by Robin Hobb
'How sad,' she managed to say in an appropriate voice. 'I knew there were such high hopes when rumours of a second buried city first surfaced.'
He nodded, his dark head bent over the buckles of the satchel. She watched his fingers work the strap through the metal and at last pull it free. 'They did find one room with scrolls and such in it. The lower half of the room had silted in; I understand they are making efforts to salvage what they could of the scrolls that were buried, but the river water can be acid. However, there was one tall case in there, and six of the scrolls on the upper shelves were behind glass, in tubes made perhaps from horn and tightly stoppered. They were not perfectly preserved, but they did survive. Two seem to be plans for a ship. One has many illustrations of plants. Two others are possibly plans for a building. And the last one is here. For you.'
She could not speak. He had taken from the satchel a fat horn cylinder and she found herself wondering what sort of a beast had furnished such an immense and gleaming black horn. With a twist, he freed a wooden stopper from it, and then coaxed forth the contents. The scroll he drew out was pale tan, a thick roll of fine parchment wrapped around a dowel of polished black wood. The edges looked a bit frayed, but there were no outward signs of water damage or insect attacks or mildew. He offered it to her. She lifted her hands and then let them fall back in her lap. Her voice quavered when she spoke. 'What… what does it concern?'
'No one is exactly sure. But there are illustrations of an Elderling woman with black hair and golden eyes. And a dragon with similar colouring.'
'She was a queen,' Alise breathed. 'I don't know how to translate her name. But images of a crowned woman with dark hair and golden eyes occur in four of the scrolls I've studied. And in one, she is shown being carried in a sort of basket by a black dragon. He flew with her in the basket.'
'Extraordinary,' Hest muttered. He sat very still, holding the scroll out to her. Alise discovered that her hands were gripping one another tightly. After a moment he said, 'Don't you want to look at it?'
She drew a ragged breath. 'I know how much a scroll like that is worth; I know how much you must have paid for it.' She swallowed. I can't accept such an expensive gift. It's not… that is…'
'It wouldn't be proper. Unless we were engaged.' His voice had gone very deep. Was it a plea or a taunt?
'I don't understand why you court me!' she burst out suddenly. 'I'm not pretty. My family is not wealthy or powerful. My dowry is pitiful. I'm not even young. I'm past twenty! And you, you have everything, you are handsome, wealthy, intelligent, charming… why are you doing this? Why do you court me?'
He had drawn back from her a little bit, but he didn't seem flustered. On the contrary, a small smile bent his mouth.
'Do you think this is funny? Is it some sort of joke, some wager, perhaps?' she demanded wildly.
At those words, the smile fled his face. He rose abruptly, the scroll still clasped in his hand. 'Alise, that is… beyond insult! That you could accuse me of such a thing! Is that what you truly think of me?'
'I don't know what to think of you!' she responded. Her heart was beating somewhere in her throat. 'I don't know why you asked me to dance that first time. I don't know why you court me. I fear it can only end in disappointment and, and humiliation when you finally realize I am unsuitable and walk away from me. I had become accustomed to the idea that I would never wed. I had found a new purpose for my life. And now I fear that I will lose both my resignation to my spinsterhood and my opportunity to be something besides a withered old maid in the back rooms of my brother's house.'
Hest slowly sank back into his seat. He held the precious scroll loosely in his hands as if he had forgotten it, or at least forgotten how valuable an object it was. She tried not to stare at it. When he spoke, his words came slowly. 'Again, Alise, you make me see I have been unfair to you. Truly, you are no ordinary woman.' He paused and it seemed to Alise that it was a century before he spoke again. 'I could lie to you now. I could flatter you with sweet words and pretend to be infatuated with you. But I perceive now that you would soon see through such a ruse, and would disdain me all the more for attempting it.' He folded his lips for a long moment before he spoke again.
'Alise, you say you are not young. Neither am I. I am five years older than you are. I am, as you bluntly say, wealthy. The war has greatly affected our fortune, to be sure, as it has the fortune of every Bingtown Trader. And yet, as our trading has been diverse as are our holdings, we have been less damaged than many. I trust that we shall weather this war and emerge as a powerful family in the new Bingtown. And when my father dies, I will be the Trader for my family. I have been blessed, or sometimes I think, cursed, with a pleasing appearance. I have schooled myself to a charming manner, for we know that honey sweetens a bargain more than vinegar. I appear a social, convivial man, for that best suits the business I must do. Yet I do not think you will be surprised if I tell you that there is another Hest, a private and restrained one who, like you, enjoys being left in peace to pursue his own interests.
'I will tell you plainly that for several years now, my parents have been urging me to wed. I spent my youth in being educated and in travelling, the better to understand my father's trading partners. Balls and festivals and indeed,' he gestured at the tray and cups, 'polite tea parties bore me. And yet, according to my parents, I must court and wed a woman if I am to have children to follow me. I must have a wife who will keep track of our social duties, entertain lavishly when it is required, and move easily within Bingtown society. In short, I must marry a woman who is Trader born and raised. I admit that I would enjoy a quiet home of my own, and undemanding companionship from a woman who respected my foibles. So, when my parents told me, quite seriously, that I must either wed or begin to train my cousin to be my heir, I sighed at first. Then I looked about for a woman who would be calm, sensible and able to be independent of me for her own amusements. I needed someone capable of running my household without my constant attention. A woman who would not feel neglected if left alone for an evening, or even for months when business forces me to travel. You were suggested to me by one of my friends who had, indeed, heard of your interest in dragons and Elderlings. I believe you rather boldly went to his family home to borrow scrolls from his father's library. He was very impressed with your forthrightness and your scholarship.'
