Adventures in the Liaden Universe Part 27
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Jethri smiled politely, thinking that his uncle didn't look as pleased with that as he might have and wondering what the down-side of the trade was.
"While refit's doing, we figured-the captain and me-that it'd be optimum to re-structure crew. So, we've signed you as senior 'prentice with Gold Digger."
It was said so smoothly that Jethri didn't quite catch the sense of it.
"Gold Digger?" he repeated blankly, that much having gotten through, by reason of him and Mac Gold having traded blows on last sighting-more to Jethri's discomfort than Mac's. He hadn't exactly told anyone on the Market the full details of the incident, Gold Digger's crew being cousins of his mother, and his mother making a point more'n once about how she'd nearly ended up being part of that s.h.i.+p instead of this.
Jethri came forward in his chair, hearing the rest of it play back inside the whorlings of his ears.
"You signed me onto Gold Digger?" he demanded. "For how long?"
His voice echoed into the hall, he'd asked that loud, but he didn't apologize.
Paitor raised a hand. "Ease down, boy. One loop through the mines. Time they're back in port, you'll be twenty-full adult and able to find your own berth." He nodded. "You make yourself useful like you andme both know you can and you'll come off Digger a full trader with experience under your belt-"
"Three Standards?" Jethri's voice broke, but for once he didn't cringe in shame. He was too busy thinking about a converted ore s.h.i.+p smaller than the Market, its purely male crew crammed all six into a common sleeping room, and the trade nothing more than foodstuffs and ore, ore and mining tools, oxy tanks and ore...
"Ore," he said, staring at his uncle. "Not even rough gem. Industrial ore." He took a breath, knowing his dismay showed and not caring about that, either. "Uncle Paitor, I've been studying. If there's something else I-"
Paitor showed him palm again. "Nothing to do with your studying. You been doing real good. I'll tell you-better than the captain supposed you would. Little more interested in the Liaden side of things than I thought reasonable, there at first, but you always took after Arin, anyhow. No harm in learning the lingo, and I will say the Liadens seem to take positive note of you." He shook his head. "Course, you don't have your full growth yet, which puts you nearer their level."
Liadens were a short, slight people, measured against Terran averages. Jethri wasn't as short as a Liaden, but he was, he thought bitterly, a d.a.m.n sight shorter than Mac Gold.
"What it is," Paitor said slowly. "We're out of room. It's hard for us, too, Jethri. If we were a bigger s.h.i.+p, we'd keep you on. But you're youngest, none of the others're inclined to change berth, and, well-s.h.i.+p's Option. Captain's cleared it. Ben Gold states himself willing to have you." He leaned back, looking stern. "And ore needs study, too, 'prentice. Nothing's as simple as it looks."
Thrown off, thought Jethri. I'm being thrown off of my s.h.i.+p. He thought that he could have borne it better, if he was simply being cast out to make his own way. But the arranged berth on Gold Digger added an edge of fury to his disbelief. He opened his mouth to protest further and was forestalled by a ping! from Paitor's terminal.
The senior trader snapped forward in his chair, flipping the switch that accepted the first of the trade feeds from Ynsolt'i Port. He glanced over at Jethri.
"You get me a kais for that silk, now. If the spice sells good for us, I'll OK that Combine key you been wanting. You'll have earned it."
That was dismissal. Jethri stood. "Yessir," he said, calm as a dry mouth would let him, and left the trade room.
Ynsolt'i Port, Textile Hall "PREMIUM GRADE, honored sir," Jethri murmured, keeping his eyes modestly lowered, as befit a young person in discourse with a person of lineage and honor.
Honored Sir bin'Flora moved his shoulders and flipped an edge of the fabric up, frowning at the underweave. Jethri ground his teeth against an impulse to add more in praise of the hand-loomed Gindoree cellosilk.
Don't oversell! he could hear Uncle Paitor snap from memory. The Trader is in control of the trade.
"Eight tor the six-bolt," the buyer stated, tossing the sample cloth back across the spindle. Jethri sighed gently and spread his hands."The honored buyer is, of course, distrustful of goods offered by one so many years his inferior in wisdom. I a.s.sure you that I am instructed by an elder of my s.h.i.+p, who bade me accept not a breath less than two cantra."
