The Contraband

“I came here to help,” he said gazing at the large expanse of land.

“Help?” I quipped, laughing.

“Lady Lysandra will be very unhappy to see that you have done nothing but sleep all day,” said Nolan.

“That is her problem; even if I had started at the crack of dawn I would not be halfway through,” I pointed out.

“It is not about clearing the grass. It is about building endurance and strength. St