They were soon made to take seats in front of Sir Golan’s desk. Though Lucan was hurting his neck keeping his eyes fixed on the old steward beside him. His father had interrupted his questioning and insisted on letting the old man rest and take a breath before having him regale them with his experience. In hindsight, Lucan agreed.
After enjoying a mont of comfort, Thomas answered his questions before he could ask them. “I brought an apprentice.”
Lucan didn’t know how to respond to that. The steward’s ambiguous words from before had forewarned him that sothing unexpected had happened. But an apprentice was too far off from what he could’ve imagined.
Even his father seed perplexed by the notion, asking incredulously, “An apprentice?”
“There were no other choices in reach,” Thomas said. “Whenever I approached any of the expert silversmiths in the city, I was told politely, and a few tis impolitely, to vacate their workshop. No one was willing to make the journey, regardless of what promises and offers I made.”
“So you brought an apprentice?” Sir Golan asked again.
“He can fill the need, partially,” Thomas said, a touch of exasperation in his voice. “The lad is honest. He’ll be slower at his craft than a journeyman, and he’s not very adroit at making the most delicate of jewelry. But he can handle silverware and such easily though.”
Lucan nodded, glancing between Thomas and his father. “I suppose it will do, Father. Most jewelry is made of more than just one tal, hence I didn’t expect it to be our main focus. Silverware will be sufficient, as long as he can still fulfill any of the simpler requests for jewelry.”
Thomas nodded back. “I believe he can.”
Sir Golan sighed. “At least this ans you didn’t spend the coin.”
A rueful smile ca over Thomas’s face. “Sadly, I did. He needed tools, and I bought so silver for him to prove his capability with, though we can sell the latter in its current form. Cutlery.”
The knight let out another sigh, this ti a tired one. “Very well. You two may handle this as you wish. It’s not as though we can stop now.” He stood up and headed for the door. “I’m going to warm my body and joust with the n.” He glanced at Lucan. “Been an age since you last jousted. Don’t neglect your training. Nothing like breaking a lance upon your enemies when the opportunity arises.”
Lucan acknowledged his father’s words with a low nod before the knight left them and shut the door.
He turned to Thomas. There was much to apprise the old steward of. He proceeded to tell him what had happened recently and it seed to animate the man as he heard about his success with the lake.
“That is most fortunate,” the steward said with a wide smile. “It’s early, but fortunate.” He got off his seat, grabbed a map, and spread it on the desk. “Even if there are no rchants to take the salt off our hands nowadays, our neighbors and their subjects will be happy to buy it.”
Lucan hadn’t thought of that, his mind having been focused on the soon-to-co rchants, but Thomas was right. Their neighbors would savor the opportunity to buy salt from a local source. No people could live without its powers of preservation, after all. at, fish, cheese, and even vegetables were kept whole for longer than they could ever normally endure through the use of salt. The wealthy used it as a condint to most of their food and would even stockpile it in anticipation of shortages.
“I suppose we should send word to our neighbors then,” Lucan said. “And while on this subject, we should send to Sir Wolfe and Sir Upton for the silver.”
“Was an agreent reached?” Thomas asked.
“Yes,” Lucan said. “Father spoke to them soon after you left. The ore will be slted in their encampnt before being sent here. What isn’t used by our silversmith will be sold as it is to the rchants. They will send soone to watch over it and oversee its sale of course. Fortunately, at least this ti, we won’t have to hand over coin for the tal that’s to be used by our silversmith until the rchants arrive. We can sell his work then and even the scales.”
“Brilliant,” Thomas said. “I didn’t anticipate such prompt acceptance. But I suppose the two knights must be quite busy establishing proper mining works.”
“Yes,” Lucan said. “They were all too happy to have us take the silver off their hands with my father’s word that they wouldn’t be deceived in their dues.”
“Very well. I will have word sent to them right away.”
Lucan nodded then he rembered the matter he’d just been discussing with his father. He thought the steward’s opinion on it might prove valuable. “There’s sothing else, Thomas,” he said, stopping the old man before he turned to leave. Then he told him of his idea to loan livestock to the hamlet near the lake.
After hearing it, Thomas humd for a while and then spoke. “I reckon it could bear its fruit. But…you see, Lucan, even in a year, when these n are ready to salt their cheese and cure their ats, even then, you know that they would still not be able to afford the salt needed to make it, yes? You would have to loan them that too.”
Lucan was speechless. He hadn’t taken that into consideration. Yes, he’d loaned them the foundation to thrive in the years to co, but he hadn’t considered that they barely had anything today and now, and they were unlikely to be much wealthier within a year. They would find it difficult to make the best of what he’d give. And they would even struggle to feed the livestock during this year, considering grazing could only be relied on for so much. He sighed. “I suppose I will loan them the salt too. At least that won’t cost us coin.”
