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wares. But there was an eerie quiet to the place, an unusual stillness. When I reached RemnтАЩs shop, the
door was closed, the windows shuttered. I knocked, and he let me in with a worried expression. Shorter
than even me, and twice again as round, he greeted me with a smile, but there was a sadness in his eyes.
тАЬXylara. What are you doing out this morn?тАЭ

тАЬGood morning and good trade to you, Master Remn.тАЭ I slipped through the door, and watched him bolt
it behind me.

тАЬTrade.тАЭ He heaved a sigh, and gestured at his shelves. тАЬIn war time, no one buys books, Lara. We are
free to sit and drink and eat my wifeтАЩs tarts in the echoing silence of my shop.тАЭ He shook his head in
despair.

I pulled the book from my bag. He smiled when he saw it. тАЬAh, I remember when you bought this. Your
first, yes?тАЭ He turned it over and ran his large hand over it. тАЬDoes it need a repair?тАЭ

тАЬNo. I was wondering how much you would give for it.тАЭ

He looked at me, dark eyes questioning. тАЬWord in the market is that you are buying healing supplies for
the prisoners.тАЭ

I shrugged.

He thinned his lips and thought for a moment, tapping the book with one long finger. тАЬWait here.тАЭ
Abruptly, he went in the back, and returned with a small pouch. He handed it to me, and it clinked in my
hand. тАЬMy brotherтАЩs son was lost in battle. We have heard no word, but I do this in his name. I pray to
the gods that there is one on that side with a heart such as yours.тАЭ

I opened the pouch and looked in. тАЬRemn, this is too muchтАжтАЭ

He held up his hand. тАЬI hold your book as surety, Lady. I know that you will repay me.тАЭ He pointed his
finger at me. тАЬMind you donтАЩt take too long about it.тАЭ

I laughed and hugged him. He brushed aside my thanks and urged me to go home. I refused, gently.

He scowled at me. тАЬVery well, then. Take one of my apprentices with you. You should have an escort,
young lady.тАЭ

/тАЬIтАЩve only to go to EstovalтАЩs. IтАЩll be fine.тАЭ He grumbled, but opened the door and I waved as I continued
on.

I stopped briefly at KalisaтАЩs cart. She was busy with actual customers, who looked close to buying all of
her stock. So I tucked a bottle of my joint medicine into her gnarled hand and moved off. She called her
thanks behind me.

Next to EstovalтАЩs. He was farther down the street, and now the early morning crowd was beginning to
enter the market. But the merchants werenтАЩt opening their windows to display their wares, instead they
were dealing from behind their doors and shutters. There was an air of desperation from those seeking to
purchase goods. I hurried my feet and concentrated on trying to remember another mixture that was
supposed to help scarring. I could remember goatтАЩs milk boiled thick, but the rest eluded me. Ah, well.
Perhaps Esto-val would know. Also, I needed plenty of lotion makings. IтАЩd no wish to sell any more