it?â
âGreetings, young brother. Iâm glad you like Mokjung, but save masks for the grown-ups. Keep your true face for as long as you can.â
âOkay,â said Bum, dutifully.
âGranny, weâd really like some basic suppliesârice cakes and such. Are there shops youâd recommend? I donât know the rules and donât want to get into trouble.â
âSmart girl,â said Grandma Dol. âMost of the dokkaebi are more trouble than they are worth. But straight down this aisle at the second right, is Lee Chul, who makes excellent foodsâcheap and long lastingâand never adds magicks unless you ask. Tell him I sent you, and heâll give you a fair deal.â
âOh, thank you. Is Mr. Lee a stone like you?â
âHeavens no,â laughed Grandma Dol. âBut he was once a very impressive tree stump. Donât tell him I told you, though.â
âI wonât,â laughed Young-hee. âThanks so much.â
âIâm pleased to help. By the way ⦠could I interest you in a nice wooden lamp? Excellent workmanship with the delicate plum-fiber paper walls. Any candle placed in here will burn twice as bright and never go out, even in a hurricane. For you, just ten jungbo.â
âIt is lovely, but I need to save my money for the food. If some is left, Iâll come back,â she said. She was trying to be nice, but since goods from the Strange Land couldnât survive in the real world, she didnât want to waste her money. Or hair bands.
âHey, where are you going, boy?â Grandma Dol yelled. Bum had wandered into the stall and was making a grab for a small metal globe. â Donât touch things that donât belong to you,â she said, reaching to gently stop him.
âThanks. Heâs fast like that,â Young-hee said. They said their goodbyes and Young-hee, Bum firmly in hand again, headed for Lee Chulâs stall. With so many food stalls run by untrustworthy dokkaebi, she was glad of the old stoneâs advice. Sheâd just buy some food and start exploring Strange Land. Hopefully, somewhere calmer. The market seemed busier and busier the deeper she went, with hordes of people and creatures surging chaotically like water down rapids. But with a bit of bumping and jostling, she found Leeâs shop.
Lee was a sinewy man, lean from a lifetime of workâtotally unlike a tree stump, thought Young-heeâand pleasant, if totally fixated on business. He sold them kaypal rice cakes he promised would stay fresh even on a long journey. Despite Bumâs grabbing, Lee was not the sort to dole out free samples. He was startled but not shocked or angry when Young-hee admitted she didnât have jungboâor tongbo or jeongpye or other local currency. The hair bands she offered were more often the currency of witches and magicians, he said, but since he dealt with magic folk in his travels, heâd make a deal for half her hair bands. He even threw in a few copper tongbo coins and a cloth pouch for the rice cakes in exchange for her brightest scrunchies. The food would last the day, so Young-hee was pleased with the trade.
As soon as they started walking, Bum started whining about food. Fumbling with the drawstrings on the rice cake-filled pouch, Young-hee got bumped hard by people and creatures surging the other way, all carrying boxes and bags.
Stepping back to avoid the throng, Young-hee almost lost her balance and stumbled into a stall. She automatically said âsorryâ and gave a little bow. The merchant, smoking a large hookah pipe that filled the air with fruit-scented smoke, leaned across the counter. He was tall and thin, elegant and olive-skinned, with a neat goatee and mustache, and dark, soft hair that fell lazily into his eyes. A man, but definitely not Korean. âMight I interest you in something, young lady?â he asked. âI have a wide selection of beautiful
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