'And I took the further liberty,' said Boots, 'of adding an additional remark.'
'What was that?' I asked.
' 'Down with Cos, ' he said.
'Flee now,' said Marcus, in dismay.
'But think,' said Boots. 'If you were in the guard, and you discovered that the stone was fraudulent, surely you would fear either that the stone had been stolen in your watch, or would be thought to have been stolen in your watch.'
'Yes!' I said.
'Accordingly,' said Boots. 'It seems to me more likely that the guards would manage to overlook the matter, and turn over the stone to the next watch, as though nothing were amiss, thus letting the next watch, or the next, and so on, worry about the matter. Certainly it would be embarrassing, if not absolutely dangerous, to have the substitution discovered during, or at the end, of one's tour of duty.'
'You are a clever fellow, Boots,' I said.
'Also, the guards are mostly fellows of Ar,' said Boots. 'Thus I do not think they would take the same offense or manifest the same zeal in these matters as might be expected of Cosians.'
'They might even relish the matter,' I said.
'Possibly,' said Boots. 'On the other hand, I do not think they, either, would be eager for the substitution to be discovered on their watch.'
'No,' I said. 'I would not think so.'
'Accordingly,' said Boots, 'I think we need not fear that the substitution will be too promptly discovered.'
'Or, at any rate,' I said, 'too promptly reported.'
'Precisely,' smiled Boots.
'You will arrange your rendezvous tomorrow evening with Marcus?' I asked. 'Of course,' said Boots.
I pressed a heavy purse into the hands of Boots Tarsk-Bit.
'The weight of this suggests a great many copper tarsks,' said Boots, surprised. 'Count it later,' I said. 'Conceal it now.'
'My robe does contain a few interior pockets,' he said. The purse disappeared inside the robe.
'I shall not enter the details of this,' I said, 'but in the north, last summer, in virtue of an unusual combination of circumstances, Marcus came into the possession of a large fortune, one hundred pieces of gold.'
'One hundred?' asked Boots, startled.
'Yes,' I said, rather pleased that I had, for once, managed to startle the greet Boots Tarsk-Bit, or Renato, the Great, as he now called himself.
'But he gave me the hundred pieces of gold,' I said, 'for a slave.'
Boots regarded Marcus, aghast.
'She is worth ten thousand, and more,' said Marcus, defensively.
'It is not that he is really insane,' I said. 'There are special circumstances involved.'
'Too,' said Marcus, angrily, 'I did not know at the time that she was a Cosian!'
'That does make a great deal of difference,' said Boots.
'Else a copper tarsk or two might have been too much,' said Marcus.
'Doubtless,' said Boots.
'You see,' I said, 'there are special considerations here. You note the discrepancy between, say, ten thousand pieces of gold, or more, and one or two copper tarsks.'
'She is not for sale, anyway, for any price,' said Marcus.
'Though I am not of the scribes,' said Boots, 'I did note the discrepancy.'
'And that is how I obtained one hundred pieces of gold in the north,' I said. 'And you wish to convey this paragon of beauty to the north?' asked Boots.
'You do not object, do you?' I asked.
'Certainly not,' said Boots. 'After all, that will give us something to do in leisure moments, fighting off armies from all directions, fending away clouds of mercenaries, battling hands of brigands, attempting to turn back innumerable waves of eager, lustful ruffians, and such.'
'I do not understand,' I said.
'I do,' said Marcus, pleased.
'I agreed to transport a Home Stone to Port Cos,' said Boots, 'not to risk traveling with one of the most fabulously desirable and beautiful women on Gor in my train.'
'She is certainly that,' agreed Marcus. 'You could always keep her in a box, or sack.
'I am certainly eager to see this slave,' said Boots.
'Despite the convictions and the enthusiasm of Marcus in this matter,' I said, 'well warranted though they doubtless are, I should make clear to you that they might not be shared, at least to his extent, by all casual observers.'
'I suppose that is possible,' said Marcus, reflectively, in a mood of uncommon charity.
'This is not to deny that the girl is an exquisite slave,' I said, 'and Marcus is training her very well.'
'What would she sell for?' asked Boots, bluntly.
'In a common market,' I asked, 'with nothing specials knows about her?'
'Yes,' he said.
'I would guess for something like two or two and a half silver tarsks,' I said. 'She is quite lovely then,' he said.
'Yes, but there are thousands upon thousands like her on Gor,' I said, 'and it is not like armies of tarnsmen would be launched to acquire her.'
'I see,' said Boots, relieved.
'What do you think Telitsia would sell for?' I asked.
'Probably about the same,' he said.
'But you would not sell her?'
'No,' smiled Boots, 'She is not for sale.'
'Then it is the same,' I said.
'Not really,' said Boots. 'Telitsia makes an excellent Brigella, and she is excellent about one's feet and thighs. She is devoted, and loving, and it is hardly ever necessary to whip her now.'
'It is seldom necessary to whip Phoebe now,' said Marcus.
'Yes, yes,' I said. 'I am sure they are both excellent slaves.'
'I trust,' said Boots, 'that the purse I have received, which was unusually heavy, contains the equivalent of at least a gold piece.
'Surely you trust me,' I said.
'I trust you,' said Boots. 'It is only that I am wary of your mathematics.'
'Have no fear,' is said. To be sure, there was more to what Boots was saying then might be evident at first sight. It was not that I had difficulty in adding and subtracting, of course, but rather that I was not always as knowledgeable as I might be about the relative values of various coins, of numerous cities, which, of course, depended on such things as compositions and weights, and exchange rates, which might fluctuate considerably. For example, if a city debases its coinage, openly or secretly, perhaps as an economy measure, to increase the amount of money in circulation, or there is a rumor to that effect, this will be reflected in the exchange rates. Many Gorean bankers, not only the fellows sitting on a rug in their booth on a street, their sleen about, but also those in the palaces and fortresses on the 'Streets of Coins,' work with scales. Too, sometimes coins are literally chopped into pieces. This is regularly done with copper tarsks to produce, usually, the eight tarsk bits equivalent in most cities to the copper tarsk. Every year at the Sardar Fair there is a motion before the bankers, literally, the coin merchants, to introduce a standardization of coinage among the major cities. To date, however, this has not been accomplished. I did not feel it was really fair of Boots to call attention to my possible lack of expertise in these matters. I was not, after all, of the merchants, nor, among them, of the coin merchants.
'The purse contains no copper tarsks,' I said.
'What?' said Boots.
'Of the hundred gold pieces we acquired in the north, we had only some ninety left,' I said. 'I am sorry. You
