"Dog is good friend for many miles. Long pedigree: much money. Not see another like him."
He looked askance at my filthy, tatty animal.
"You right there . . . Now, this room most commodious, and-"
"Karim Bey a.s.sured me we should have our own room," I said mendaciously.
That did it. At the mention of the agent"s name Chippi scuttled away down the verandah and showed us into another room two doors down, the twin of the first. He had an injured air, but I learned later it was common practice to try to make newcomers share and collect for two separate rooms. Corruption became more rife the farther east we came, but it was all good-humored, played as a sort of game: you won some, you lost some, and within a minute or two Chippi was all smiles again, showing us the washhouse and taking away our dirty laundry, to be returned spotless within hours.
For the next few days I worked busily for Karim, first in the warehouses where I a.s.sisted his tally man as goods moved day by day; one morning we would exchange silks from Cathay for pottery from Greece, and in the afternoon check in rice or rugs or rich tapestries. Perishables were usually targeted to the market, but in the main office, full of scrolls, clerks and comings and goings, the rest of the goods were a.s.signed to various caravans, north, south, east or west; orders were taken, part consignments made up, other traders contacted for out-of-the-way requirements. Karim also had an army of scouts distributed throughout the town and outlying villages, ready to report the unusual, and if he thought it worth his while he would send an expert to bargain for whatever it was. He also did his own trading, short journeys only, mainly in small goods and local pottery.
Besides the warehouses, and the office, I was also sent to the market to oversee the trading in the perishables, and by the end of that first week I earned a commendation for my hard work.
"And now we must concentrate on the language. Master Ricardus, he must be much of an age with you, and he was fluent in basic Arabic within weeks, could add and subtract faster than most and bargain with the best. An old head on young shoulders."
"And where is this young paragon now?" I asked, masking my irritation with a smile. I could just imagine this pompous, unbearable young man strutting around dispensing wisdom I didn"t want at all hours of the day and night.
"He has accompanied a small caravan some seventy miles south, to act as my agent. It is the second such journey he has undertaken; he made me a good profit the last time. I expect him back within a couple of days."
But in fact he came back that very afternoon. When I returned to our room at sunset, after making a couple of deliveries of orders for ribbons and sewing materials to some small shops down the alleys, Chippi met me at the gate to the courtyard with a conspiratorial smile on his lips.
"Your new friend is back being with us. He has just had a big bath. . . ." He indicated the bathhouse. "At suppertime you will see."
I hurried up the steps, Tug and Growch close behind. I had better have a wash myself, find a clean shirt and comb my hair before I met Wonder Boy. But there was someone in my room already, bending over the wooden chest at the foot of my bed, just about to lift the lid.
"What the h.e.l.l . . . !"
He straightened up guiltily, then just stared and stared.
"When I heard the name . . . You"ve come a long way, haven"t you, Mistress Summer!"
The recognition was mutual.
"My G.o.d!" I said, "You . . ."
Chapter Seven.
Instantly my mind was whirled back to a stretch of forest in a country hundreds of miles away. It must have been some eighteen months ago but it seemed like a hundred years. So much had happened in between that I didn"t even feel like the same girl. Now the scene came back with sudden clarity, and I could see the dirty-faced stable lad who had helped me and my previous friends escape imprisonment and torture, been well paid for his trouble-and then robbed me of the rest of my moneys.
Even then I had somewhat admired his cheek and, remembering he was only stealing to help his widowed mother and sisters, I had told him to seek out Master Spicer, feeling sure that the kind man would give him a better-paid job in his own stables. I recalled Matthew had said the lad had been sent somewhere for "training," but until this moment had thought no more about it.
But the young man standing in front of me now, with his freshly coiffed hair, fine clothes and added inches of height-he must be at least as tall as I-bore little resemblance to the scruffy boy I had thought to be only about fourteen.
