One of the others sidled his horse toward Sandre, forcing him to step backwardCatriana, behind him, felt her legs grow weakShe reached out and gripped the railing of the cart; her palms were damp with fearShe saw two of the Barbadians staring at her with frank, smirking appraisal, and she was suddenly aware of how her clothing would be clinging to her body after her swim in the pond
"Forgive us," Baerd repeated, in a muffled tone"We meant no harm, no harm at all
"Really? Why were you counting our numbers?"
"Counting? Your numbers? Why would I do such a thing?"
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"It is not so," Baerd protested, inwardly cursing himself as an amateur and a foolAfter twelve years, something so clumsy as this! The situation was careening out of control, and the simple fact was that he had indeed been counting the Barbadian numbers"We are only traders," he added
"With a Khardhu warrior for guard? Not so minor, I would say
Baerd blinked, and clutched his hands together deferentiallyHe had made a terrible mistakeThis man was dangerously sharp
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"Your wife or your goods?" one of the other Barbadians sneered"We know which you people value more He looked past Baerd to where Catriana stood, and there was a loose, heavy-lidded look in his faceThe other soldiers laughedBaerd quickly lowered his head again; he didn't want them to see the death that was in his eyesHe remembered that kind of laughter, the resonance of itHad led, in a square in Tigana eighteen years agoHe was silent, eyes downcast, murder in his heart, bound close with http://www.irluxury.com/categorys_96_Gucci-Indy-Bag_1.html" target="_blank memory
"What are you carrying?" the first Barbadian rapped out, his voice blunt as a trowel
"Ale," Baerd said, squeezing his hands together"Only barrels of ale for the north
"Ale for Ferraut? You are a liar
"No, no," Baerd said hastilyWe got a very good priceEleven astins the barrelGood enough to be worth taking all the way northWe are bound for Astibar with thisWe can sell it for three times that
Which would have been true, had he not paid twenty-three astins for each of these
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The leader looked over, saw his men nod, and turned back to BaerdThere was a malicious smile on his face
"Eleven astins a barrel? Truly a good priceSo good, that even a grasping merchant will not hesitate to donate them to the army of Barbadior that defends you and your kind
Baerd had been half expecting thisCareful to stay in character, he said, "If if it is your desire, then yeswould you care to buy it, at only the price I paid?"
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