Rage of a Demon King. Raymond E. Feist

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      Since seizing control of the grain market in the Western Realm of the Kingdom, Roo had seen the control of his various companies, especially the Bitter Sea Company, grow by the month, until he had only one rival in the Western Realm in commerce: Jacob Esterbrook.

      The one area where Jacob completely dominated was in trade with Kesh. The profitable luxury trade with the Empire was like a locked room to Roo, and no attempt of his to gain a foothold in that lucrative market had resulted in anything more than a minor contract or a marginally profitable trade.

      He had again sought to gain a concession into Kesh, but now he was being told at great length by this minor Keshian functionary that his latest attempt would come to naught.

      At long last the man finished, and Roo smiled at him. ‘So, to put it another way, the answer is no.’

      The trade delegate blinked as if seeing something for the first time and said, ‘Oh, I think it too harsh to simply say “no,” Mr Avery.’ He put the tips of his fingers together. ‘It is far closer to the truth to say that such an arrangement is not feasible at this time. However, that is not to say that at some future date such an accommodation might not be possible.’

      Roo glanced out the window of the upper floor of Barret’s Coffee House. Night was approaching. ‘The afternoon is late, sir, and I still have much to do before enjoying my evening meal. May I say that when next we speak, I plan on starting a great deal earlier in the day.’

      The Keshian rose, his expression showing Roo’s humor was completely lost on him, and bowed slightly, then departed.

      Duncan Avery, Roo’s cousin, sat almost asleep in the corner, and stretched as he rose. ‘Finally,’ he said.

      Luis de Savona, Roo’s general manager, said, ‘I agree. Finally.’

      Roo said, ‘Well, we had to try.’ He sat back in his chair, glanced at the coffee and rolls that had sat upon the table for hours and were now cold and stale, and said, ‘Someday I’m going to figure out how Jacob has such a stranglehold on Keshian trade. It’s almost as if …’ He left the thought unfinished.

      ‘As if what?’ asked Duncan.

      Luis glanced at Roo’s cousin. The two men barely got along, though they remained civil with one another. Luis, a former comrade-in-arms with Roo, was hardworking, conscientious, and meticulous in every detail of whatever task lay before him. Duncan was lazy, paid no attention to detail, and was in Roo’s employ only because he was his cousin. He was also charming, funny, and an excellent swordsman, and Roo enjoyed his company.

      Luis said, ‘When did you become interested in trade?’

      Duncan shrugged. ‘Roo started to say something. I just wondered what. That’s all.’

      Roo said, ‘Never mind. I have some things I need to investigate.’

      Duncan said, ‘Anything you want me to do?’

      Roo shook his head. ‘No, but I need to speak to Duke James.’ He stood, walked to the rail, and shouted down, ‘Dash?’

      ‘Yes, Mr Avery,’ came the response from below. Dash looked up from a Bitter Sea Company desk where he was going over shipping invoices with two of Roo’s scribes. ‘What can I do for you, sir?’ While informal when alone with his employer, Dash always observed the formalities at Barret’s and other public places.

      ‘I need to see your grandfather at his earliest convenience.’

      ‘Now?’ said Dash, half rising.

      Roo waved him back into his chair. ‘Tomorrow is soon enough.’

      From the doorway a voice said, ‘Now would be better.’

      Dash looked up as Roo craned his neck to see who spoke, and Dash said, ‘Grandfather!’

      The Duke of Krondor entered, flanked by two palace guardsmen. A general stir sounded in the lower floor and several of the members rose and bowed slightly as word of the visitor spread. James came to the railing that prevented non-members from entering the trading floor, and one of the guards opened the gate. James passed through and mounted the stairs to the upper floor of Barret’s. It was a tremendous breach of protocol for a non-member to do so unless he was there on business, but Roo decided it wasn’t the time to inform the most powerful noble in the Kingdom of that detail.

      James spoke to Luis and Duncan. ‘Leave us.’ He leaned over the railing and said, ‘Dash, ensure we’re undisturbed.’

      Dash moved to the foot of the stairs and tried not to grin as he saw his grandfather’s guards also take up position at the foot of the stairway.

      Keeping his voice low so as not to be overheard below, James said, ‘It’s time for us to do some business.’

      Roo didn’t like the sound of that, but he shrugged. ‘Sooner or later.’

      ‘I need two million golden sovereigns.’

      Roo blinked. His net worth was several times that, but he wasn’t that liquid. To put his hands on that much gold would require some restructuring of his business. ‘How soon do you need it?’

      ‘Yesterday, but tomorrow will suffice.’

      ‘And the interest?’

      James smiled. ‘Whatever you like, within reason. You understand that we may not be in a position to repay this loan.’

      Roo nodded. ‘If you can’t repay this loan, I doubt I’ll be in a position to complain.’

      James said, ‘How soon can I see the gold?’

      ‘I can have a half-million golden sovereigns at the palace by the end of business tomorrow. The other million and a half will take a few days to arrange. I’m going to overtax most of the moneylenders in the city. I’m going to have to do some business in the East, as well.’ Leaning back, he said, ‘Would you do me the courtesy of a bit more advance notice next time, Your Grace?’

      ‘No,’ said James. ‘Things come up.’

      ‘Speaking of which,’ said Roo, ‘I just got another trade concession rejected by the Keshian trade legate. Is there anything you can do to help me overcome this problem?’

      ‘Possibly,’ said James. ‘Right now we’re doing a lot of business with Kesh.’

      ‘The gold?’ asked Roo, raising an eyebrow in question.

      ‘A very fat bribe for several well-placed Keshian nobles.’

      ‘Very fat,’ agreed Roo. ‘Are you attempting to overthrow the Emperor?’

      James stood. ‘It would take a great deal more gold than that to even dream of such a move. There may not be enough gold in existence to overthrow Great Kesh.’ James hesitated, then said, ‘So you know. We СКАЧАТЬ