Gauk had cut it.
âIt would have fetched a better price if youâd not cut it so,â said the merchant as Gauk took a seat on a three-legged stool.
âNo doubt,â said Gauk. âI would like to sell the peltâbut keep the paws at my hip.â
He had always left bargaining for sailcloth or salt cod to Snorri, who had always had the cheerful retort and the offhand, easy manner that brought a price lower and lower, with laughter and gentle teasing on both sides.
Fat Grim was an old hunter himself, judging from the scar that ran along one arm, a long, pink cord from wrist to elbow, the sort of wound a boar made, slashing with his tusks. The grizzled merchant touched the walrus scar in the bear pelt and said, âYou did not kill this bear all alone.â
âI hunted with a friend,â said Gauk. âBut as the Norns wove my fate, I had no choice but to kill him with my own hands.â
Gauk had heard hunters and warriors describe their feats with a terse humility, and always had admired the matter-of-fact stoicism of such men. Gauk had never anticipated sounding like this himself.
âNo doubt that is why you wanted to keep the paws,â said Fat Grim, indicating the remnant at Gaukâs feet. âAs a memorial to your friend.â
When Gauk smiled, but did not make any further remark, the merchant reached for a pitcher and poured ale into a wooden cup. He offered the drink to Gauk, who accepted it in both hands, as good manners dictated. He waited until the merchant had poured a cupful for his own enjoyment. Drinking was rarely casual among Norsemen.
The two drained their cups. It was good, sweet ale. Fat Grim poured them new servings and they both drained their cups againâto show restraint in drinking was unmanly and discourteous. Grim wiped his heavy mustache with his sleeve, took in Gaukâs sword and the dried blood on his tunic, and gave a belch, the sign of a good-hearted appreciation for drink.
âSix seal pelts will fetch an eyrir of silver among the Swedes,â said Grim, âbut try to sell seal pelts to the Franks and theyâll ask you to throw in a keg of boat pitch, something they could use.â
Gauk said nothing, aware that he knew too little of such things.
âBear pelts, though, are a different matter.â
âHow much can you give me?â Gauk asked.
Grim raised a finger, silently counseling patience. âPerhaps you would sell the sword strapped around your middle.â
âI won thisââ with bloodshed , he nearly said.
The trader sighed. âThe Franks have rare ladies. Cream-fed noble folk. They take a special joy in feeling bear pelts against their skin.â
âSo how muchââ
âIâve heard such Frankish ladies dream of cloud-borne pleasures when they drowse on such furs.â
âIâve never met a Dane, let alone a Frankish lady.â
Grimâs eyes grew small as he offered a compassionate smile. He added, âBut there are no Franks in Blot, my brave hunter, and not likely to be until much later in the summerâif even then, when their ships call this far north.â
âThe seer,â said Gauk, âwill want a plump purse before heâll agree to the son of my father.â Son of my father was the polite, formal way of referring to oneself. Gauk felt disconsolate, and more in need of a seerâs advice than ever.
Grim poured them both more ale. âIt is at this point in the bargaining,â said the trader, âthat a merchant from one of those fjords to the south cheats the youthful traveler.â They both drank. âThey give the hunter a bag of resin and a tethered goose, and weep that the price is too dear.â
Gauk burped. The drink was strong. âIt is a pity to cheat a traveler.â
âAnd the gods,â said Grim, with a bright look in his eye, âloathe a crooked merchant.â
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