Jope held on tight to the railings of the basket as the balloon rose. Below, the King and his wizard watched.
From his ever increasing altitude he could see for leagues in every direction. The drought was turning crops brown throughout the realm.
He could no longer see the King. Even the Palace was a speck. Soon he would enter the clouds. Once he was above them, he would start seeding them with the wizard’s powder. With luck, and if the wizard was not a fraud, it would make rain.
If only there was a way to get back down.