Vasarius said, ‘What do you offer?’
Roo said, ‘Almost anything you can imagine, m’lord.’ He paused, then he said, ‘Luxuries, rarities, and novelties.’ Vasarius didn’t blink. Roo spoke again. ‘Lumber, coal, and beef.’ A spark ignited in Vasarius’s eyes, and Roo knew he was now an equal player in this game. He felt a warm tingle of success begin to spread inside him; Roo was in his element. It was time to haggle.
Vasarius said, ‘What cargo would you wish to secure?’
‘Well, as a matter of fact I have a commission, which, should I fulfill it, would be a great beginning to any such trading association.’
‘What do you seek to buy?’
‘Fire oil.’
Vasarius blinked. It was the most overt reaction Roo had witnessed so far, and he knew that this was a man he didn’t want to face in a card game. But he knew he had surprised him.
‘Fire oil?’
‘Yes, I’m sure your intelligence has told you the Kingdom is preparing for war.’ He slipped into the speech James had had him memorize. ‘Kesh moves along the Vale again, and we fear it seeks to invade. With a new Prince in Krondor and no practiced General leading the Armies of the West, it would be prudent to equip as well as possible. We are training additional men for the Prince’s army and seek to bolster our defenses with fire oil. We know how to produce it, as I am sure you’re aware; it’s no longer a secret. But we lack facilities to produce it in sufficient volume to provide any viable amount.’
‘How much do you desire?’
‘Ten thousand barrels.’
Roo watched and again there were flickers in the man’s eyes: shock, followed almost at once by greed. Roo reconsidered, and wondered if he could get this man into a game of cards.
FOUR - Relationships
Dash laughed.
Jimmy said, ‘And then I asked, “Are the red bulbs more difficult to cultivate than the yellow?” ‘
Owen Greylock, Knight-Captain of the Prince’s Army of the West, said, ‘You came close to a personal insult, James.’
Jimmy smiled. ‘In that strange land, what I said was far more important than what I meant.’ He took another drink from his ale. ‘I might have found the girl attractive in different circumstances, but her contempt for me simply because I came from another land . . . it made any notion of romance impossible.’
Roo said, ‘Well, you didn’t seem to have any problems with that young serving girl later that night.’
Jimmy smiled. ‘I thought you were asleep.’
Roo shook his head. ‘I was, but you woke me up. I decided it was less awkward to feign sleep. Besides, I’ve had friends coupling a few feet away before, in camp.’ He glanced at Erik.
Kitty, who had been standing behind Roo, filling ale tankards, said, ‘Oh?’ in a meaningful tone, then turned and walked away.
Roo laughed, and so did the others as Erik began to blush. ‘What’s this, then?’ asked Duncan Avery. ‘Something going on between you two?’
Erik said, ‘Not that I’m aware of.’ He glanced at Kitty’s retreating back. ‘I don’t think so, anyway.’
‘Think so?’ said Jadow Shati. ‘Man, there either is or there isn’t. That’s simple enough even for someone as dim as you, and that’s the truth.’
Erik stood up. ‘I guess. Excuse me.’
Jadow laughed as Erik followed Kitty. The Sergeant from the Vale of Dreams said, ‘Man, if that boy was any dumber when it comes to women, we’d have to kill him to put him out of his misery.’
Jimmy glanced at his brother, and Dash said, ‘I don’t know. Kitty’s a strange girl. I think she just . . . likes having someone solid around.’
Roo said, ‘Erik’s that.’
Erik reached the bar and said, ‘Kitty?’
‘Yes, Sergeant Major?’ she asked coolly.
‘Ah . . .’ He blushed again. She fixed him with an unwavering glance. ‘I . . . uh.’
‘Spit it out before you choke.’
‘What did you mean, at the table?’
‘Mean?’ she asked, a skeptical expression on her face. ‘By what?’
‘By that “Oh”.’
‘Nothing. Just “Oh,” as in “Oh.”‘
Erik suddenly realized he was being made a fool of, and he felt his color rising. ‘You’re making sport of me.’
She reached across the bar and patted his cheek. ‘It’s so easy to do.’
‘What is this?’ he asked, losing any sense of humor in the situation. ‘Are you mad at me?’
She sighed. ‘I’m just mad at men in general.’
Erik said, ‘Well, take it out on someone else.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘You’ve suddenly got a tender side for a man who’s killed dozens and bedded whores next to his friends.’
Erik felt flustered. This girl’s attitude was getting under his skin. ‘What would you have of me?’ he asked in exasperation.
Kitty studied his face a long, silent moment, then said in a low voice, ‘I don’t know.’
Erik stared at her. The torchlight reflected off a faint sheen of moisture on her upper lip. She was perspiring lightly despite the cool of the evening.