Twenty-five Barbadians had been slaughtered in a... Twenty-five Barbadians had been slaughtered in a passHe was fairly certain Alessan had been there
"Your wife or your goods?" one of the other Barbadians sneered"We know which you people value more He looked past Baerd to where Catriana stood, and there was a loose, heavy-lidded look in his faceThe other soldiers laughedBaerd quickly lowered his head again; he didn't want them to see the death that was in his eyesHe remembered that kind of laughter, the resonance of itHad led, in a square in Tigana eighteen years agoHe was silent, eyes downcast, murder in his heart, bound close
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"What are you carrying?" the first Barbadian rapped out, his voice blunt as a trowel
"Ale," Baerd said, squeezing his hands together"Only barrels of ale for the north
"Ale for Ferraut? You are a liar
"No, no," Baerd said hastilyWe got a very good priceEleven astins the barrelGood enough to be worth taking all the way northWe are bound for Astibar with thisWe can sell it for three times that
Which would have been true, had he not paid twenty-three astins for each of these
At a gesture from the leader two of the Barbadians dismountedThey cracked open one of the
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The leader looked over, saw his men nod, and turned back to BaerdThere was a malicious smile on his face
"Eleven astins a barrel? Truly a good priceSo good, that even a grasping merchant will not hesitate to donate them to the army of Barbadior that defends you and your kind
Baerd had been half expecting thisCareful to stay in character, he said, "If if it is your desire, then yeswould you care to buy it, at only the price I paid?"
There was a silenceBehind the six Barbadians the
chanel earrings army was still marching down the roadIt had almost passed them byHe had a decent estimate of how many there wereThen the man on the horse in front of him drew his swordBaerd heard Catriana make a small sound behind himThe Barbadian leaned forward over the neck of his horse, weapon extended, and delicately touched Baerd on his bearded cheek with the flat of his blade
"We do not bargain," he said softlyOffer us a gift, merchant He moved the blade a littleBaerd could feel it nicking and fretting against his faceplease accept this ale from us as a gift to the men of the Third
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"Why thank you, merchant," the man said with lazy sarcasmSlowly, sliding it along Baerd's cheek like an evil caress, he drew back his sword"And since you have given us these barrels, you will surely not begrudge us the horse and cart that carry them?"
"Take the cart as well," Baerd heard himself sayingHe felt suddenly as if he had left his bodyAs if he were floating above this scene, looking down
And it was as from that high, detached vantage point that he seemed to see the Barbadians move to claim their
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