The Empire was all but defeated by the ti the newfound sovereignties turned their sights upon the encroaching danger of the seafolk. A pact was ford and borders drawn after prolonged deliberations that Hamodeus shrewdly aided and encouraged. It was only then that a united effort to drive off the r truly began.
Moralia Kid, A History of The Fall
The chill of a passing breeze invaded Lucans body as he sat reading by the window. The signs of an encroaching winter were showing themselves in land and sky. It had been two months since theyd returned from the border, and autumn had taken sumrs place. The winter wheat was sown, and the farrs were hunkering down for the season of sloth.
He closed the book and stood up to peer through the window, catching sight of the works down around the bailey. Sawyer had wisely had the laborers finish any digging needed before the soil could harden. The engineer had assured him that any trenches not filled in before winter wouldnt be flooded with water. Hed supposedly made certain they could funnel off their water into the canal.
Now the laborers were working on the buildings requested within the expansion and leaving the trench of the soon-to-be-built palisade for last. They would work into the early winter, but it would eventually get too cold to continue working.
Lucan spied movent that he couldnt quite make out near the baileys drawbridge, though he could guess at what it was. He left his study in a hurry, hoping to catch the last rchant to leave their territory and bid the man farewell.
He took the stairs down, left the keep, and carefully navigated the walkway between their motte and the bailey. Then, once again, he walked with haste, heading towards the gate.
He was surprised to find old Thomas there, he too seeing the rchant off. Beside the steward were Heath, Ryder, and Clifton prepared to offer an escort to the tradesman. Lucan had arranged for that more than a month ago, when one of the traveling rchants had been waylaid by brigands from the eastern forest. It appeared that matters in the Shattered Kingdom were getting worse with the cold instead of better. Deserters and refugees were leaking into the forest despite Sir Ryder and Sir Uptons best efforts.
Ainsley, departing already? Lucan asked the slight man who was loading up his goods onto a cart pulled by a lone but healthy mule.
Ah, Master Lucan! the rchant hauled his last sack onto the cart and turned around with a jovial smile. His skin was toned from days spent working under the sun, and he had a small notch under his eye that could nary be called a scar. A pleasure to see you on such a fine day. It has been a fruitful visit, but yes, I must leave, for one shouldnt tempt winter.
Lucan mid a regretful sigh and nodded. I suppose it is a must. Hopefully, we will see you again soon.
Ainsley laughed. You will hardly miss , Master. Before the skies fully clear, youll find here once more. Im not one to stay still for long.
My n would be happy to escort you, Lucan said, side-eyeing his three n-at-arms who looked anything but happy in this chilly weather.
No need. I will be taking the road west then north. The way is safe in that direction. Much gratitude for the offer.
Lucan raised a quizzical brow. The rchant was the first to reject his offer, though he was also one of the few due west instead of east in their travels. Lucan had also heard Ryder once speaking of receiving coin in gratitude from one of the lone rchants theyd escorted, before Clifton had shushed him. Perhaps Ainsley was concerned about such an expectation from him?
Lucan shrugged. As you wish. Safe travels, my friend.
The rchant bowed slightly. Its an undeserved honor to be considered your friend, Master Lucan.
Lucan had only said it in passing, but it wouldnt hurt to be rembered fondly by the rchant. He nodded to the man and said, Farewell.
Farewell, Ainsley said before hopping onto his cart and urging his mule onward.
As the cart trudged forward then farther and farther away, Lucan couldnt help but sigh. There would be no more rchants until spring. He had begun to get used to their presence, and more of them was always better than less. They were no fools, nor were they kind, but they were useful to those who knew their worth. Cities like Arpague valued them little, since too many of them to count visited there. But the Duke would be wise to rember that they were the true source of his wealth.
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What do you suppose rchants spend their coin on? Lucan asked no one in particular.
There was a brief pause before he heard Ryders voice.
More trading?
He turned to give the man-at-arms a level look only to find him already being stared down by an exasperated Clifton.
