enjoy the story. I have based quite a few of the charactors on my family and friends. I know you will enjoy the read. Yours Shumbachena

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