Roo shook his head. ‘No, but I need to speak to Duke James.’ He stood, walked to the rail, and shouted down, ‘Dash?’
‘Yes, Mr Avery,’ came the response from below. Dash looked up from a Bitter Sea Company desk where he was going over shipping invoices with two of Roo’s scribes. ‘What can I do for you, sir?’ While informal when alone with his employer, Dash always observed the formalities at Barret’s and other public places.
‘I need to see your grandfather at his earliest convenience.’
‘Now?’ said Dash, half rising.
Roo waved him back into his chair. ‘Tomorrow is soon enough.’
From the doorway a voice said, ‘Now would be better.’
Dash looked up as Roo craned his neck to see who spoke, and Dash said, ‘Grandfather!’
The Duke of Krondor entered, flanked by two palace guardsmen. A general stir sounded in the lower floor and several of the members rose and bowed slightly as word of the visitor spread. James came to the railing that prevented non-members from entering the trading floor, and one of the guards opened the gate. James passed through and mounted the stairs to the upper floor of Barret’s. It was a tremendous breach of protocol for a non-member to do so unless he was there on business, but Roo decided it wasn’t the time to inform the most powerful noble in the Kingdom of that detail.
James spoke to Luis and Duncan. ‘Leave us.’ He leaned over the railing and said, ‘Dash, ensure we’re undisturbed.’
Dash moved to the foot of the stairs and tried not to grin as he saw his grandfather’s guards also take up position at the foot of the stairway.
Keeping his voice low so as not to be overheard below, James said, ‘It’s time for us to do some business.’
Roo didn’t like the sound of that, but he shrugged. ‘Sooner or later.’
‘I need two million golden sovereigns.’
Roo blinked. His net worth was several times that, but he wasn’t that liquid. To put his hands on that much gold would require some restructuring of his business. ‘How soon do you need it?’
‘Yesterday, but tomorrow will suffice.’
‘And the interest?’
James smiled. ‘Whatever you like, within reason. You understand that we may not be in a position to repay this loan.’
Roo nodded. ‘If you can’t repay this loan, I doubt I’ll be in a position to complain.’
James said, ‘How soon can I see the gold?’
‘I can have a half-million golden sovereigns at the palace by the end of business tomorrow. The other million and a half will take a few days to arrange. I’m going to overtax most of the moneylenders in the city. I’m going to have to do some business in the East, as well.’ Leaning back, he said, ‘Would you do me the courtesy of a bit more advance notice next time, Your Grace?’
‘No,’ said James. ‘Things come up.’
‘Speaking of which,’ said Roo, ‘I just got another trade concession rejected by the Keshian trade legate. Is there anything you can do to help me overcome this problem?’
‘Possibly,’ said James. ‘Right now we’re doing a lot of business with Kesh.’
‘The gold?’ asked Roo, raising an eyebrow in question.
‘A very fat bribe for several well-placed Keshian nobles.’
‘Very fat,’ agreed Roo. ‘Are you attempting to overthrow the Emperor?’
James stood. ‘It would take a great deal more gold than that to even dream of such a move. There may not be enough gold in existence to overthrow Great Kesh.’ James hesitated, then said, ‘So you know. We have a southern border to worry about.’
Roo nodded. ‘I figured out that much by myself.’ He stretched and stood up. ‘I am interested in how you propose to deal with Kesh during the coming invasion.’
‘I’m working on several different contingencies,’ said James. ‘But one of them is to ensure that enough Keshian soldiers are in the right place to encourage the Emerald Queen’s army to stay where we want them.’
Roo nodded. ‘No sweeps south of Krondor, up into the mountains from the Vale of Dreams.’
‘Something like that. That sort of move would require that the Emerald Queen overrun the dwarves at Dorgin, which has never been done.’ James smiled ruefully. ‘But even old King Halfdan’s army would be put to rout by this host, I’m afraid.’
Roo shrugged. He had heard stories of the dwarves’ fierceness in warfare, but had never met one of them.
As James turned to leave, Roo came around the desk. ‘No need to see me to the door,’ said the Duke. ‘I can find my own way.’
As he reached the top of the stairs, he said, ‘Oh, by the way, stop trying to squirrel away your wealth in the East and the Free Cities. I’m going to need most of it for the war.’
Roo didn’t even attempt to look shocked or deny the truth; he had been taking small amounts of capital and moving it quietly out of Krondor. ‘Very well,’ he said with honest resignation in his voice. ‘Trying to outfox you is a waste of energy.’