Rusco chuckled, and refilled the mug. âAfter the haggling, Iâll have no need to serve these on the house,â he said, handing it to Ragen with a fresh head.
âYou will if you want your mail to reach Miln,â Ragen said with a grin, accepting the mug.
âI can see youâre going to be as tough as Graig ever was,â Rusco grumbled, filling his own mug. âThere,â he said, when it foamed over, âwe can both haggle drunk.â They laughed, and clashed mugs again.
âWhat news of the Free Cities?â Rusco asked. âThe Krasians still determined to destroy themselves?â
Ragen shrugged. âBy all accounts. I stopped going to Krasia a few years ago, when I married. Too far, and too dangerous.â
âSo the fact that they cover their women in blankets has nothing to do with it?â Rusco asked.
Ragen laughed. âDoesnât help,â he said, âbut itâs mostly how they think all Northerners, even Messengers, are cowards for not spending our nights trying to get ourselves cored.â
âMaybe theyâd be less inclined to fight if they looked at their women more,â Rusco mused. âHow about Angiers and Miln? The dukes still bickering?â
âAs always,â Ragen said. âEuchor needs Angiersâ wood to fuel his refineries, and grain to feed his people. Rhinebeck needs Milnâs metal and salt. They have to trade to survive, but instead of making it easy on themselves, they spend all their time trying to cheat each other, especially when a shipment is lost to corelings on the road. Last summer, demons hit a caravan of steel and salt. They killed the drivers, but left most of the cargo intact. Rhinebeck retrieved it, and refused to pay, claiming salvage rights.â
âDuke Euchor must have been furious,â Rusco said.
âLivid,â Ragen agreed. âI was the one that brought him the news. He went red in the face, and swore Angiers wouldnât see another ounce of salt until Rhinebeck paid.â
âDid Rhinebeck pay?â Rusco asked, leaning in eagerly.
Ragen shook his head. âThey did their best to starve each other for a few months, and then the Merchantsâ guild paid, just to get their shipments out before the winter came and they rotted in storage. Rhinebeck is angry at them now, for giving in to Euchor, but his face was saved and the shipments were moving again, which is all that mattered to anyone other than those two dogs.â
âWise to watch what you call the dukes,â Rusco warned, âeven this far out.â
âWhoâs going to tell them?â Ragen asked. âYou? The boy?â He gestured at Arlen. Both men laughed.
âAnd now I have to bring Euchor news of Riverbridge, which will make things worse,â Ragen said.
âThe town on the border of Miln,â Rusco said, âbarely a day out from Angiers. I have contacts there.â
âNot anymore, you donât,â Ragen said pointedly, and the men were quiet for a time.
âEnough bad news,â Ragen said, hauling his satchel onto the bar. Rusco considered it dubiously.
âThat doesnât look like salt,â he said, âand I doubt I have that much mail.â
âYou have six letters, and an even dozen packages,â Ragen said, handing Rusco a sheaf of folded paper. âItâs all listed here, along with all the other letters in the satchel and packages on the cart to be distributed. I gave Selia a copy of the list,â he warned.
âWhat do I want with that list, or your mailbag?â Rusco asked.
âThe Speaker is occupied, and wonât be able to distribute the mail and read to those that canât. She volunteered you.â
âAnd how am I to be compensated for spending my business hours reading to the townies?â Rusco asked.
âThe satisfaction of a good deed to your neighbours?â Ragen asked.
Rusco snorted. âI didnât come to Tibbetâs Brook to make friends,â he said. âIâm a businessman, and I do a lot for this town.â
âDo you?â Ragen asked.
âDamn right,â Rusco said. âBefore I came to this town, all they did was barter.â He made the word a curse, and spat on the floor. âThey collected the fruits of their labour and gathered in the square every Seventhday, arguing over how many beans were worth an ear of corn, or how much rice you had to give the cooper to make you a barrel to put your rice in. And if you didnât get what you needed on Seventhday, you had to wait until the next week, or go door to door. Now everyone can come here, any day, any time from sunup to sundown, and trade for credits to get whatever else they need.â
âThe town saviour,â Ragen said wryly. âAnd you asking nothing in return.â
âNothing but a tidy profit,â Rusco said with a grin.
âAnd how often do the villagers try to string you up for a cheat?â Ragen asked.
Ruscoâs eyes narrowed. âToo often, considering half of them canât count past their fingers, and the other half can only add their toes to that,â he said.
âSelia said the next time it happens, youâre on your own,â Ragenâs friendly voice had suddenly gone hard, âunless you do your part. Thereâs plenty on the far side of town suffering worse than having to read the mail.â
Rusco frowned, but he took the list and carried the heavy bag into his storeroom.
âHow bad is it, really?â he asked when he returned.
âBad,â Ragen said. âTwenty-seven so far, and a few still unaccounted for.â
âCreator,â Rusco swore, drawing a ward in the air in front of him. âI had thought a family, at worst.â
âIf only,â Ragen said.
They were both silent for a moment, as was decent, then looked up at each other as one.
âYou have this yearâs salt?â Rusco asked.
âYou have the Dukeâs rice?â Ragen replied.
âBeen holding it all winter, you being so late,â Rusco said.
Ragenâs eyes narrowed.
âOh, itâs still good!â Rusco said, his hands coming up suddenly, as if pleading. âIâve kept it sealed and dry, and there are no vermin in my cellar!â
âIâll need to be sure, you understand,â Ragen said.
âOf course, of course,â Rusco said. âArlen, fetch that lamp!â he ordered, pointing the boy towards the corner of the bar.
Arlen scurried over to the lantern, picking up the striker. He lit the wick and lowered the glass reverently. He had never been trusted to hold glass before. It was colder than he imagined, but quickly grew warm as the flame licked it.
âCarry it down to the cellar for us,â Rusco ordered. Arlen tried to contain his excitement. He had always wanted to see behind the bar. They said if everyone in the Brook put all their possessions in one pile, it would not rival the wonders of Hogâs cellar.
He watched as Rusco pulled a ring on his floor, opening a wide trap. Arlen came forward quickly, worried old Hog would change his mind. He went down the creaking steps, holding the lantern high to illuminate the way. As he did, the light touched on stacks of crates and barrels from floor to ceiling, running in even rows stretching back past the edges of the light. The floor was wooden to prevent corelings from rising directly into the cellar from the Core, but there were still wards carved into the racks along the walls. Old Hog was careful with his treasures.
The storekeeper led the way through the aisles to the sealed barrels in the back. âThey look unspoiled,â Ragen said, inspecting the wood. He considered a moment, then chose at random. âThat one,â he said, pointing to a barrel.