Chapter 36: Cheese and Apples

Chapter 36: Cheese and Apples

"Bingo is waving. Cheesaholic sighted three blocks down and coming in hot and hungry." Jethro had spotted his cousin on the 4th floor of an inn, waving and pointing.

"Places everyone. Don't crowd the customer. He won't need much encouragement to buy heavily." Grandma had been planning for her new best customer's visit for some days now. Orders had been placed with other clans for older varieties and they'd worked hard on their own fresh batches. Cheese was a tricky thing needing a couple of days up to several years to age, depending on the type. The clans often traded around varieties for types they didn't have stock on.

Fate had been fickle as always. They could go months selling wheels of cheddar to housewives and barely making enough to live on. And then get several big customers all at once. Two months prior they had been cleaned out by two "special" customers on three separate occasions before they disappeared and weren't seen again.

This new buyer had heralded the good times again. Several clans had made them very good trades for the type of aged cheddar they produced. This new stock had helped them attract some new customers. One of those customers had the lovely habit of paying gold coins, and in advance. His package was sitting in the corner, already wrapped and ready to go.

Milo was having a bit of difficulty this morning. At one point as he was moving stealthily through an alley near the night market, he felt a small tug on his tail. Turning carefully, he saw a familiar four-year old street urchin standing there. The child looked up at him hopefully. "Apples?" Milo put his fingers to his mouth and said "Remember, shhhush!" The child nodded and repeated the gesture. Milo took his hand and they wandered over to a fruit vendor. Within only a moment the boy’s older sister had run up worried and followed the two of them. Other children had gathered. Milo noted the flat bellies and hopeful eyes.

He took a couple of silver pieces out of his pocket. The fruit vendor looked hopeful. "How much for a bag of apples each day for a week?"

"Well, I suppose one silver would cover it. But I'd give you a bag a day for three weeks for 2 silvers." He'd figured out what Milo wanted. Maybe if the little thieves got an apple or two a day, they'd leave off from stealing from him. Milo handed him the two silvers. Then he turned to his little friend’s sister and handed her two more silver. "For bread or other things. They look hungry."

The girl took the money, then worriedly looked at him. "And what's the deal? No one just feeds us for nothing. What do you need?"

Milo hadn't thought of that. He'd bought food because he knew what it was like to be always hungry and scrounging food.

"Small ears hear things. If you hear anyone asking around about me, let me know. And I always need to know where the Stinky Cheese shop is. It tends to move around a lot." The girl nodded, that was something they could do. One of the children told him the where abouts of the cheese shop, just a few blocks away. He patted a few heads, and ran off that direction, soon being able to follow his nose to their fragrant house of fromage.

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"Oh dear, you really don't like him at all, do you? What do you mean 'smells bad, old bad'"

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"Now that's interesting? Very interesting. "

Turning to the halflings, who were pretending they saw and heard nothing, he asked "I'm hoping your last customer didn't abscond with my Emmental? I was so looking forward to a slice tonight."

The package in question was quickly brought forth. "Oh, never sir. We kept it safe, and watched that one closely, Mr. Philistron." Jethro might be flippant at times with some customers, but not the ones that can wipe you and your clan off the face of the earth with their spells.

"Just so. And I thank you for your work protecting my little package." He pushed forth a small gem, but kept his finger on it. "Does he come by often? My poor pet was quite frightened. I probably shouldn't come around when he's here.”

Jethro understood the implied question. "He wants us to have an extra-large shipment ready in one week sir. I'm sure we could send word when he gets here, so you can avoid him and not have your pet upset again. He, uh, he is a very good customer sir."

The Wizard Philistron moved his hand away from the gem. “I see, well I can certainly understand the need for good customers. I think that you’ll find that I’m a better one. He pushed forward a large ruby which Jethro pocketed.

"Thank you for your understanding of the situation." He took his package and his pet, and wandered through the market. No pick-pocket got near him. Cut-throats and pirates smiled and tipped their hats, ladies bowed as he went by. As he crossed a high, arched bridge, a small airship descended to meet him and take him to dinner in one of the mansions high above.

Milo continued on his way, and began his descent, loaded with fine cheese and an assortment of alchemical glassware.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.