nothing short of slavery.
Things change, Father, Sahadeva thought grimly. He approached a man arranging a cart filled with woven baskets. “Sir,” he said. “I’m looking for Harshad the jeweler.”
The man stroked his fingers in his long beard then pointed. “Harshad’s shop is in the next street. On the right.”
Sahadeva thanked him and got moving again. The crowd was thinner. He didn’t think the men who pursued them would do anything here, but there were no guarantees. They were desperate men. He’d taken more than Jyotsna when he’d left their city.
A BURLY MAN STOOD guard at the jeweler’s door. He looked half-asleep, but the sword through his sash was sharp and nicked from use. Scars showed on his thick arms.
When he started to enter, the guard put his big hand in the middle of Sahadeva’s chest and stopped him. “There’s no begging allowed in this shop.”
Despite his fear and the urgency that pressed him, Sahadeva’s pride burned. “I’m no beggar.” His hand dropped to his knife.
The guard smiled. “You’re wearing a beggar’s rags, boy. And I wouldn’t pull out that knife. Unless you’re ready to die.”
Sahadeva swallowed hard and felt his face burn with shame. “I’ve got business with Harshad.” He reached inside his shirt and took out a small oilskin pouch. Another oilskin bag was hidden inside the pack he carried, but thieves wouldn’t have wanted it. Still, he never left it unattended. “I have merchandise for sale.”
Sunlight glinted off the gold and gems inside the bag.
Jyotsna’s fingernails bit into Sahadeva’s arm. “What have you done?”
Sahadeva looked into her dark eyes. “I did what I had to so that we could be together.”
Tears glinted in her gaze and she looked away from him.
Sahadeva felt torn. He didn’t have time to explain. Jyotsna had always lived within her father’s village. She had no idea what the real world was like or what it took to live in it.
“Send the boy in here,” a man’s voice called from within the shop.
Reluctantly, the guard stepped aside.
Sahadeva moved forward. He had to pull on Jyotsna’s arm twice to get her to follow him.
Inside, the shop was small and heavily scented with incense. A thin man with graying hair and beard stood behind a counter. He wore a white tunic. Earrings, rings, necklaces, hair bands and gold-and-silver bangles hung from pegs on the wall behind him. Jewels sparkled in settings in some of them. Harshad smiled. “Welcome. What may I do for you?”
Sahadeva freed his arm from Jyotsna. He placed the oilskin pouch on the counter. “I want to trade these for gold coins.”
The jeweler spread the bag’s contents across the counter. Five rings, two bracelets and a loose collection of gems spread between them. Harshad looked at the jewelry with marked interest. “These are of very unusual design. Where did you get them?”
“I found them,” Sahadeva replied. “They were in the Vaigai River.”
The jeweler looked up. “Where in the Vaigai?”
Sahadeva shook his head. “There isn’t any more there.”
“Maybe you just didn’t look closely enough.”
“Then I’ll go back and look again.”
Harshad frowned. “You’ve been most fortunate, it seems.”
“How much?” Sahadeva asked.
“Are you in a hurry?”
“No,” Sahadeva lied. He’d learned at his father’s knee never to show impatience during a trade. A hasty man often got the worst of a bargain. A needy man fared even worse.
But what about a man who fears for his life? Sahadeva wondered.
“I could look at these and give you an offer tomorrow,” Harshad suggested.
“By that time I could get offers from other jewelers,” Sahadeva countered. “I was told I could get a fair price from you.”
“Wandering around the city could be dangerous,” Harshad said.
Sahadeva started gathering his treasure. “The ships are in. I want passage on one of them. Perhaps I can strike a deal with a captain who would trust his instinct for jewelry.”
“Wait,” Harshad said. He sighed. “I’m only going to do this because you look like a good boy. Although some might question if you really got these things from the river.”
Sahadeva held the bag tightly. He’d come to Harshad because he’d heard the man didn’t ask too many questions.
“Come with me.” Harshad gestured to a doorway draped by curtains. He stepped through them and waved again.
Sahadeva and Jyotsna followed him.
“Just you,” the jeweler said. “Back here I only deal one-on-one.”
Sahadeva hesitated, then turned to Jyotsna. “Stay here.”
She pulled on his arm. “Don’t leave me.”
“It’ll only be for a moment. You’ll be safe.” Sahadeva gently pulled her hands from his arm. Doing so almost broke his heart because her fear showed in her liquid gaze. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”
Jyotsna wrapped her arms around herself. As she stood there, she looked incredibly small.
Sahadeva made himself turn and follow the jeweler to the back room of the shop.
“Sit, sit.” Harshad gestured toward a chair on the other side of a small wooden table in the back room.
Sahadeva waved away the thick white smoke given off by the incense. Coils of the fragrant paste burned in every corner of the room. He sat at the table. The smoke made it hard to breathe and he immediately felt light-headed.
Harshad clapped his hands. Immediately an old woman appeared through another door and delivered a tea service. She poured cocum squash into tall glasses of water, then left without a word.
Sahadeva’s taste buds flooded at the drink’s scent. He and Jyotsna had subsisted on bread, goat’s cheese and water. Cocum squash was only available in April and May. He’d almost missed the season entirely. He picked up the glass and felt the chill.
“Let me again examine what you have,” Harshad said. He smiled once more.
Sahadeva saw the anticipation in the man’s face. Harshad clearly wanted the jewelry and gems. Slowly, Sahadeva emptied the pouch onto the table. The heavy gold smacked into the wood. The sound echoed strangely in Sahadeva’s ears.
“You found these in the Vaigai River, you say?” Harshad examined one of the rings.
