He didn't wait for a reply. 'Well, if you have the money, I have the tincture. Coming out this way says a lot about your courage. See any ogres or trolls as you came through the fissure back there?'
'No, sir,' I answered, feeling the hair rise on the back of my neck.
'On the return, you probably will.' He cackled again.
I watched as he filled each bottle with the pool's clear liquid. 'You know about Spring Tonic?' he asked, after a bit.
'I've not heard of it,' I said casually.
'It's right expensive, but the price is worth it. One flask can make a man young again. It's the water, you know. There isn't much of a spell spliced to the tonic, but most folks seem to think the words are what gives it the power. It's nonsense.' Jig grinned and pulled at his hair. 'You've got to bottle the water during the night of a blue moon, and only once a year does Selune go full twice in the same month. We'll see it again during Midwinter, but not until.'
'Still for all that, I can't see why the tonic would be expensive. You could have several bottles of it stocked away.'
'I do, but it's not that easy,' he answered. 'The elixir has to age. You take it before it strengthens up all the way, which is about fifty years, and nothing will happen. Besides, not only do you have to mix it on the night of a blue moon, you've got to drink it during one, as well.'
'How can you tell if you have an aged bottle?'
He laughed. 'You can't. That's the whole trouble, don't you see? Most people want assurances. They just plain don't trust me when I say it's the good stuff.'
'I suppose you have a bottle that's properly aged?' I asked.
He nodded. 'Yes, I do. Are you a decent judge of moral character, young man? Do you trust me to be fair and honest? Would you be interested in buying my Spring Tonic?'
'I might.'
'Then follow me to the house, and we'll talk about it.' He scooped up his jars and clinked on by me, disappearing into the fern hedge.
I rode in behind him, and he invited me into his hovel without another thought to it.
A small bit of light came from a miner's lamp sitting on the board of a dry sink, but it was still a gray, little place inside, decorated with tattered chairs and two crooked wooden tables. Every available square inch and flat plane in the room was covered by a bottle. The containers were everywhere, glinting and sparkling in the lantern's shine. Elbari dumped his new load into the seat of a lumpy recliner.
'Is all this made from the pool?' I asked.
'Yes. Blended with different mountain herbs and the water is good for whatever ails you.' He led me to the smallest of the rickety tables and picked through the bottles. Finding what he sought, he handed one to me. 'This is some of the elixir. That's the only potent brew I have now.'
'How much does it cost?'
'A single bottle is thirty thousand tricrowns.'
No wonder Bareen Tykar wanted me to steal it. 'Are you mad? That's outrageous!'
'I told you it was expensive. Is your grandmother worth it to you? With Spring Tonic, she'll get back her sight and her youth.'
'I can't afford it.'
'And you can't be sure it will work,' he said.
'If it's the real thing, then why don't you take it yourself?' I asked.
'I'm not interested in being young again. Once around in this life is enough for me. I'd rather have the money.' Rubbing his long, crusty beard, he cast a look across the room. 'Well, it was worth a try, anyway. We can at least help your grandmother get back her sight. She'll need some rootwart balm enhanced with a brightening spell.'
He stepped toward the dry sink, and I saw my opportunity.
Most thieves carry the mundane things of the trade- lockpicks and glass cutters. Some also use whatever enchanted items they can lay their hands on-things like magical pouches complete with spells to shrink large objects for easy transport. Yet, with all that, the one thing a good thief depends upon is natural-born ability. In the years that skulduggery has earned me a living, I've always found my talent for sleight-of-hand the most useful. With the dwarf looking away from his precious bottle of Spring Tonic, I found my chance to nip the goods.
I made a small movement, turning a bit to the side to hinder the dwarf's full view of the table. Scraping the bottle against the wood, I pretended to return it to its square inch. In the few seconds it took, I gently fingered a neighboring container closer to the relinquished space and slid the Spring Tonic into the inside hem of my cape sleeve.
Elbari moved to search the other table. 'Yes, here it is,' he said, turning back to face me. 'For five pieces of gold, your grandmother will get her eyesight back. She'll need to use the balm three times daily.'
'I'll see that she does.' I answered with a smile.
After visiting Jig Elbari, I knew one thing for certain: Bareen Tykar was a liar and skinflint. He could have bought the tonic for the right price, but instead thought to steal it. I can't fault a man for resorting to these tactics. If they didn't, I wouldn't be in business. Still, such people give me concern when they're not up front with their motives.
I stood in the center of his shop, and took my weight low in the legs in case I needed to spring toward the door. Bareen Tykar licked his lips and looked at his two associates. They were moon elves, and in their silver-tinged beauty they appeared like stone statues waiting to be freed by some wizard's spell. Stationed to either side of the old merchant, each elf leaned on a glittering scimitar, the point of which ground into the wooden floor. To crystalize the scene, a hundred candles sparkled on the shelves behind the counter. The effect was beautiful, but my wariness didn't allow me to enjoy it.
'You have the elixir?' Bareen Tykar demanded.
'Do you have my commission?' I asked.
'Of course.'
'Show it to me.'
'After I see the goods.'
'No.'
He snapped his fingers and the two elven statues animated. They raised their weapons, approaching. 'Search him,' their master ordered.
I slowly retreated, meeting their advance by unsheathing my hunting knife I could feel the taut pull of my riding leathers along the inner sides of my thighs, and I took a heartbeat to wonder what tricks I had buried in my boots. The elves were on me before I could remember.
I sliced at one, but my blade fell wide of its mark, cutting empty air and enraging the fellow. He smacked me in the face with the flat of his hand and pain shot through to my ears. I growled, kicking his partner in the stomach. He buckled for an instant, recovering with a snarl of his own. Backpedaling, I tried for the door, but they wedged me against the wall, instead. I was pinned there while they searched me for their elixir.
'He doesn't have it on him,' one
'Where are you hiding it?' Bareen Tykar asked.
'The bond is broken between us, Merchant,' I barked. 'You won't get it from me. Send one of your thugs back to the mountains to find it for you '
'You were going to take my money and run.'
With that, I received a slap to the head, and the room spun.
'One more chance,' Bareen Tykar said. 'Where is it?'
Spitting blood, I cursed him. 'To Shar with you! May the Lady of Loss dog your every step!'
My answer only made matters worse. 'See that he doesn't steal again for a long while,' Bareen Tykar ordered.
I squirmed against the strong arms pinning me down. My knife was gone, snatched from my grip, and my legs were wound up with those of my assailants. One elf grabbed my hand. Before I could react, before I could untangle myself, he yanked on my wrist and twisted hard. Stabbing agony ran up my arm, and I screamed out. They tossed me into the empty street, shutting the door on my cries.
