“That won’t be necessary,” he said. He kissed her and the children and left. He congratulated himself on having delayed Amra that long. If he couldn’t carry out his scheme in a week he was lost, anyway. He’d have to walk away from the city and out onto the Xurdimur, even if packs of wild dogs and man-eating grass cats and cannibalistic men and God knew what else did roam the grassy plains.
4
Every city and village of the Empire had its House of Equality, within whose walls distinctions of every type were abandoned. Green did not know the origin of the institution, but he recognized its value as a safety valve to blow off the extreme social pressure put on every class. Here the slave who did not dare open his mouth in the outside mundane world could curse his master to his face and go unpunished by the authorities. Of course, there was nothing to keep the master from retaliating in kind, for the slave also cast off his legal rights when he entered. Violence was not unknown here, though it was infrequent. Blood shed within these walls did not, theoretically, call for punishment. But any murderer would find that, though the police paid no attention to him, he’d have to deal with the slain one’s relatives. Many feuds had had their origin and end here.
Green had excused himself after the evening meal, saying that he had to talk to Miran about getting some spices from Estorya. Also the merchant had mentioned that on his last trip he’d heard that a band of Estoryan hunters were going after the rare and beautiful getzlen bird and that he might find some for sale when he returned there. Zuni’s face lit up, because she desired a getzlen bird even more than a chance to annoy her husband. Graciously she gave Green permission to leave.
Inwardly exultant, though outwardly pulling a long face that was supposed to suggest his sadness at having to leave the Duchess, he backed out of the dining room. Not very gracefully, for Alzo chose that moment to refuse to get out of Green’s path. Green tumbled backward, sprawling over the huge mastiff, who snarled with anger and trembled with hypocritical indignation and bared his fangs with the intention of tearing Green apart. The Earthman did not try to rise, because he did not want to give Alzo an excuse for jumping him. Instead he bared his own teeth and snarled back. The hall roared with laughter and the Duke, holding his sides, tears running from his bulging eyes, rose and staggered over to where the two faced each other on all fours. He clutched Alzo’s spike-studded collar and dragged him away, meanwhile choking out a command to Green to take off while the taking off was good.
Green swallowed his anger, thanked the Duke and left. Swearing that he’d rip the hound apart some day with his bare hands, the Earthman left for the House of Equality. It took all the long rickshaw ride to the temple for him to calm down.
The great central room with its three-story ceiling was full that night. Men in their long evening kilts and women in masks crowded around the gambling tables, the bars and the grudge-stages. There was a large crowd around the platform on which two dealers in wheat were slugging it out to work off resentment arising from business disputes. But by far the greatest number had gathered to watch a husband-and-wife match. His left hand had been tied to his side, and she had been armed with a club. Thus equalized, they’d been given the word to go to it. So far the man had had the worst of the match, as bloody patches on his head and bruises on his arm showed. If he could get the club away from her he had the right to do what he wanted to her. But if she could break his free arm she had him at her complete mercy.
Green avoided the stage, because such barbarous doings made him sick. Looking for Miran, he finally found him rolling a pair of six-sided dice with another captain. This fellow wore the red turban and black robes of the Clan Axucan. He had just lost to Miran and was paying him sixty iquogr, a goodly sum even for a merchant-prince.
Miran took Green’s arm, something he’d never have done outside the House, and led him off to a curtained booth where they could get as much privacy as they wished. He matched Green for drinks; Green lost, and Miran ordered a large pitcher of Chalousma.
“Nothing but the best for yours truly—whenever someone else is paying,” Miran said jovially. “Now, I’m a great one for fun, but I’m here primarily for business. So—let’s have your proposal at once, if you please.”
“First I must have your solemn oath that you will tell absolutely no one what you hear in this booth. Second, that if you reject my idea you do not then use it later on. Third, that if you do accept you will never attempt later on to kill me or get rid of me and thus reap the profits.”
Miran’s face had been blank, but at the word “profits” it twisted into many folds and creases, all expressive of joy.
He reached into the huge purse he carried slung over his shoulder and pulled out a little golden idol of the patron deity of the Clan Effenycan. Putting his right hand upon its ugly head, he lifted his left and said, “I swear by Zaceffucanquanr that I will obey your wishes in this matter. May he strike me with lice, leprosy, lecher’s disease and lightning if I should break this, my solemn vow.”
Satisfied, Green said, “First I want you to arrange for me to be aboard your windroller when you leave for Estorya.”
Miran choked on his wine and coughed and sputtered until Green pounded his back.
“I do not ask that you give me passage back. Now, here’s my idea. You plan to be taking a large cargo of dried fish because the Estoryans’ religion requires that they eat them at every meal and because they use them in great quantities at their numerous festivals.”
“True, true. Do you know, I’ve never been able to figure out why they should worship a fish-goddess. They live over five thousand miles from the sea, and there’s no evidence that any of them have ever been to the sea. Yet, they demand saltwater fish, won’t use the fish from a nearby lake.”
“There’re many mysteries about the Xurdimur. However, they needn’t concern us. Now, do you know that the Estoryans’ Book of Gods places much more ritual-power in freshly killed and cooked fish than in smoked fish? However, they’ve always had to be content with the dried fish the windrollers brought them. What price would they not pay for living sea-fish?”
Miran rubbed his palms together. “Indeed it does make one wonder...?”
Green then outlined his idea. Miran sat stunned. Not at the audacity or originality of the plan, but because it was so obvious that he wondered why neither he nor anyone else had ever thought of it. He said so.
Green drank his wine and said, “I suppose that people wondered the same when the first wheel or bow and arrow were invented. So obvious, yet no one thought of them until then.”
“Let me get this straight,” said Miran. “You want me to buy a caravan of wagons, build water-tight tanks into them and use them to transport ocean fish back to here? Then the wagon bodies, with their contents, will be lifted onto my windroller and fitted into specially prepared racks—or perhaps, holes—on the middeck? Also, you will show me how to analyze sea water so that its formula may be sold to the Estoryans, and they can thus keep the fish alive in their own tanks?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmmm.” Miran ran his fat, ring-studded finger over his hook nose and the square gold ornament hanging therefrom. His single eye glared pale-bluely at Green. The other was covered with a white patch to hide the emptiness left after a ball from a Ving musket had struck it.
“It’s four weeks until the very last day on which I can set sail from here and still get to Estorya and back before the rains come. It’s just barely possible to have the tanks built, get them convoyed down to the seashore, get the fish in and bring them back. Meantime, I can be having the deck altered. If my men work day and night we can make it.”
“Of course, this is a one-shot proposition. You can’t possibly keep a monopoly on the idea, once the first trip is over. Too many people are bound to talk, and the other captains will hear of it.”
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