"Two?" The Liaden's shoulders moved again-not a shrug, but expressive of some emotion.
Amus.e.m.e.nt, Jethri thought. Or anger.
"Your elder mis-instructs you, young sir. Perhaps it is a testing." The buyer tipped his head slightly to one side, as if considering. "I will offer an additional pair of tor," he said at last, accent rounding the edges of the trade-tongue, "in kindness of a student's diligence."
Wrong, Jethri thought. Not to say that Honored bin'Flora wasn't the heart of kindness, which he very likely was, on his off-days. A trade was something else again.
Respectful, Jethri bowed, and, respectful, brought his eyes to the buyer's face. "Sir, I value your generosity. However, the distance between ten tor and two cantra is so vast that I feel certain my elder would counsel me to forgo the trade. Perhaps you had not noticed-" he caught himself on the edge of insult and smoothly changed course-"the light is poor, just here..."
Pulling the bolt forward, he again showed the fineness of the cloth, the precious irregularities of weave, which proved it hand woven, spoke rapturously of the pure crimson dye.
The buyer moved his hand. "Enough. One cantra. A last offer."
Gotcha, thought Jethri, making a serious effort to keep his face neutral. One cantra, just like Uncle Paitor had wanted. In retrospect, it had been an easy sell.
Too easy? he wondered then, looking down at the Liaden's smooth face and disinterested brown eyes.
Was there, just maybe, additional profit to be made here?
Trade is study, Uncle Paitor said from memory. Study the goods, and study the market. And after you prepare as much as you can, there's still nothing says that a s.h.i.+p didn't land yesterday with three holds full of something you're carrying as a luxury sell.
Nor was there any law, thought Jethri, against Honored Buyer bin'Flora being critically short on crimson cellosilk, this Port-day. He took a cautious breath and made his decision.
"Of course," he told the buyer, gathering the sample bolt gently into his arms, "I am desolate not to have closed trade in this instance. A cantra... It is generous, respected sir, but-alas. My elder will be distressed-he had instructed me most carefully to offer the lot first to yourself and to make every accommodation... But a single cantra, when his word was two? I do not..." He fancied he caught a gleam along the edge of the Liaden's bland face, a flicker in the depths of the careful eyes, and bit his lip, hoping he wasn't about to blow the whole deal.
"I don't suppose," he said, voice edging disastrously toward a squeak, "-my elder spoke of you so highly... I don't suppose you might go a cantra-six?"
"Ah." Honored Sir bin'Flora's shoulders rippled and this time Jethri was sure the gesture expressed amus.e.m.e.nt. "One cantra-six it is." He bowed and Jethri did, clumsily, because of the bolt he still cradled.
"Done," he said.
"Very good," returned the buyer. "Set the bolt down, young sir. You are quite correct regarding that crimson. Remarkably pure. If your elder instructed you to hold at anything less than three cantra, he wastesting you in good earnest."
Jethri stared, then, with an effort, he straightened his face, trying to make it as bland and ungiving as the buyer's.
He needn't have bothered. The Liaden had pulled a pouch from his belt and was intent on counting out coins. He placed them on the trade table and stepped back, sweeping the sample bolt up as he did.
"One cantra, six dex, as agreed. Delivery may be made to our warehouse within the twelve-hour." He bowed, fluid and unstrained, despite the bolt.
"Be you well, young sir. Fair trading, safe lift."
Jethri gave his best bow, which was nowhere near as pretty as the buyer's. "Thank you, respected sir.
Fair trading, fair profit."
"Indeed," said the buyer and was gone.
Ynsolt'i Port, Zeroground Pub BY RIGHTS, he should have walked a straight line from Textile Hall to the Market and put himself at the disposal of the captain.
Say he was disinclined just yet to talk with Captain Iza Gobelyn, coincidentally his mother, on the subject of his upcoming change of berth. Or say he was coming off his first true solo trade and wanted time to turn the thing over in his mind. Which he was doing, merebeer to hand at the Zeroground Pub, on the corner of the bar he'd staked as his own.