Another voice distracted him, Heaths.
Ho? A family? The tall man-at-arms said with uncertainty.
Thomas humd in agreent.
I suppose, Lucan said. Wouldnt it be good if they spent that coin here? He glanced at the expanding bailey. What would it take for them to bring that ho and family here though?
Thomas humd again, this ti voicing the answer himself, Safety. Certainty that they wont be stripped of their wealth. rchants spend their lives under the ethereal threat of their coin being appropriated by nobles, for war or just for greeds sake. It doesnt happen often, but it does happen.
Lucan found himself astonished at the thought. He knew that rchants were often guarded about their wealth, but in all the histories hed read, hed never heard of rchants having their wealth seized, unless it was for treason, which would have had anyones wealth seized for that matter. But when he thought about it, it was certain to have happened, only it was not likely to have been inked down in written history when it happened.
And they take this in silence? Lucan couldnt help but ask.
They used to have their guilds to protect their interests. There was even one in Eldham, Thomas said. But after the rise of the Union, the throne had it disbanded.
So all it takes is a promise of safety for themselves and their possessions and they will co, Lucan said.
The steward shook his head with a wry smile. Its not so simple, Im afraid. A nobles promise ans little when the only one to hold them to it is themselves. The rchants are well aware that your promise would only carry them as long as youre pleased with them. And there are other considerations.
Lucan deflated. He shouldve known it wouldnt be that easy. There seed to be even more complications if he ever wished to permanently host the rchants here. What other considerations?
The rchants rely on word of mouth in their work. A good deal of it. A web of friendships, partnerships, relations, and even marriages tie them together in the bigger cities. To leave that and co here would be tantamount to sacrificing all that, and for what? The frigid winds of winter? A settlent that is close to both the threat of the Wildern and the instability of the Shattered Kingdom? The old steward shook his head, letting Lucan know his stance on the matter. Then he glanced aningfully at the three n-at-arms who were still present. They seed to understand, marching away promptly.
I dont an to discourage you, Thomas said. If you wish to try it, I dont see much harm. But you will have to provide a worthy incentive.
Lucan gave him an understanding nod. At least I now have sothing to think about through the winter, he said with a chuckle.
Thomas humd agreeably. Were doing well. You are doing well. Even with the expenses of the laboring refugees and their families, I expect us to gain a respectable amount of coin co spring.
Lucan nodded again with more cheer. They had a barely acceptable amount of coin in their coffers now, though it was worthy of satisfaction since they had been sliding into ruin before the end of sumr. Spring would co with its own bounty. Aside from the grain harvest, they had also stockpiled so of their salt for Master Saltners arrival. Lucan didnt want the mans caravan to co and find nothing to buy but grain. There would be salt, wine, and hopefully enough silver to satisfy them.
Does father still insist on building a granary? he asked.
Yes, Thomas said. It will take so effort
And coin, Lucan interrupted. Its the first ti Ive seen him eager to expend it on sothing.
He sees it as a worthy venture, Thomas said. As do I. You can never be too safe, I believe. Famine often strikes without warning.
Lucan couldnt disagree. I suppose it wouldnt beco famine if n could expect it.
Indeed.
Lucan gazed at the canal, its waters still having not risen. It often rose with the advent of winter, but the rains must have not begun in the south yet.
You ought to get to a hearth, Lucan said. The chill must be crawling through your bones by now.
Thomas chuckled. Im not so old yet. But I do have work to do.
Lucan turned and gave him a sincere smile. Both he and his father knew how much the mans old bones worked for their betternt. His father hadnt told him much about their history aside from implying that Thomass loyalty ca from a profound sense of gratitude. Still, Lucan wasnt the owner of whatever debt Thomas was grateful for, so he had to appreciate the old mans selfless efforts.
Thomas returned his smile before turning around and marching towards the keep.
Lucan turned back towards the south. From there, the frigid winds would soon co, and everyone would have to shelter themselves from its might. It would be a slow and quiet season, but at least his father would let him read in peace.
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