decided to take his wine and get the hell out of there. Before he went, though, he gave Jenwal a wink and a significant look. âCareful, sirâÂshe bites.â
He found Artus and Brana sitting around the campfire outside the pavilionâÂJenwalâs squire had been sent on some kind of errand, or perhaps was answering natureâs call. Tyvian sat himself on a log and sipped his wine.
Artus, who had been sullen pretty consistently since Derby, roused himself from his adolescent doldrums to ask a civil question. He was sipping something out of a cup made of silver and inlaid with rubies. âWhere do they get it all?â
âGet what?â
Artus motioned to the elaborate camp setup and the pavilion. âWeâve passed, what, fifteen guys like this since we been on this road? Iâve seen more fancy castles than I can count, too. And these werenât defensive keeps neither, or watchtowersâÂthese were castles of rich knights in rich clothes.â Artus shook his head. âWhere do they get all the money, is all I wanna know. I mean, these are fertile lands, sure, but all this ?â
Tyvian grimaced, but in truth welcomed the return of an Artus who didnât actively despise him. âLoans. Investments. Itâs all very complicated, Artus, but basically itâs like this: Eretheria has been fertile farmland for thousands of years. There hasnât been a drought of any significance for almost a century. Now, what does that mean?â
Artus frowned. âLots of crops, I guess.â
âCorrectâÂlots of crops. Lots of crops means guaranteed income. Guaranteed income means the capability to take out loans against your future prosperity.â
Artus nodded. âYeah, I heard about thatâÂbut then you gotta pay it back, right? Youâve gotta pay back more than you borrowed in the first place. Why would you do that, when you could just wait a bit longer?â
Tyvian shrugged. âYouâre not thinking like an ambitious Eretherian peer, Artus. Why wait when you can borrow money to invest in your land to make it worth even more money? Then, you can refinance your loan for even more money, which you can then reinvest.â
Artus laughed. âYouâre kidding me, right? Thatâs crazyâÂyou canât do that forever.â
âOf course not.â Tyvian grinned. âWhen things get tight, though, you can just invade your neighborâs land and seize a particular part of itâÂsay a well, for instanceâÂand then you can pay off the loans with the new income that land generates.â
Artus shook his head, considering the implications. âThat still sounds crazy to me.â
Tyvian nodded. âIt is, in fact, crazy. I assure you of that. Such Eretherian financial gymnastics also happen to be the basis of the entire economy of the West. That, Artus, is where they get all the money.â Tyvian motioned to the smoke climbing into the night sky. âFrom everywhere and nowhere in particular.â
Hool stalked into the firelight and threw Jenwalâs squire onto the ground and sat on him. He was unconscious. She said nothing, but took to examining her human nails with some curiosity. Her illusory hair was mussed, and not in a wind-Âblown kind of way. Tyvian sighed. âHool, what did you do?â
Hool glared at him, and in her copper eyes Tyvian could see every inch of the man-Âeating beast she was. âThat man touched my breasts.â
Tyvian swallowed hard. âDid you . . .â
âI didnât kill him. I just hurt him,â Hool said simply. âWe should leave now.â
Tyvian looked down at the velvet-Âwrapped object in Hoolâs hands. âFine,â he said. âBut we donât steal anything.â
Hool shrugged. âWho would want all this stupid stuff anyway?â
Tyvian ducked back into the pavilion to check on Sir Jenwalâs
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