Memories of Ice

Picker rolled her eyes and lowered the crossbow. 'All right, let's see these torcs, then.'



With an eager nod, the old man unslung his pack and set it down before him. He released the lone strap.



'Remember,' Picker grunted, 'if you pull out anything awry you'll get a dozen quarrels airing your skull.'



'This is a pack, not my breeches,' the trader murmured. 'Besides, I thought it was five.'



The corporal scowled.



'Our audience,' Blend said quietly, 'has grown.'



'That's right,' Picker added hastily. 'Two whole squads, hiding, watching your every move.'



With exaggerated caution, the old man drew forth a small packet of twine-wrapped doeskin. 'The ivory is said to be ancient,' he said in a reverent tone. 'From a furred, tusked monster that was once Treach's favoured prey. The beast's corpse was found in frozen mud in distant Elingarth-'



'Never mind all that,' Picker snapped. 'Let's see the damned things.'



The trader's white, wiry eyebrows rose in alarm. 'Damned! No! Not ever! You think I would sell cursed items?'



'Be quiet, it was just a damned expression. Hurry up, we haven't got all damned day.'



Blend made a sound, quickly silenced by a glare from her corporal.



The old man unwrapped the packet, revealing three upper-arm rings, each of one piece and undecorated, polished to a gleaming, pale lustre.



'Where's the blessing marks?'



'None. They were each in turn wrapped within a cloth woven from Treach's own moult-hair — for nine days and ten nights-'



Blend snorted.



'Moult-hair?' The corporal's face twisted. 'What a disgusting thought.'



'Spindle wouldn't think so,' Blend murmured.



'A set of three arm torcs,' Picker mused. 'Right arm, left arm … then where? And watch your mouth — we're delicate flowers, Blend and me.'



'All for one arm. They are solid, yet they interlock — such was the instruction of the blessing.'



'Interlocking yet seamless — this I have to see.'



'I cannot, alas, demonstrate this sorcery, for it will occur but once, when the purchaser has threaded them onto his — or her — weapon arm.'



'Now that has swindle written all over it.'



'Well, we got him right here,' Blend said. 'Cheats only work if you can make a clean getaway.'



'Like in Pale's crowded markets. Well indeed,' Picker grinned down at the old man, 'we're not in a crowded market, are we? How much?'



The trader squirmed. 'You have selected my most valued work — I'd intended an auction for these-'



'How much, old man?'



'Th-three hundred g-gold councils.'



'Councils. That's Darujhistan's new coinage, isn't it?'



'Pale's adopted the Malazan jakata as standard weight,' Blend said. 'What's the exchange?'



'Damned if I know,' Picker muttered.



'If you please,' the trader ventured, 'the exchange in Darujhistan is two and one-third jakatas to one council. Broker's fees comprise at least one jakata. Thus, strictly speaking, one and a third.'



Blend shifted her weight, leaned forward for a closer look at the torcs. 'Three hundred councils would keep a family comfortable for a couple of years at least…'



'Such was my goal,' the old man said. 'Although, as I live alone and modestly, I anticipated four or more years, including materials for my craft. Anything less than three hundred councils and I would be ruined.'



'My heart weeps,' Picker said. She glanced over at Blend. 'Who'll miss it?'



The soldier shrugged.



'Rustle up three columns, then.'



'At once, Corporal.' Blend stepped past the old man, moved silently up the trail, then out of sight.



'I beg you,' the trader whined. 'Do not pay me in jakatas-'



'Calm down,' Picker said. 'Oponn's smiling on you today. Now, step away from the pack. I'm obliged to search it.'



Bowing, the old man backed up. 'The rest is of lesser value, I admit. Indeed, somewhat rushed-'



'I'm not looking to buy anything else,' Picker said, rummaging with one hand through the pack. 'This is official, now.'



'Ah, I see. Are some trade items now forbidden in Pale?'



'Counterfeit jakatas, for one. Local economy's taking a beating, and Darujhistan councils aren't much welcome, either. We've had quite a haul this past week.'