His words froze her. She suddenly knew who had recommended her to him. Sedric Meldar, Sophie's brother. He had been the one to help her find the scrolls in his father's study on the day she had borrowed them. She had always felt friendly toward Sedric; she'd even been infatuated with him when she was a girl. Yet it still shocked her to think he had urged his friend to consider her as a bride. Unaware of her confusion, Hest continued his tale.
'So, when I was lamenting my situation, he told me that I should find no better bride than a woman who already had a life and an interest of her own. And so I have found you to be. Indeed, you have such a life and interest of your own that I begin to wonder if a husband is something you could fit into your schedule.' He suddenly lifted his dark gaze to her. Did a spark of amusement twinkle in those depths?
'This is not a romantic proposal, Alise. I suspect that you deserve far better than I am offering you. Yet, bluntly speaking, I do not think you will be offered better. I am a wealthy man. I am intelligent, well mannered, and I think myself kind. I think we shall get on well enough, me with my business and you with your scholarly pursuits. In fact, I think that after we are wed, we shall both be greatly relieved to leave behind the nagging of our parents. So. Can you give me an answer today, Alise? Will you marry me?'
He paused. She could find no breath to answer his outrageous proposal. He thought, perhaps, that she hesitated. He repeated what, to another woman, might have seemed insult most foul, but to her was simply an acknowledgment of their positions. 'I do not think you will get a better offer. I am rich. Servants will do all the drudgery. You may hire whatever house-keepers and butlers you wish. Hire a s
ecretary and a cook to plan our dinners and entertainments. Whatever staff you need to preserve our facade, you shall have. You will have not only the time to pursue your studies, but an income sufficient to acquire the scrolls and books you require. And if you must travel to follow your studies, I will provide you with the proper companionship to allow you to do so. I do, sincerely, regret that I have made you lose the opportunity to see the dragons hatch. I promise you that, if you accept my proposal, you will be allowed to journey up the Rain Wild River and take whatever time you think you need to study the creatures for yourself. Come now. You cannot hope for a better bargain than that!'
Alise spoke slowly. 'You would buy me, in the hopes of a simpler life for yourself. You would buy me, with scrolls and time for scholarship.'
'You put it a bit crudely but—'
'I accept,' she said quickly. She held out her hand to him, thinking perhaps he would lift it to his lips and kiss it. Thinking, perhaps, he might even draw her into an embrace. Instead, he took it with a smile, shook it firmly as if they were two men sealing an agreement, and then turned it palm up. He set the treasured scroll into it. It was heavy, preserved by oil rubbed into it perhaps. The smell of its secrets rose to entice her. She hastily raised her other hand to cradle the precious thing. Hest was speaking, his deep voice rich with satisfaction.
'With your permission, I will announce our nuptials at the Summer Ball. After, of course, I have begged your father's leave.'
'I scarcely think you will have to beg it,' she murmured. She clasped the scroll to her breast as if it were her first born, and wondered what she had agreed to do.
The heels of Hest's boots clacked sharply against each stone step as he descended from the entry of the Kincarrons' modest manor house. Sedric straightened up from where he had been lounging against the tall red wheel of the pony trap. He brushed his brown hair back from his eyes and smiled as his tall friend approached. The broad grin on Hest's face promised good tidings. The little horse lifted his head and whickered softly as Sedric greeted him with, 'And so?'
'Both so impatient, are you?' Hest asked them affably as he approached.
'Well, you were a bit longer than we thought you'd be,' Sedric agreed as he clambered to the seat and took up the reins. 'I thought it might mean things weren't going so well. The signs lately have not been encouraging.'
Long-legged I lest easily mounted to the passenger side of the cramped vehicle and sat down with a sigh. 'I hate this contraption. The top of the seat hits me just above the small of my back, and the wheels find every bump in the road. I'll be grateful when Father lets me put the carriage back into service.'
Sedric clucked to the horse and he leaned into his harness. 'I expect that won't be soon. While the roads are so bad, this is a much more sensible mode of transport. We can thread our way around and through the blockages in the streets. Half of Gold Drive is blocked with stacked timber this week, and that's because they're rebuilding. There is still so much of Bingtown that needs to be demolished and hauled away before new structures can be erected. Half the shops in the Grand Market are still burned husks.'
'And the summer only makes the reek of the burned-out buildings worse. I know. I tried to find an open tea shop there yesterday, and the stench drove me away. I know the pony trap is more sensible. Just as wedding Alise Kincarron is the sensible thing to do. I don't have to like either one, only endure them. I tell you, Sedric, I've only been sensible for a few months now, and I'm already heartily sick of it.' With a groan, Hest leaned his lanky frame back on the low-backed seat, then sat up with an exclamation of disgust and rubbed his back. 'This is the most uncomfortable mode of transport ever invented. Why on earth did the Kincarrons build their manor so far from the centre of town?'
