The footsteps returned as Relos Var walked back. “Clearly, you’re a man who isn’t shackling himself to these quaint Joratese customs. Idorrá and thudajé are fascinating concepts, but a wise man uses all the resources at his disposal.”

“Choose your words carefully, old man.”

“If I’m wrong, then I apologize. I tried to reach a trade agreement with the old count, but he wasn’t interested. I can’t understand why; it would have solved all his financial woes. I thought his granddaughter might have been willing to consider my offer, but on hearing your own predicament…” Relos Var paused. “I’m sorry to waste your time. Good evening, gentlemen.”

The footsteps retreated once more.

“Wait,” Sir Oreth said. “What offer?”

“Oh, did you want to hear it?” Relos Var’s tone of voice made it obvious he was smiling.

“What—yes. That’s why I asked.” Sir Oreth might well have been grinding his teeth.

“I have a few friends who are looking to establish a mercantile route into Jorat and need a … let’s call it a safe harbor. Metaphorical, not literal. Tolamer Canton is well positioned. In exchange for preferential Gatestone access and your discretion, my associates are willing to provide a generous stipend to compensate you for your trouble.”

“A stipend?” Kovinglass spoke up. “When you’re asking us to break Gatekeeper bylaws? You’re going to make a fortune by avoiding royal tariffs.”

“I’m sure we can come to a suitable arrangement,” Relos Var replied. “If the late count had been willing to hear me out, all his financial problems would have been avoided.”

“I don’t remember the count ever mentioning you,” Kovinglass said. He sounded suspicious.

“Oh, I didn’t approach him when you were around. You’re a Gatekeeper, after all. Why would I make such an offer, only to see you run off to House D’Aramarin with my plans?”

“And it doesn’t bother you to tell me now?”

Relos Var chuckled. “Now I know you’re for sale.”

“How dare you—”

Qown heard scuffling and gurgling. He held his breath. He’d never met Kovinglass in person, but he knew the name; Kovinglass had been Tolamer Canton’s Gatekeeper. And also the man whose poor advice had put Janel’s grandfather in such dire financial straits.

Brother Qown thought this Relos Var person had picked the wrong target for his insults.

Then he realized he’d had it backward.

“Uh…,” Sir Oreth said. “Would you mind not killing my man? I need him.”

Something heavy fell to the ground.

“Thanks,” said Sir Oreth.

“Think nothing of it. But are you sure you need him? In my experience, a man whose loyalty may be purchased once with your metal may find it purchased a second time with someone else’s.”

Sir Oreth laughed. “Oh? And how do you buy loyalty?”