“Hush. I’m the one taking the risks, so I’ll be the one to say what I will or will not do. You’ve naught to do but wait here and mind things while I’m gone. And see that your own tongue doesn’t wag.” He turned back to me. “It will be a gold each, up front. And another on the other side of the river. A third at the Mountain border.”
“Ah!” The price was shocking. “We can’t . . .” Starling dug her nails suddenly into my wrist. I shut my mouth.
“You will never convince me the pilgrims paid that much,” Starling said quietly.
“They have their own horses and wagons. Food supplies, too.” He cocked his head at us. “But you look to be folk traveling with what’s on your backs and no more.”
“And a lot easier to conceal than a wagon and team. We’ll give you one gold now, and one at the Mountain border. For both of us,” Starling offered.
He leaned back in his chair and pondered a moment. Then he poured more brandy all round. “Not enough,” he said regretfully. “But I suspect it’s all you have.”
It was more than I had. I hoped, perhaps, it was what Starling had. “Take us over the river for that much,” I offered. “From there, we’re on our own.”
Starling kicked me under the table. She seemed to be speaking only to me as she said, “He’s taking the others to the Mountain border and across it. We may as well enjoy the company that far.” She turned back to Nik. “It will have to take us all the way to the Mountains.”
Nik sipped at his brandy. He sighed heavily. “I’ll see your coin, begging your pardon, before we say it’s a bargain.”
Starling and I exchanged glances. “We’ll require a private moment,” she said smoothly. “Begging your pardon.” She rose and taking my hand, led me to the corner of the room. Once there she whispered, “Have you never bargained before in your life? You give too much, too fast. Now. How much coin do you truly have?”
For answer, I upended my purse in my hand. She picked through the contents as swiftly as a magpie stealing grain. She hefted the coins in her hand with a practiced air. “We’re short. I thought you’d have more than this. What’s that?” Her finger jabbed at Burrich’s earring. I closed my hand around it before she could pick it up.
“Something very important to me.”
“More important than your life?”
“Not quite,” I admitted. “But close. My father wore it, for a time. A close friend of his gave it to me.”
“Well, if it must go, I’ll see that it goes dearly.” She turned away from me without another word and walked back to Nik. She took her seat, tossed the rest of her brandy down and waited for me. When I was seated, she told Nik, “We’ll give you what coin we have now. It’s not as much as you ask. But at the Mountain border, I’ll give you all my jewelry as well. Rings, earrings, all of it. What say you?”
He shook his head slowly. “It’s not enough for me to risk hanging over.”
“What’s the risk?” Starling demanded. “If they discover you with the pilgrims, you’ll hang. You’ve already been paid for that risk in what they gave you. We don’t increase your risk, only your supply burden. Surely it’s worth that.”
He shook his head, almost reluctantly. Starling turned and held out her hand to me. “Show it to him,” she said quietly. I felt almost sick as I opened my pouch and fingered out the earring.
“What I have might not seem like much at first glance,” I told him. “Unless a person were knowledgeable about such things. I am. I know what I have and I know what it’s worth. It’s worth whatever trouble you’d have to go through for us.”
I spread it out on my palm, the fine silver net trapping the sapphire within. Then I picked it up by the pin and held it before the dancing fire. “It’s not just the silver or the sapphire. It’s the workmanship. Look how supple is the silver net, see how fine the links.”
Starling reached one fingertip to touch it. “King-in-Waiting Chivalry once owned it,” she added respectfully.
“Coins are more easily spent,” Nik pointed out.
I shrugged. “If coins to spend are all a man wants, that is true. Sometimes there is pleasure in the owning of something, pleasure greater than coins in the pocket. But when it is yours, you could change it for coins, if you wished. Were I to attempt it now, in haste, I’d get but a fraction of its worth. But a man with your connections, and the time to bargain well, could get well over four golds for it. But if you’d rather, I could go back to town with it and . . .”
Greed had kindled in his eyes. “I’ll take it,” he conceded.
“On the other side of the river,” I told him. I lifted the jewelry and restored it to my ear. Let him look at it each time he looked at me. I made it formal. “You undertake to get us both safely to the other side of the river. And when we get there, the earring is yours.”
“As your sole payment,” Starling added quietly. “Though we will allow you to hold all our coins until then. As a surety.”
“Agreed, and here’s my hand on it,” he acknowledged. We shook hands.
“When do we leave?” I asked him.
“When the weather’s right,” he said.
“Tomorrow would be better,” I told him.
He rose slowly. “Tomorrow, eh? Well, if the weather’s right tomorrow, then is when we’ll leave. Now I’ve a few things I need to attend to. I’ll have to excuse myself, but Pelf can see to you, here.”
I had expected to walk back to town for the night, but Starling bargained with Pelf, her songs for a meal for us, and then to prepare us a room for the night. I was a bit ill at ease to sleep among strangers, but reflected it might actually be safer than going back to town. If the food Pelf cooked for us was not as fine as we had enjoyed at Starling’s inn the night before, it was still far better than onion-and-potato soup. There was thick slices of fried ham and applesauce and a cake made with fruits and seeds and spices. Pelf brought us beer to go with it and joined us at table, speaking casually of general topics. After we’d eaten, Starling played a few songs for the girl, but I found I could scarcely keep my eyes open. I asked to be shown to a room, and Starling said she, too, was weary.
Pelf showed us to a chamber above Nik’s elaborate room. It had been a very fine room once, but I doubted it had been regularly used for years. She had started a fire in the hearth there, but the long chill of disuse and the must of neglect still filled the room. There was an immense bed with a feather bed on it and graying hangings. Starling sniffed critically at it, and as soon as Pelf left, she busied herself in draping the blankets from the bed over a bench and setting it by the fire. “They will both air and warm that way,” she told me knowledgeably.
I had been barring the door, and checking the latches on the windows and shutters. They all seemed sound. I was suddenly too weary to reply. I told myself it was the brandy followed by the beer. I dragged one chair to wedge it against the door while Starling watched me with amusement. Then I came back to the fire and sank down onto the blanket-draped bench and stretched my legs to the warmth. I toed my boots off. Well. Tomorrow I’d be on my way to the Mountains.
Starling came to sit beside me. For a time she didn’t speak. Then she lifted a finger and batted at my earring with it. “Was it truly Chivalry’s?” she asked me.
“For a while.”
“And you’d give it up to get to the Mountains. What would he say?”
“Don’t know. Never knew the man.” I suddenly sighed. “By all accounts, he was fond of his little brother. I don’t think he’d begrudge me spending it to get to Verity.”
“Then you do go to seek out your king.”