“It will when we’re selling the salt,” Thomas said with a pitying smile, as though he could read into Lucan’s mind.
“Well, it won’t vex Father,” Lucan said with a grin.
Thomas gave him a knowing smile. “I suppose it won't. Though if this all goes as you’ve planned, I don’t think your father would distrust your judgnt when it cos to the treasury anymore.”
“I suppose not. Not that he has hindered any of my undertakings so far. But I can indeed feel the concern exuding from him over our current state.”
Soon, their conversation ended with the steward hurrying to handle the discussed affairs.
Arrangents were made. Thomas ntioned knowing soone in Lord Arden’s territory who could source a small herd of goats for them, and a few cattle would be bought from local farrs as Lucan had planned.
By the afternoon, word had been sent for all three matters, salt, silver, and livestock to be handled. Hopefully, it would all be done within the coming few days.
A fortnight later, Lucan was riding with Thomas into the hamlet, a cart trailing them slowly. The livestock had preceded them in arriving, and the residents of the surrounding hovels were out to both watch the spectacle and greet them. An elder was leading the villagers, and once he saw Lucan and Thomas approaching, he rushed to et them from a distance.
Lucan was in a favorable mood today, particularly because he’d just tasted their first produce of salt on his morning al. They’d had salt available in their estate’s stockpile of course, but it was a different sensation to taste the salt of the stubborn lake. Even his father had been beaming during their breakfast.
Lucan took the opportunity to observe their surroundings as the elder approached. The hovels were as he’d seen them before, crowding each other, even though there was plenty of land to build on. He assud it created an illusion of safety for the villagers to be so close to each other. So of the more resourceful of the settlers had built better houses with scavenged wood and stone, likely with the help of others. Perhaps they’d been the ones who succeeded in hiding so wealth on themselves during their flight from their previous hos.
He spied so of the cattle already guided by the hands of the villagers that would keep them. And far behind the small hamlet, he saw the herd of goats whose ownership would belong to those who accepted the debt Lucan offered. The residents of the new hamlet had recruited a few more of their brethren from among the laborers, particularly those who knew how to handle the new animals. Two of them were already overseeing the herd along with a loneso dog. The goats dotted the green plain behind the hamlet, which was quickly turning black and brown as they picked it clean of anything growing from the earth. The shepherds had wisely kept them away from the farmland nearby.
The stream cut through the horizon, climbing down the elevated land, then passing by the hamlet and stretching away from it towards the saltworks at the lake’s crater. Lucan could see the workers crowding the crane over there, pulling up a bag of salt.
The hamlet’s elder interrupted his thoughts as he reached them. “Sire,” he said. “You honor us by your presence.” Then he nodded to Thomas. “Master Thomas.” The steward nodded back.
“Thank you,” Lucan said, dismounting. “I trust it has been a pleasant day for you?”
The elder nodded with a smile nearly splitting his face. “Aye, Sire, thanks to your generosity.” He gestured behind him towards the livestock.
Lucan nodded. “Don’t forget, though. It’s a debt that is to be repaid.”
“Of course, of course,” the elder said. “It shall be repaid to the copper, Sire. He glanced at the cart which was laden with barrels and coming up behind Lucan. “That is…?”
“I’ve had the fishern near the canal source so of the smaller fish to be seeded in the stream. If you’re fortunate, it will bear fruit, and you’ll have one more thing to salt and sell.”
Again, the elder smiled, so wide his skin was stretched apart to its fullest extent. “We cannot repay your care, Sire. Thank you.”
Lucan had grown tired of anding the titles the commoners called him. He’d been called by titles he’d not earned yet, and sotis ones that were far above his station. But after a certain ti, he’d co to ignore them. It wasn’t like there were any lords nearby to be offended. So he spoke of the matter at hand right away, even as he grimaced internally at the elder’s address.
“When the ti cos, I will loan you the needed salt to make this venture lucrative. I assu there are those among you that can handle the work?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the elder said. “We’ve already welcod more of our people to handle the work needed now. We will certainly need to welco more when the ti cos, but I’m quite certain we will be able to handle it.”
“It seems you have this in hand then. Good,” Lucan said, mounting his horse again. “Because I have other things to do today. Listen to the fishern when it cos to seeding the fish.” He nodded to the two n riding on the cart. “And do it right away.”
Instead of nodding, the elder bowed at the waist.
Lucan sighed and turned his horse away, trotting towards the lake. He’d watch the salt being extracted, before it was sent to Lord Arden. The elderly lord had been the first to respond with interest to their offer a few days ago.
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