Chapter 57

Chapter 57

With the reliable Bitians keeping what remained of the Empire in check, the young Kingdoms of the Elder Lands could finally devote themselves to fighting the malevolent Mer incursion. And thus, after years of it, the Elder Lands were consigned to even more bloodshed.

Jaron Edd, The Last War

Winter was the loudest, yet also the quietest. Lucan hadnt been told this contradicting wisdom by a hermit of the mountains or a wise scholar, but rather by his own sense of the hard season. Its winds were wild and vocal, yet its frigidity compelled silence and dreadful anticipation. Its snows, however uncommon, descended in serenity that none attempted to interrupt.

Throughout the season, farmers huddled around the warmth of their hearths, dipping into their stores; and in the case of the laboring refugees, dipping into the estates stores. Nevertheless, the winter months passed by without anything of note happening. And Lucan got to read in peace, when he was not perusing their ledgers with Thomas.

On the better days of the season, his father would force everyone out for training, making certain that they all stayed sharp. Lucan didnt mind it. After their last battle, he was more appreciative of any improvement in his skills.

By the time spring impudently encroached on winters domain, every man in the territory was rearing to get up and do something. For even though days of rest and lethargy were a boon to any man, months of it resulted in a restlessness like no other.

The advent of spring was as bright as one would expect, the snows of the south melting and the hardness of the soil mellowing, though it came with the oddity of the canals water not rising as much as Lucan would have expected it. But regardless, he had other things to expect. Spring had come. Harvest would come. And the merchants would soon follow.

The warm feeling of the sun bearing down on Lucan without interruption was a welcome one as he waited on his horse. His father was beside him. Hed mounted his bulldrake for the occasion. The animal was sleek, somewhat thinner than a horse, but higher, stronger, and more durable. Its scales were like purple ridges swept backwards, thick and oiled. It had two gray horns curved over its skull, which it could put to good use in battle. It was a majestic beast, that was for certain. No one, including Lucan himself, didnt wish for one.

Three of their men-at-arms accompanied them in a welcoming party. Thomas had even persuaded his father to wear something proper for the occasion.

They waited along the road west of the estate until they caught sight of their anticipated guests. A train of wagons snaked over a hill and down, guarded by both mounted men and others on foot. At their head, Lucan recognized Master Saltner, mounted on a steed more majestic than his own.

They were spotted by the caravan at the same time, and Lucan saw Master Saltner raising a hand in greeting from a distance. His father and he raised a hand in response.

The caravan advanced at a snails pace, or rather, that was what Lucan felt considering hed never traveled with such a large baggage train. Eventually, though, the caravan made it to them and came to a halt.

Master Saltner urged his steed forward alone, until he was only a few trots away from them, then he lowered his head slightly to his father, though he didnt dismount. Sir Zesh. A pleasure to make your acquaintance at last.

The pleasure is mine, Sir Golan nodded at the merchant amicably. Welcome to our estate.

My thanks, Master Saltner said. Forgive my daughter for not being able to greet you herself. I insisted that she ride in a closed carriage while we were on the road.

No harm done, his father said. You must be weary from your journey. You are welcome to rest in our keep where we can break bread together.

Master Saltner readily accepted their invitation, and the caravan was led to camp outside the bailey, but their people were free to venture inside. Though a great portion of the caravan belonged to Master Saltner, a lot of lesser merchants accompanied and contributed to it. Lucan was curious about how it was arranged and decided that he would ask the merchant later. For now, he watched briefly as the small army of caravaneers began to raise their tents

The implication wasnt lost on Lucan. The merchant seemed eager to discuss aspirations, perhaps to ascertain if they were of the same mind on such matters. Lucans father was silent for a moment, chewing on his meat, then after some thought he said, One can only fulfill their duties with honest effort and appropriate zeal, only then might they be justly rewarded.

Might? the merchant asked softly.

Might, his fathers firm voice answered.

The meal was reaching its end as they spoke and the servants' removal of their plates was all that filled the silence that followed. His father had had a pair of the baileys residents brought to the keep to help the lone servant they had in preparation, cooking, and serving.

Soon, fruits; nuts glazed with honey; and citrus juice were served on the table, thankfully keeping everyone busy.

Master Saltner seemed to be deep in thought before he spoke next. Well, if one were to put great wealth atop all of that, then sir, perhaps that may lead to surer results?

Lucans father took a moment then nodded noncommittally.

Though Master Saltner continued. He seemed to rearrange his thoughts and then began again, Word has it that your stay in the capital wasnt without its excitement. One might find cause for concern in such a thing, considering the Kings decree. Of course, Im only a simple merchant, uneducated in matters of court. Perhaps you could enlighten me?

Lucan's father hummed, not the smooth sound of any other man, but a subtle growl that only those familiar with him knew to be of annoyance. The King has made his decree. We will abide by it, as any loyal servant ought to do. Theres nothing more to say on the matter, for his majestys word is one and all.

Master Saltner raised a drink to his lips before letting his whispered words slip out into the quiet of the hall. No trouble with his highness then?

Sir Golan sighed. Master Saltner, Im a man who prefers potent words over twists and loops. If you were to indulge my preference, you would find it appreciated.

Very well, the merchant said, his tone solidifying and his posture straightening. I must say that if you have made enmities in the capital that are above a man of much wealth but little stature such as myself, then this affair may prove disastrous for my household. For instance, if he who is to become King after his majesty, long may he reign, was to harbor animosity towards you, then that animosity would extend to me and mine once we are tied with matrimony. And that I cannot bear, forgive me.

Lucans father shook his head. No such enmities were made. His highness, the crown prince by the Kings decree, is no adversary of mine; rather, he is to be my King, and when the time comes, I shall swear fealty as any loyal vassal should. Any misapprehensions that might have muddied the waters during our last visit have been cleared for all to see.

Thank you, sir, Master Saltner said with a cordial smile, for giving me peace of mind. Im certain of your honesty, for word of your honor precedes you.

Sir Golan nodded.

Well, on to more pleasant matters, shall we? The merchants jovial tone broke the chill that had seeped into the hall.