does not make our trade prohibitively expensive. Surely you cannot refuse such an opportunity!'
'Dare not tell me what I can or cannot refuse, overman! Still, you make it sound very tempting. If your gold is as plentiful as you imply, I could indeed find uses for it.' The Baron mused for a moment and then went on, 'But then, to your second point, your own life; why should I not accept trade arrangements with your people, but still put you to death? I could easily demand your life as the necessary tribute; would not overmen give up a single life for a new trade route?'
'Perhaps they would under certain circumstances, but they will not give up my life, for I am the hereditary Prince of Ordunin, and the life of a reigning prince is not within your rights to demand.' Garth was relying on the Baron's ignorance of the culture of the overmen of the Northern Waste in this, for in fact the title he claimed, though genuine, was strictly a ceremonial honor with no real significance beyond the privilege of speaking first in the City Council; a privilege it was customary to waive.
There was a moment of silence as the Baron considered this. Then he shifted his gaze to Galt and demanded, 'You! Who are you?'
'I am Galt, my lord, a trader out of Ordunin.'
'And who is this?' He pointed at Garth.
'That is Garth, Prince of Ordunin, a lord of the Overmen of the Northern Waste.' Galt spoke casually, his pale blue cloak draped across one arm, his wide-brimmed hat shading his yellow eyes, looking completely at ease and unconcerned. Long years of experience had taught him that such a pose was most desirable in almost every sort of dealings with humans, be it trade, diplomacy, or less formal activities.
'You will swear to that?'
Galt blinked, and smiled a lipless smile. 'If you wish.'
'I do.'
'I swear by my head that this overman is Garth, hereditary Prince of Ordunin, son of Karth and Tarith, known to me as such for many years and so recognized by all my people.'
'There were more of you, were there not?'
'Yes.'
'Will they so swear?'
'Undoubtedly. Larth is Garth's double-cousin, and Tand has known him since childhood.'
The Baron turned back to Garth. 'Why did you not let me know this before, that I might have treated you as your rank deserved?'
'Why should I tempt you with a prince's ransom?'
'Are you not doing so now?'
'No, for I am not alone this time, and furthermore my people are now aware that Skelleth is no longer the mighty fortress that repelled our ancestors' attacks. Even should you take all four of us captive, there would be no ransom but fire and sword. As you surely realize, paying out ransoms sets a bad precedent.'
The Baron scowled and slumped back in his chair. After a thoughtful pause he said, 'It seems that you have the better of me in this matter; to indulge my whims would be far too costly, so I must let you live and go free. However, if you are in truth the reigning Prince of Ordunin, then there are other demands I may make. You seek for your people the free use of roads and rights of way that I happen to have proprietary rights upon. Our two nations are technically still at war, however, so that I cannot under ordinary circumstances grant such permissions as you seek without being untrue to my own oaths as vassal to the High King at Kholis; this is true though it would obviously be of great advantage to me personally and to my realm, and though our war has been unfought these three hundred years. Had you considered this?'
'Not in detail,' Garth replied; he hesitated, and then continued, 'I am not fully conversant with the laws of Eramma and I assumed that reasonable beings such as ourselves could find some way around such an obstacle.'
'And I think we shall, Garth, I think we shall.' The Baron grinned. 'There are conditions under which I may make a separate peace, without the intervention of the High King; specifically, I can accept your surrender and your oath of fealty to me as a vassal prince.'
'What?' Garth's reply was startled from him.
'Yes. You see, that would finish off the war very neatly, and remove any obstacles it might create. Under the terms of my own commitment to the High King I cannot surrender myself to you unless defeated in battle, but there are no such constraints upon you. Were you my vassal and loyal servant, our two peoples would no longer be at war.' The grin widened. 'Furthermore, as my vassal, your underlings would of course have full access, free of tariff, to all my lands. They would of course be required to pay the customary taxes, and tolls for the use of some highways, but only at the same rates as my human subjects. In short, your goal of establishing open trade would be achieved.'
Garth was too shocked to speak. After a pause, the Baron said, 'Come, now, overman, is this so unreasonable? You offered any reasonable tribute; is a simple oath of fealty and the consequent obligation unreasonable? The hundred barons of Eramma do not think so.'
Garth stammered, then fell silent. He gathered his wits and replied, 'I cannot give you an immediate answer. I cannot make such a commitment without consulting my City Council.' His initial astonishment was fading, to be replaced with a growing outrage; how dare this mere human even consider making himself lord over overmen? Still, it would be well to remain diplomatic; perhaps some lip service could be paid to such an arrangement briefly, until a more sensible agreement could be worked out. It was a matter that did, indeed, warrant the consideration of the City Council.
'Oh? Your Council? Very well. I had hoped to conclude this matter here and now, but I suppose I can tolerate some delay. Where is this Council?'
'In Ordunin.' Garth stopped himself from adding, 'Of course.'
'Of course. In that case, it seems to me that the sooner you are on the way back to Ordunin, the better. I will give you twenty-four hours to be out of Skelleth on the Wasteland Road, and I will have you swear, here and now, that you will present my proposal to this Council as soon as you reach Ordunin, and that you will present it fairly and reasonably, as I have presented it to you. Agree to these terms, and your companions may remain and trade in peace.'
Garth suppressed an impulse to lash out in rage. His expression, as always, remained blank and calm. It required an effort, though, for him to say, 'I do so swear that I will present your proposal fairly to the City Council immediately upon my return to Ordunin.'
'Good! I think our business is done then; begone! I would talk to this trader.' The Baron waved him away peremptorily.
Garth bowed, giving no sign of his fury, and departed, the Baron's guards stepping quickly out of his way.
The Baron watched him go and smiled to himself. The overman would meet his terms, he was sure; he would swear the oath of fealty, thinking that he was committing himself to a few demeaning ceremonies and light taxation, service in name more than fact. It would be thoroughly delightful then to spring upon him the actual reason for his oath-an oath that included the obligation to provide his lord with all the military force at his disposal. It would be a simpler matter to pick a fight with that half-wit lord of Ur-Dormulk, who would march his army to Skelleth expecting an easy victory only to be met, not by three dozen half-trained farmers, but by warbeasts and overmen. Never again would that fat fool laugh at Doran of Skelleth! Never again would he be ignored and ridiculed, seated at the foot of the High King's table at the decennial meetings in Kholis!
A hundred overmen in full armor, a hundred warbeasts, would make him the most powerful baron in Eramma. That was the tribute he intended to exact from this absurd commerce!
When the door had closed Garth away from sight, he bestirred himself from his daydreams of power and glory and waved Herrenmer up to his side. He whispered a few words in his captain's ear, then turned his attention to Galt.
'So, trader, you seek to bring wealth to our two lands. What would you consider a fair tax upon your receipts?'
As Galt roused himself to begin negotiations, Herrenmer slipped from the room; the overman paid him no heed.
A moment later Garth was halfway across the market square, returning to his two companions, when he
