Mohenjo Daro Page #2

as I had imagined it would be.

Even I feel the same! As if I was

born to be here! Just look at them!

We have come here only for trade!

Do not forget!

But I'm doing just that...

I'm trading my heart!

Idiot!

Colorful beauties...

from the land of Dilmoon!

The skull of a Zebu bull!

Quickly, find a place for your stall

or you will be left standing.

Hurry up...

Stop!

Quickly, quickly!

If the bazaar has any sparkle this year

it's because of those foreign traders!

Foreign traders? Where?

That group with the tall hats...

they are from Dilmoon!

They trade the goods that they

acquire here, in faraway lands.

They are Makkans - their ships

are said to be so big that...

they can easily carry a

hundred travellers across the sea...

and it takes them some

twenty suns to reach Makkan.

Twenty suns?! Do their ships

not fall off at the edge of the sea?

Only those who have

travelled, would know.

And they are from Bukhara -

the faraway lands in the cold North.

But what is this strange

creature they bring with them?

Does it give milk?

No, not milk,

it runs fast, helps travel.

- What is it called?

- Hor-se!

Hor-se!

One hour has passed!

Use this indigo to color your clothes

or paint it on your walls... take it!

We will give you 8 sacks

of wheat for 3 sacks of indigo.

No, I cannot accept

less than 1O sacks of wheat!

No, not 10... 8 sacks!

Please, take a look at the quality.

Highest class of seeds, sown

and harvested at the right time...

watered by the pure Nara river and

grown with the love of Amri village.

These are the qualities of my indigo.

That is why I cannot accept

less than 1O sacks of wheat.

Listen!

Take whatever they are offering,

the market is slow this time.

They will barter elsewhere.

Sarman, don't forget what Uncle

had said... don't drop the value!

But there is an abundance of traders,

then why is the market slow?

Traders are here to take

advantage of the farmers!

The dam on the Sindhu river

is affecting the entire region.

Dam?

Wait... wait!

Hojo, seal the deal

with 8 sacks of wheat!

Right!

Elephant tusks for your home!

- I thank you.

- I am Lothar, a guard of Mohenjo Daro.

You gave your shawl

to that madman Jakhiro.

No one here does that.

No... no, please don't do this!

We are weavers from Kot Diji.

Sindhu river changed course...

and swept away our village,

our homes, our fields, everything.

Now there is no food to eat,

even the woven cloth was swept away.

This is Moonja,

the Senate Chief Maham's son!

A few cloth bundles and

threads is all that we have.

If we get 4 Lapis Lazuli in

return for our cloth...

our villagers

will be able to sustain.

Look weaver...

the fair value is 2 Lapis Lazuli.

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