Segment of a longer science fiction essay.

Then gaius went with a leap over the Green River at the door of the tree houses, the Green was flashing, clear in the sunlight when he passed over it, tillens shadow blessed the water for a short moment afterwards also. They ran to catch the ox cart, haver sacks bouncing, filled with lunch and valuables, not the treasures that once adorned the hiding wall nooks back home, these were things man and creature could use in trade, trade for life itself, these were money, the money gaiuses parents had given him, and the same for tillen also, it was gold, and silver coins, and copper, more in abu…