'Possibly because it was the piece of land they were originally granted by the Satrap. It's had one benefit for them. The raiders and the looters didn't want to come out this far.'
'Keeping an ugly house intact is small recompense for living in such a forsaken location. Didn't they ever consider moving to a better part of town?'
'I doubt they've had the financial option.'
'Seems like poor planning. A few less daughters to dower and they'd have had a better estate for their sons.'
Sedric chose to ignore his friend's complaint. He held the reins lightly in his browned hands, guiding the horse around a washed-out bit of the road. 'So. Must I drag the details from you? How did your courting go? Have you divined why the lady has seemed to scorn such an eminently fine catch as yourself?'
'It was as you surmised. It shocks me to admit this, but your penchant for knowing the gossip and peculiarities of Bingtown have paid off yet again. Alise would genuinely rather travel up the Rain Wild River and watch dragons hatch than accompany me to the ball. She herself admitted that her dragon fixation is a bit of an obsession; apparently she had resigned herself to being an old maid and deliberately chosen an eccentric pursuit to occupy her lonely days. And then I not only dashed her dreams of spinsterhood all to splinters, but spoiled her chance of watching dragons hatch by viciously begging that she accompany me to the ball. So. I'm a beast. Naturally, that devastates me.'
Sedric cast a glance over at his usually devil-may-care friend. Hest looked solemn. 'So I will have to drag it out of you, won't I? Did you salvage anything? Will she accompany you to the ball?'
'Oh, she'll do better than that.' Hest stretched casually, and then turned and gave Sedric the full benefit of his perfect grin. His green eyes sparked in conspiratorial glee. 'Your gift suggestion worked perfectly. One glimpse of it and she accepted my proposal. Asking her father for her hand will be a mere formality, as she herself noted. Congratulate me, my friend. I'm to be wed.' As he made that final announcement, his voice flattened, his tone suddenly at odds with his words.
Sedric bit his lower lip for a moment, quelling his own dismay. Quietly, he offered, 'Congratulations. I wish you both every happiness.'
Hest scowled at him. 'Well, I don't know about her, but I intend to be happy. Because I don't intend that this should change any aspect of my life. And if she's wise, she'll choose to be happy, too. She won't get a better offer. Oh, don't give me that rebuking look, Sedric. You're the one who suggested that the best way for me to make my family happy was to find a woman who wouldn't expect much of me. You even suggested that Alise Kincarron would perfectly fill the requirement. I met her, I agreed with you, and now she's to be mine. In time, she'll grace my home, provide me with a fat baby to inherit my name and fortune, and guarantee to me that my father doesn't choose my cousin as heir over me. All very practical and wise, and at a minimum of inconvenience to myself.'
'But sad, nonetheless,' Sedric said quietly.
'Why sad? We'll all be getting what we want.'
'Not precisely,' Sedric muttered. 'And not honestly.' He sighed again. 'And Alise deserves better. She's a good person. A kind person.'
'You, my friend, are too prone to sentiment. And honesty is vastly over-rated. Why, if we imposed honesty on Bingtown in general, all the Traders would be paupers by next week.'
Sedric found he could not frame a reply to that. After a moment, Hest asked defensively, 'Why did you put the idea in my head, if you didn't intend me to act on it?'
Sedric gave a small shrug. He hadn't, truly, expected that Hest would follow up on his cynical suggestion. That he had done so slightly undercut his admiration for the man. 'It's an old saying. If you want to be happy, marry an ugly woman and live with a grateful wife.' Then he admitted uncomfortably, 'I was in my cups when I made the suggestion to you and feeling a bit morose about my own situation. Alise isn't a bad person. And she's certainly not ugly. Just not, well, not beautiful. Not by Bingtown standards. But she's kind. She used to come visit my sisters when we were younger. She was kind to me during a time when most girls treated me as if I had some sort of a disease.'
'Oh, yes. I'd forgotten that spotty phase you went through,' Hest needled him merrily. 'She probably thought you'd ke
ep your spots and they'd match her freckles.' His green eyes danced mischievously.
Sedric resisted a smile. 'My «spots» were more than a phase; they seemed to last a lifetime! So her kindness, her willingness to be my partner at cards or to sit beside me at the table when she stayed for luncheon was important to me. She was my friend then. Not that I know her well now; I don't, just well enough to know that she was nice and had a good mind, if not a pretty face or a fortune.' Sedric shook his head unhappily, and then pushed his unruly hair back from his eyes, I would never wish ill on her. When I suggested she'd make you a fine, undemanding wife, I never thought you would actually propose to her.'
'Oh, of course you did!' Hest was heartless in his accusation. 'You've been by my side for most of my courtship of her. And you've been instrumental to the whole plan! You picked her out, you even told me what gift, exactly, might warm her toward me. And I should let you know that you were precisely correct on that! I thought the whole game was lost, until I trotted out that scroll. Turned the whole situation around for me, it did.'