"That's what they all say," replied Dante.
"You show me the color of your money, I'll show you the color of my seed."
"Money is my other favorite subject," said Dante. "How much are we talking about?"
"How many seeds are we talking about?" shot back the Candy Man.
"Fifty now, more later."
"You'd better go easy on them, Mr. Alighieri. Use them up in less than half a Standard year and there won't be any later."
"How I use them is my business," said Dante irritably. "Yours is selling them to me, and you can't do that without naming a price."
"For fifty? Are we talking credits, or New Stalin ruples, or . . . ?"
"Whatever you want."
"Most of my clients use credits," said the Candy Man. "Fifty seed will cost you two and a half million."
"You've got to be kidding!" exclaimed Dante.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"I can get fifty prime seeds for an even million on Beta Cordero II!"
"Nobody lives on Beta Cordero II."
"Somebody does now."
"And they're selling seed at fifty for a million?" demanded the Candy Man.
"Right. Are you going to match their price, or am I going to walk?"
"Walk if you want, Mr. Alighieri, but I guarantee you won't be dealing with anyone on Beta Cordero II."
"Why not?" said Dante.
"Because I don't take kindly to people poaching in my sector. When I'm done with them, Beta Cordero II will be unpopulated again."
"Maybe this guy is thinking of coming to Alibaster and taking over your operation," said Dante. "It makes no difference to me, as long as I get my seed."
The Candy Man threw back his head and laughed. "I like your sense of humor, Mr. Alighieri! I'm so well-protected that not even Santiago himself could lay a finger on me."
Dante returned his smile. "Not even Santiago?" he repeated. "That's must be a comforting thought."
He was still smiling when the Candy Man went off to plot his next move against his newest rival.
21.
One is the Blade, one is the Knife,
One takes your money, one takes your life.
They're never alone, they're never apart,
Stay on your guard or they'll cut out your heart.
Dante followed the Candy Man's female bodyguards—one tall and auburn-haired, one tall and blonde—down the streets of Snakepit until they stopped at an elegant restaurant. He waited to make sure they were there to eat rather than extort money or perhaps meet their boss, and then he entered and approached their table.
"Good evening," he said. "We met briefly at my hotel last night. May I join you?"
Their expressions said they'd just as soon kill him as look at him.
"I just want to talk to you for a few minutes," he said. "Tell you what: if you don't like what I have to say, I'll pay for dinner."
They exchanged glances, and then the auburn-haired one nodded her assent.
"Sit," she said.
"Thank you." Dante pulled up a chair and sat down.
"What do you want?" said the blonde.
"I told you: I want to talk to you."
"You'd better make it good," said the blonde. "You've already lied to the Candy Man."
"Me?" said Dante, surprised. "About what?"
"You've never chewed a seed in your life."
"Why would you say something like that?" asked Dante with mock indignation.
"Because they were delivered to you this morning, and you're still clear-eyed and clear-headed," she said. "No seed chewer in the galaxy could go all day without chewing one, and once they do that, they're in their own world for days."
"I have excellent self-control."
A waiter approached, and the blonde waived him away. He bowed obsequiously and went off to serve a table at the far end of the restaurant.
The auburn-haired woman suddenly laid a screecher on the table next to her fork. "If you lie one more time, Mr. Alighieri, I'm going to kill you right here, right now. I assure you this is not an idle threat. Now tell us why you are here."
"What makes you think—?" he began, and her hand closed on the sonic pistol. He stopped and sighed. "I followed you here because I want to talk a little business with you."
"And you've never chewed a seed, have you?"
"No, I never have."
"All right, Mr. Alighieri," said the blonde. "You have a business proposition for us. We're listening."
"If we don't like what we hear," added the auburn-haired one, "we can always kill you later."
"Just relax," said Dante. "You're going to want to thank me, not kill me."
"I hope so for your sake," said the blonde.
"Before I begin, I'd feel much more comfortable if I knew your names," said Dante. They exchanged glances again. "How can it hurt?"
"I'm the Knife," said the blonde. She gestured to her partner. "She's the Blade. That's all you have to know."
"Interesting sobriquets," commented Dante.
"Get on with it," said the Blade impatiently.
"All right," said Dante. "Let me begin by saying that the Candy Man has an impressive organization, not the least of which are you two."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," said the Blade.
"Except an early death," chimed in the Knife. "Now either tell us what you came to tell us or we'll kill you."
He stared at them. They had lovely faces, but there was no compassion in them, no trace of mercy at all. These ladies were not ambivalent about killing.
"As I was saying, the Candy Man has a good organization, as well he should. He's the biggest fish in a small pond—but a bigger fish has come to the Frontier. Not to put too fine a point on it, your boss's days are numbered."
"Explain," said the Knife.
"Santiago has set up shop in this sector. It's as simple as that. Your boss is a walking dead man."
"Santiago?" repeated the Knife, frowning. "What are you talking about?"
"Santiago has been dead for centuries!" added the Blade.
"A popular misconception," replied Dante. "He's alive, he's nearby, and he will not tolerate any competition. His organization dwarfs what the Candy Man's set up, and he's getting more powerful every day. You wouldn't believe some of the people who've joined him."
"Like who?" said the Knife dubiously.
"Like Waltzin' Matilda. Like Dimitrios of the Three Burners. Like the Rough Rider." He paused after each name for it to sink in, then added the clincher. "Like the One-Armed Bandit."
The Blade looked impressed. The Knife looked dubious. "If he's got all that firepower, why did he send you?" she demanded. "In fact, why are we still alive?"
"That's what I'm here to discuss with you."
"Why we're alive?"
"Why he's allowing you to live," said Dante. "There's a reason. Would you like to hear it?"
"We're listening," said the Blade.
"Santiago's got his fingers in a thousand pies on ten thousand worlds," said Dante. "He can't be bothered with the day- to-day operation of one obscure little drug ring that only covers half a dozen systems."