mother made small patting motions at her with her hands. ‘Calm down. I suppose this is a shock to you. I have seen the gradual slide, but you return to see us at the bottom of our fortunes.’ Her mother pressed her hands to her temples for a moment. She looked at Althea absently. ‘How are we to get you out of those clothes and properly attired without the servants asking questions?’ she mused in an aside to herself. Then she drew a breath. ‘Just to explain all this to you wearies me so. It is like detailing the slow death of something you loved. Allow me to skip details and say just this instead: the use of slaves for field and orchard crops in Chalced and even in Bingtown lands has driven prices down. We have always hired workers for our fields; for years, the same men and women have ploughed, planted, and harvested for us. Now what are we to tell them? It would be more profitable to let the fields lie fallow or graze goats on them, but how can we do that to our farmers? So, we struggle on. Or rather, at my behest, Keffria does. She gives some heed to my counsel. Kyle, as you know, controls the ship. That was my error; I cannot bear to look you in the face over it. But Sa help me, Althea! I fear he is right. If the Vivacia succeeds as a slaver, she may yet save us all. Slaves, it seems, are the only way to prosper. Slaves as cargo, slaves in the grain fields…’
She looked at her mother incredulously. ‘I cannot believe I am hearing those words from you.’
‘I know it is wrong, Althea. I know. But what are our alternatives? Let little Malta unknowingly flirt herself into a marriage she isn’t ready for, simply for the sake of the family fortune? Surrender Vivacia back to the Rain Wilds in forfeiture of the debt, and live in poverty? Or perhaps we could just flee our creditors, leave Bingtown, and go Sa knows where…’
‘Have you truly considered such things?’ Althea asked in a low voice.
‘I have,’ her mother replied wearily. ‘Althea, if we do not take action on our own, then others will decide our fate. Our creditors will strip us of all we own, and then we might look back and say, well, if we had allowed Malta to wed Reyn, at least she would have been spared living in poverty. At least the ship would have been ours.’
‘“The ship would have been ours”. How?’
‘I told you. The Khuprus family has bought the note on Vivacia. They have as much as said that forgiving the debt would be Reyn’s wedding gift to the family.’
‘That’s crazy.’ Althea uttered the words flatly. ‘No one gives wedding gifts like that. Not even Rain Wild Traders.’
Ronica Vestrit took a deep breath. Changing the subject, she announced, ‘We have to sneak you up to your room and get you into some proper clothes. Though you look skinny as a rail. I wonder if anything you left here would still fit you.’
‘I can’t resume being Althea Vestrit just yet. I bring a message for you from Captain Tenira of the liveship Ophelia.’
‘That is true? I thought it was only a ruse to get in to see me.’
‘It’s true. I’ve been serving aboard the Ophelia. When we have more time, I’ll tell you all about that. But for now, I want to give you his message, and then take your reply back to him. Mother, the Ophelia has been seized at the tariff docks. Captain Tenira has refused to pay the outrageous fees they have demanded, especially all the ones they have tacked on to support those Chalcedean pigs tied up in the harbour.’
‘Tied up Chalcedean pigs?’ Her mother looked confused.
‘Surely you know what I mean. The Satrap has authorized Chalcedean galleys to act as patrol vessels throughout the Inside Passage. One of them actually attempted to halt us and board us on our way here. They are no more than pirates, and worse than the ones they are supposed to control. I cannot understand why they are tolerated in Bingtown Harbour, let alone that anyone would stomach the extra fees demanded of us!’
‘Oh. The galleys. There has been quite a stir about them lately, but I think Tenira is the first to refuse the fees. Fair or not, the Traders pay them. The alternative is no trade at all, as Tenira is finding out.’
‘Mother, that is ridiculous! This is our town. Why aren’t we standing up to the Satrap and his lackeys? The Satrap no longer abides by his word to us; why should we continue to let him leech away our honest profits?’
‘Althea…I have no energy left to consider such things. I don’t doubt you are right, but what can I do about it? I have my family to preserve. Bingtown will have to look after itself.’
‘Mother, we cannot think that way! Grag and I have discussed this a great deal. Bingtown has to stand united before the New Traders and the Satrap, and all of Jamaillia, if need be. The more we concede to them, the more they take. The slaves that the New Traders have brought in are at the bottom of our family problems right now. We need to force them to observe our old law forbidding slavery. We need to tell the New Traders that we will not recognize their new charters. We need to tell the Satrap that we will pay no more taxes until he lives up to the letter of our original charter. No. We need to go further than that. We need to tell him that a fifty percent tax on our goods and his limits on where we may sell our goods are things of the past. We have already let it go on too long. Now we need to stand united and make it stop.’
‘There are some Traders who speak as you do,’ her mother said slowly. ‘And I reply to them as I do to you: my family first. Besides. What can I do?’
‘Just say you will stand united with those Traders who refuse the tariffs. That is all I am asking.’
‘Then you must ask your sister. She has the vote now, not I. On your father’s death, she inherited. She is the Bingtown Trader now, and the council vote is hers to wield.’
‘What do you think she will say?’ Althea asked after a long silence. It had taken her a time to grasp the full significance of what her mother had said.
‘I don’t know. She does not go to many of the Trader meetings. She is, she says, too busy and she also says she does not want to vote on things that she has not had time to study.’
‘Have you spoken to her? Told her how crucial those votes can be?’
‘It is only one vote,’ Ronica said almost stubbornly.
Althea thought she heard a trace of guilt in her mother’s voice. She pressed her. ‘Let me go back to Trader Tenira and say this at least. That you will speak to Keffria, and counsel her both to attend the next Trader meeting, and to vote in Tenira’s support. He intends to be there and to demand that the Council officially side with him.’
‘I suppose I can do that much. Althea, you need not carry this message back yourself. If he is openly defiant of the tariff minister, then he could precipitate some sort of…of action down there. Let me have Rache fetch a runner to carry your word. There is no need for you to be in the middle of this.’
‘Mother. I wish to be in the middle of this. Also, I want them to know I stand firmly with them. I feel I must go.’
‘But not right now! Althea, you have only just come home. Surely you can stop to eat and bathe and change into proper clothes.’ Her mother looked aghast.
‘That I cannot. I am safer on the docks in these clothes. The guards at the tariff dock will not blink an eye at the errands of a ship’s boy. Let me return for now, and…there is one other person I must go and see. But right after that, I shall come back. I promise that by tomorrow morning, I shall be safely under your roof and attired as befits a Trader’s daughter.’
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