The King's Excellency, Kamala

Kamala stood in a long, long line of people waiting to talk with the king. By the time she reached the front, the party was nearly over and his excellency seemed rather grumpy. Kamala dulped: "One of your advisors bought my honey a few weeks ago, and I hear that you really enjoyed it" The king narrowed his eyes; he wanted to help her out but didn't want to be seen as bad luck by refusing such a request at a wedding. He offered an unusual offer: She could plant some land on edge of town for free if she sold the harvest after harvesting. Yes! Yes, please. Thank you, Your Majesty. Now