He fingered his fractin, a slow whiling motion-that had been his thinking pattern for most of his life. No matter the captain had told him time and time that he was too old for such fidgets and foolishness. On board s.h.i.+p, some habits were worse than others, and the fractin was let to pa.s.s.
As to thinking, he had a lot to do.
He palmed the smooth ivory square, took a sip of the tangy local brew.
Buyer bin'Flora, now-that wanted chewing on. Liadens were fiercely compet.i.tive, and, in his experience, tight-fisted of data. Jethri had lately formed the theory that this reluctance to offer information was not what a Terran would call spitefulness, but courtesy. It would be-an insult, if his reading of the tapes was right, to a.s.sume that another person was ignorant of any particular something.
Which theory made Honored Sir bin'Flora's extemporaneous lecture on the appropriate price of crimson cellosilk-interesting.
Jethri sipped his beer, considering whether or not he'd been insulted. This was a delicate question, since it was also OK, as far as his own observations and the crewtapes went, for an elder to instruct a junior.
He had another sip of beer, frowning absently at the plain s.h.i.+p-board above the bar. Strictly no-key, that board, listing s.h.i.+p name, departure, arrival, and short on finer info. Jethri sighed. If the vya did good, he'd one day soon be able to get a direct line to the trade nets, just by slipping his key into a high-info terminal. 'Course, by then, he'd be s.h.i.+pping on Digger, and no use for a Combine key at all...
"'Nother brew, kid?" The bartender's voice penetrated his abstraction. He set the gla.s.s down, seeing with surprise that it was nearly empty. He fingered a Terran bit out of his public pocket and put it on the bar."Merebeer, please."
"Coming up," she said, skating the coin from the bar to her palm. Her pale blue eyes moved to the next customer and she grinned.
"Hey, Sirge! Ain't seen you for a Port-year."
The dark-haired man in modest trading clothes leaned his elbows on the counter and smiled. "That long?"
He shook his head, smile going toward a grin. "I lose track of time, when there's business to be done."
She laughed. "What'll it be?"
"Franses Ale?" he asked, wistfully.
"Coming up," she said and he grinned and put five-bit in her hand.
"The extra's for you-a reward for saving my life."
The barkeeper laughed again and moved off down-bar, collecting orders and coins as she went. Jethri finished the last of his beer. When he put the gla.s.s down, he found the barkeeper's friend-Sirge-looking at him quizzically.
"Don't mean to pry into what's none of my business, but I noticed you looking at the board, there, a bit distracted. Wouldn't be you had business with Stork?"
Jethri blinked, then smiled and shook his head. "I was thinking of-something else," he said, with cautious truth. "Didn't really see the board at all."
"Man with business on his mind," said Sirge good-naturedly. "Well, just thought I'd ask. Misery loves company, my mam used to say-Thanks, Nance." This last as the barkeeper set a tall gla.s.s filled with dark liquid before him.
"No trouble," she a.s.sured him and put Jethri's schooner down. "Merebeer, Trader."
"Thank you," he murmured, wondering if she was making fun of him or really thought him old enough to be a full trader. He raised the mug and shot a look at the s.h.i.+p-board. Stork was there, right enough, showing departed on an amended flight plan.
"d.a.m.nedest thing," said the man next to him, ruefully. "Can't blame them for lifting when they got rush cargo and a bonus at the far end, but I sure could wish they waited lift a quarter-hour longer."
Jethri felt a stir of morbid curiosity. "They didn't-leave you, did they, sir?"
The man laughed. "G.o.ds, no, none of that! I've got a berth promised on Ringfelder's Halcyon, end of next Port-week. No, this was a matter of buy-in-had half the paperwork filled out, happened to look up at the board there in the Trade Bar and they're already lifting." He took a healthy swallow of his ale.
"Sent a message to my lodgings, of course, but I wasn't at the lodgings, I was out making paper, like we'd agreed." He sighed. "Well, no use crying over spilled wine, eh?" He extended a thin, calloused hand. "Sirge Milton, trader at leisure, d.a.m.n the luck."
He shook the offered hand. "Jethri Gobelyn, off Gobelyn's Market."
