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pulled on her slippers, she noticed that the constant scuffing on the stone
floors was wearing soles and toes out. At least here, she needn't tear to
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approach Silvina, and perhaps her feet were healed enough for proper boots,
which would last longer.
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Chapter 9
The fickle wind's my foe, With tide his keen ally.
They're jealous of my sea's love
And rouse her with their lie.
Oh sweet sea, oh dear sea, Heed not their stormy wile
But hear me safely to my Hold
And from their watery trial.
Eastern Sea Hold Song
There was an excitement in the air of the dining hall, the boys chattering
more loudly than ever, a conversational buzz that dropped off only slightly
when they were seated and the heavy platters of steaming meat slices were
brought around. She sat with Ranly, Piemur and Timiny, who all urged her to
eat heartily tor they'd be lucky to get stale bread for supper.
"Silvina counts on our stuffing ourselves on our own marks at the gather,"
Piemur told Menolly as he crammed meat into his mouth. He groaned as she
heaped tubers on his plate. "I hate 'em."
"You're lucky to have 'em. They were treats where I
come from."
"Then you have mine." He was generosity itself, but she made him eat his own.
No one spent time over the meal, and the diners were
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dismissed as soon as Brudegan had called out the list of names.
"Well, I'm not on a turn today," said Piemur with the air of a last minute
reprieve.
"Turn?"
"Yeah, being Harper Hall and all, this Hold expects continuous music, but no
one does more than one set, either singing or dance music. No great problem.
You know, Menolly, you'd better tell your fire lizards to stay away," Piemur
said as they all made their way across the courtyard to the archway. The other
boys nodded in agreement. "No telling what ragtag is going to appear at a
gather." He sounded darkly foreboding.
"Who'd hurt a fire lizard?" Menolly asked, surprised.
"Not hurt 'em. Just want 'em."
Menolly looked up and saw her friends sunning on the window ledges. As if her
notice was sufficient. Beauty and Rocky came streaking down to her, chirping
in-
quiringly.
"Couldn't I just take Beauty? No one sees her when she hides in my hair."
Piemur shook his head slowly from side to side. The other boys mimicked him
with earnest expressions of concern.
"We," and he meant Harpers, "know about you and having nine. There're some
dimwits coming today who wouldn't understand. And you're wearing an apprentice
badge: apprentices don't own nothing or count for any-
thing. They're the lowest of the low and have to obey any journeyman, or
master, or even a senior apprentice in any other craft. Shells, you know how
Beauty acts when someone tries to rank you? You can't have Beauty taking a
swipe at an honorable journeyman or craft-
master, now can you? Or someone from the Hold?" He jerked his thumb toward the
cliffside as he dropped his voice to keep the mere possibility of such
discourtesy from exalted ears.
"That would get" Master Robinton in trouble?" Con-
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sidering the gossip work already done at the Hold, Me-
nolly would as soon remain anonymous to them.
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"It could!" Ranly and Timiny nodded in solemn accord.
"How do you manage to stay out of trouble, Piemur?"
Menolly asked.
" 'Cause I watch my step at a gather. One thing to cut up in the Hall when
it's all Harpers, but. . ."
"Hey, Piemur." They all turned and saw Brolly and another apprentice whom
Menolly did not know running toward them. Brolly had a brightly painted
tambourine and the other a handsomely polished tenor pipe, "Thought we might
have missed you, Piemur," the boy gasped. "Here's my pipe, and Master Jerint
stamped it and Brolly's tambourine. Will you take 'em to the marks-
man now?"
"Sure. And it's my father's friend, Pergamol, like I
told you it would be."
Piemur took charge of the instruments, and with a quirk of a smile at Menolly,
led the way toward the loosely arranged stalls on the perimeter of the
gather's square.
For the first time Menolly realized how many people lived in this Hold area.
She would have liked to watch a bit on the sidelines, to get used to such a
throng of people, but grabbing her hand, Piemur led her right into their
midst.
She nearly piled into Piemur when he came to a sud-
den complete stop in the space between two booths. He glanced wamingly over
his shoulder, and Menolly noticed that he had the instruments behind his back
as he com-
posed his face into an expression of wistful ingenuous-
ness. A tanner journeyman was bargaining with the well-dressed marksman in the
stall, his Smithcraft badge gleaming with a gold thread in the design.
"See, it is Pergamol," Piemur said out of the side of his mouth. "Now you lot
go on, across there to the knife stand until I'm finished. Men don't like a
lot of hangers about when they're agreeing the mark. No, Menolly, you can
stay!" Piemur snatched her back by the jerkin as she obediently started to
follow the others.
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she heard nothing of his speech and only an occasional murmur from the
bargaining journeyman. The Smith-
craft marksman continually stroked the finely tanned wherhide as he dickered,
almost as if he hoped to find some flaw in the hide so he could argue a
further reduc-
tion. The hide was a lovely blue, like a summer sky when the air is clear and
the sun setting.
"Probably dyed to order," Piemur whispered to her.
"Selling it direct neither has to pay turnover fee. With us, once Jerint has
stamped the instrument, the marksman doesn't have to say it was
apprentice-made. So we get a better price not selling at the Harper booth,
where they have to say who made it."
Now Menolly could appreciate Piemur's strategy.
The bargain was handsealed, and marks slipped across the counter. The blue
hide was carefully folded and put away in a travel bag. Piemur waited until
the journey-
man had chatted, as courtesy required, and then he skipped to the front of the
stall before anyone else could intervene.
"Back so soon, young rascal. Well, let's have a look at what you've brought.
Hmm ... stamped as you said ..."
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Pergamol examined more than the stamp on the tam-
bourine, Menolly noticed, and the Smithcrafter's eyes slid to hers as he
pinged the stretched hide of the tam-
bourine with his finger, and raised his eyebrows at the sweet-sounding tinkle
of the tiny cymbals under the rim.
"So how much were you looking to receive for it?"
"Four marks!" said Piemur with the attitude that he was being eminently
reasonable.
'Tour marks'?" Pergamol feigned astonishment, and the interchange of
bargaining began in earnest.
Menolly was delighted, and more than a little im-
pressed by Piemur's shrewdness when the final figure of three and a half marks
was handclasped. Piemur had
pointed out that for a journeyman-made tambourine, four marks was not
unreasonable: Pergamol did not have to say who made it, and he saved a
thirty-second on turn-
over. Pergamol replied that he had the carriage of the
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tambourine. Piemur discounted that since Pergamol might very well sell the
item here at the gather, since he could price it under the Harpercraft stall.
Pergamol replied that he had to make more than a few splinters profit for his
journey, his effort and the rent of the stall from the Lord
Holder. Piemur suggested that he consider the fine polish on the wood, listen
again to the sweet jingle of the best quality metal, thinly hammered, just the
sort of instru-
ment for a lady to use . . . and a hide tanned evenly, no rough patches or
stains. Menolly realized that, for all the extreme seriousness with which the
two dickered, it was a game played according to certain rules, which Piemur
must have learned at his foster mother's knee. The bar-
gaining for the pipe went more smartly since Pergamol had noticed a pair of
small holders waiting discreetly beyond the stall. But the bargaining was done
and hand-
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