As Fern rounded a shelf to rummage in a pile, Viv looked down at the gryphet, who was watching her with narrowed eyes.
“Still enemies?” whispered Viv.
Potroast burbled deep in his throat in what she thought was a growl. The feathers of his ruff fluffed.
“Your loss, then. This one’s for me,” she said, popping the last piece of lassy bun in her mouth.
His burble intensified.
“Here go you,” said Fern, sliding a green volume onto the counter. It was thicker than the last and entitledHeart’s Blade.“By Russa Tensiger. A little more modern, but I have a feeling you just might like it.”
“Well, it’s got ‘blade’ in the title, so that’s a good start.”
Viv thought Fern’s smile was secretive, but the rattkin nodded.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Actually, I have a little deal in mind. Take it for now. Another twenty bits if you like it. If you don’t, you keep your money.”
“Uh, I’m not qualified to give business advice or anything, but that might be why you’re only selling sea charts.”
“You have to read the whole thing though.Allof it. And if you don’t finish, youalsohave to pay up.”
Viv frowned at her. “I’m getting the feeling this book doesn’t have as many swords as I was expecting.”
“It’s animportantsword. So, agreed?” She stuck out her paw.
Viv thought about it but shrugged. “Agreed.”
Fern’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I’m so interested to hear what you think.”
6
Viv almost planted her good foot through the wrecked plank in the boardwalk, catching herself just in time. “Eight hells,” she said in exasperation. “Two busted legs really would put a crown on it.”
As she carefully made her way into the street, she saw the scarred orc and his wagon, tools rattling against the slatted sides. Folks streaming up the hill toward The Perch parted around him like trout skirting a gar.
“Hey!” she called out. She finally dredged up his name. “Pitts!”
He slowed to a stop, watching her limp nearer.
Close up, Pitts was younger than she’d expected, his scalp shaved clean. He studied the book in her hand with interest.
“Look, if I wanted to get a couple of planks around here, where would I do that? I figure you’d know,” she asked.
He frowned, then gestured over her shoulder. “Mill’s ‘round the other side of the walls, on the stream.”
For some reason she expected him to follow that up with a question, but he dropped his hand and waited on her again.
“Uh, so… how do I ask this… Do you ever get over that way? If I wanted to maybe pay you to pick up a few boards forme, and also for a little time with some of your tools, would that be something you’d do?”
“Suppose that depends.”
“On?”
He shrugged, still holding the traces, so that the wagon tilted as he did. “On what you’re plannin’.”
She waved at the shop with the book. “The wood’s rotten up there. Almost put my foot through it. Figured I’d replace it.”