"Pleasure. Market's a solid s.h.i.+p-Arin still senior trader?"
Jethri blinked. The routes being as they were, there were still some who had missed news of ArinGobelyn's death. This man didn't seem quite old enough to have been one of his father's contemporaries, but...
"Paitor's senior," he told Sirge Milton steadily. "Arin died ten Standards back."
"Sorry to hear that," the man said seriously. "I was just a 'prentice, but he impressed me real favorable."
He took a drink of ale, eyes wandering back to the s.h.i.+p-board. "d.a.m.n," he said, not quite under his breath, then laughed a little and looked at Jethri. "Let this be a lesson to you-stay liquid. Think I'd know that by now." Another laugh.
Jethri had a sip of beer. "But," he said, though it was none of his business, "what happened?"
For a moment, he thought the other wouldn't answer. He drank ale, frowning at the board, then seemed to collect himself and flashed Jethri a quick grin.
"Couple things. First, I was approached for a closed buy-in on-futures." He shrugged. "You understand I can't be specific. But the guarantee was four-on-one and-well, the lodgings was paid 'til I s.h.i.+pped and I had plenty on my tab at the Trade Bar, so I sunk all my serious cash into the future."
Jethri frowned. A four-on-one return on speculation? It was possible-the crewtapes told of astonis.h.i.+ng fortunes made Port-side, now and then-but not likely. To invest all liquid a.s.sets into such a venture- Sirge Milton held up a hand. "Now, I know you're thinking exactly what I thought when the thing was put to me-four-on-one's 'way outta line. But the gig turns on a Liaden Master Trader's say-so, and I figured that was good enough for me." He finished his ale and put the gla.s.s down, waving at the barkeeper.
"Short of it is, I'm cash-poor til tomorrow midday, when the pay-off's guaranteed. And this morning I came across as sweet a deal as you'd care to see-and I know just who'll want it, to my profit. A cantra holds the lot-and me with three ten-bits in pocket. Stork was going to front the cash, and earn half the profit, fair enough. But the rush-money and the bonus was brighter." He shook his head. "So, Jethri Gobelyn, you can learn from my mistake-and I'm hopeful I'll do the same."
"Four-on-one," Jethri said, mind a-buzz with the circ.u.mstance, so he forgot he was just a 'prentice, talking to a full trader. "Do you have a paper with the guarantee spelled out?"
"I got better than that," Sirge Milton said. "I got his card." He turned his head, smiling at the bartender.
"Thanks, Nance."
"No problem," she returned. "You got a Liaden's card? Really? Can I see?"
The man looked uneasy. "It's not the kind of thing you flash around."
"Aw, c'mon, Sirge-I never seen one."
Jethri could appreciate her curiosity: he was half agog, himself. A Liaden's card was as good as his name, and a Liaden's name, according to great-grand-captain Larance, was his dearest possession.
"Well," Sirge said. He glanced around, but the other patrons seemed well-involved in their own various businesses. "OK."
He reached into his pouch and pulled out a flat, creamy rectangle, holding it face up between the three of them."Ooh," Nance said. "What's it say?"
Jethri frowned at the lettering. It was a more ornate form of the Liaden alphabet he had laboriously taught himself off the library files, but not at all unreadable.
"Norn ven'Deelin," he said, hoping he had the p.r.o.nunciation of the name right. "Master of Trade."
"Right you are," said Sirge, nodding. "You'll go far, I'm sure, friend Jethri! And this here-" he rubbed his thumb over the graphic of a rabbit silhouetted against a full moon-"is the sign for his Clan. Ixin."
"Oh," Nance said again, then turned to answer a hail from up-bar. Sirge slipped the card away and Jethri took another sip of beer, mind racing. A four-on-one return, guaranteed by a Master Trader? It was possible. Jethri had seen the rabbit-and-moon sign on a land-barge that very day. And Sirge Milton was going to collect tomorrow mid-day. Jethri thought he was beginning to see a way to buy into a bit of profit, himself.
"I have a cantra to lend," he said, setting the schooner aside.
Sirge Milton shook his head. "Nah.-I appreciate it, Jethri, but I don't take loans. Bad business."
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