Rysn frowned. Why—
“I’m so tired of explaining this,” the man continued. “We live simply. That does not make us stupid. For years the outsiders came, trying to exploit us because of our ignorance. We are tired of it, woman. Everything you say is true. Not true—obvious. Yet you say it as if we’d never stopped to consider. ‘Oh! Medicine! Of course we need medicine! Thank you for pointing that out. I was just going to sit here and die.’”
Rysn blushed. “I didn’t—”
“Yes, you did mean that,” Talik said. “The condescension dripped from your lips, young lady. We’re tired of being taken advantage of. We’re tired of foreigners who try to trade us trash for riches. We don’t have knowledge of the current economic situation on the mainland, so we can’t know for certain if we are being cheated or not. Therefore, we trade only with people we know and trust. That is that.”
Current economic situation on the mainland… ? Rysn thought. “You’ve trained in Thaylenah,” she guessed.
“Of course I have,” Talik said. “You have to know a predator’s tricks before you can catch him.” He settled back, which let her relax a little. “My parents sent me to train as a child. I had one of your babsks. I made trademaster on my own before returning here.”
“Your parents being the king and queen?” Rysn guessed again.
He eyed her. “The king and king’s consort.”
“You could just call her a queen.”
“This trade is not happening,” Talik said, standing. “Go and tell your master we are sorry for his illness and hope that he recovers. If he does, he may return next year during the trading season and we will meet with him.”
“You imply you respect him,” Rysn said, scrambling to her feet—and away from that drop. “So just trade with him!”
“He is sickly,” Talik said, not looking at her. “It would not do him justice. We’d be taking advantage of him.”
Taking advantage of… Passions, these people were strange. It seemed even odder to hear such things coming from the mouth of a man who spoke such perfect Thaylen.
“You’d trade with me if you respected me,” Rysn said. “If you thought I was worthy of it.”
“That will take years,” Talik said, joining his mother at the front of the shelf. “Go away, and—”
He cut off as the king spoke to him softly in Reshi.
Talik drew his lips into a line.
“What?” Rysn asked, stepping forward.
Talik turned toward her. “You have apparently impressed the king. You argue fiercely. Though you dismiss us as primitives, you’re not as bad as some.” He ground his teeth for a moment. “The king will hear your argument for a trade.”
Rysn blinked, looked from one to the other. Hadn’t she just made her argument for a trade, with the king listening?
The woman regarded Rysn with dark eyes and a calm expression. I’ve won the first fight, Rysn realized, like the warriors on the battlefield. I’ve dueled and been judged worthy to spar with the one of greater authority.
The king spoke, and Talik interpreted. “The king says that you are talented, but that the trade cannot—of course—continue. You should return with your babsk when he comes again. In a decade or so, perhaps we will trade with you.”
Rysn searched for an argument. “And is that how Vstim gained respect, Your Majesty?” She would not fail in this. She couldn’t! “Over years, with his own babsk?”
“Yes,” Talik said.
“You didn’t interpret that,” Rysn said.
“I…” Talik sighed, then interpreted her question.
The king smiled with apparent fondness. She spoke a few words in their language, and Talik turned to his mother, looking shocked. “I… Wow.”
“What?” Rysn demanded.
“Your babsk slew a coracot with some of our hunters,” Talik said. “On his own? A foreigner? I had not heard of such a thing.”
Vstim. Slaying something? With hunters? Impossible.
Though he obviously hadn’t always been the wizened old ledgerworm that he was now, she’d imagined he’d been a wizened young ledgerworm in the past.
The king spoke again.
“I doubt you’ll be slaying any beasts, child,” Talik interpreted. “Go. Your babsk will recover from this. He is wise.”
No. He is dying, Rysn thought. It came to her mind unbidden, but the truth of it terrified her. More than the height, more than anything else she’d known. Vstim was dying. This might be his final trade.
And she was ruining it.
“My babsk trusts me,” Rysn said, stepping closer to the king, moving along the greatshell’s nose. “And you said you trust him. Can you not trust his judgment that I am worthy?”
“One cannot substitute for personal experience,” Talik translated.
The beast stepped, ground trembling, and Rysn clenched her teeth, imagining them all toppling off. Fortunately, up this high, the motion was more like a gentle sway. Trees rustled, and her stomach lurched, but it wasn’t any more dangerous than a ship surging on a wave.
Rysn stepped closer to where the king stood beside the beast’s nose. “You are king—you know the importance of trusting those beneath you. You cannot be everywhere, know everything. At times, you must accept the judgment of those you know. My babsk is such a man.”
“You make a valid point,” Talik translated, sounding surprised. “But what you do not realize is that I have already paid your babsk this respect. That is why I agreed to speak with you myself. I would not have done this for another.”
“But—”
“Return below,” the king said through Talik, her voice growing harder. She seemed to think this was the end. “Tell your babsk that you proceeded far enough to speak with me personally. Doubtless, this is more than he expected. You may leave the island, and return when he is well.”
“I…” Rysn felt as if a fist were crushing her throat, making it hard for her to speak. She couldn’t fail him, not now.
“Give him my best wishes for his recovery,” the king said, turning away.
Talik smiled in what seemed to be satisfaction. Rysn glanced at her two guards, who bore grim expressions.
Rysn stepped away. She felt numb. Turned away, like a child demanding sweets. She felt a furious blush consume her as she walked past the men and women preparing more bundles of fruit.
Rysn stopped. She looked to her left, out at the endless expanse of blue. She turned back toward the king. “I believe,” Rysn said loudly, “that I need to speak with someone with more authority.”
Talik turned toward her. “You have spoken to the king. There is nobody with more authority.”
“I beg your pardon,” Rysn said. “But I do think there is.”
One of the ropes shook from having its fruit gift consumed. This is stupid, this is stupid, this is—
Don’t think.
Rysn scrambled to the rope, causing her guards to cry out. She grabbed the length of rope and let herself over the side, climbing down beside the greatshell’s head. The god’s head.
Passions! This was hard in a skirt. The rope bit into the skin of her arms, and it vibrated as the creature below crunched on the fruit upon its end.