Amazing what good food and an easier life could do; he must be about seventeen, I guessed, and the only familiar features were the thatch of fair hair-still untidy in spite of the fashionable basin cut with the curled fringe- the intensely blue eyes with their look of sharp intelligence, and the rather greedy mouth.
"What in the world are you doing here, d.i.c.kon?"
"Not d.i.c.kon anymore: Ricardus. I"m working for Matthew Spicer as a trainee trader and have done pretty well for myself-"
"So I"ve heard . . ."
"-and d.i.c.kon is a common, peasant name. Latinized it sounds far more impressive, don"t you think?"
To me he was still d.i.c.kon. "How are your mother and sisters?"
A hint of a scowl. "Well enough. Master Spicer secretly sends them a part of my wages. My eldest sister has got married. . . . But what about you? Why are you here? And why dressed as a lad? What happened to the rest of the ragtag you carted round with you?"
"Part of it is still here," I said, pointing to Growch, who was growling softly.
"Quiet, boy; you"ve met him before." I nodded at Tug. "He travels with us to find his people; he was stolen as a slave sometime back." Tug was scowling.
"Friend, Tug. Ricardus. Say it . . ." But he wouldn"t, and, still scowling, spat over his shoulder, which is neither easy nor a sign of approval.
"Looks a bit of a dimwit to me," commented d.i.c.kon. "What of the others?"
"The knight went back to his lady-"
"Thought you were sweet on him?"
"-and the mare, the tortoise and the pigeon found their own kind."
"What about the pig? The one I saw fly. What of him?"
"Nothing," I said defensively. I still didn"t want to think about him. "He-went back to his beginnings." Which was true enough, but light on the full details.
"Thought you might have got some money out of it by selling him to a freak show. Pigs don"t fly." His eyes were too sharp, too inquisitive.
"His wings were only temporary things. . . ."
"Oh, fell off did they? You should have sewed them on more firmly. . . . Still haven"t told me why you"re here, though. Must say you"ve got nice long legs, Mistress Summer!"
I pulled my jerkin down. "Master Summer, if you please!" I had had just about enough time to think. "I"m here for the same reason you are: to learn the business. Matthew-Master Spicer-thought I would be safer dressed this way." Why was I blushing?
He grinned, winked. "Way he talked about you, took me in without question on your word, thought he was keen on you. . . . Fact remains, dressed as a lad or not, this is no job for a female. Surprised he let you come."
"It wasn"t a question of letting me-" I stopped. Better not tell him too much.
Somehow I didn"t feel I could trust him. Apart from that brief meeting a year and a half ago, what else did I know about him except that he was a thief, made the most of his opportunities and had become a bit of a sn.o.b?
His eyes were narrowed, considering me. "And no one knows of this change of s.e.x, "cept me?"
"Apart from Matthew, Suleiman-and Signor Falcone in Venice." Two of the three, anyway.
He seemed satisfied. "Must admit you don"t look too bad. Bet you don"t walk right, though; women walk from the hips, men from the knee."
"You haven"t seen me walk," I objected.
"Not yet, but I"ll bet you . . ."
"Just wait and see," I snapped. "At least I don"t suppose you have ever been propositioned as a b.u.m-boy!"
His eyes widened. "My, you have been living it up! How did you get out of that one?"
I shrugged. "A knife and a few words, carefully chosen . . ."
"I still can"t believe Master Spicer sent you all the way out here just to learn the business." He narrowed his eyes again. "Are you sure you weren"t sent out on a special mission? As a spy, perhaps?"
"Don"t be ridiculous. I just wanted to see a bit of the world, that"s all. I haven"t the money to travel as a pampered female and I-we-thought this was a good way to do it." What had he been searching for in the wooden chest? Why was he afraid of someone spying? After all, he hadn"t known I would turn up until he saw me.
Chippi came bustling up the stairs to announce that the evening meal was ready.
"Ah, the great friends they have met! Two such pretty young fellows, by d.a.m.n!
Much good pals will be. Wife has prepared special dish. Coming down for same, isn"t it?"
Tables were set out in the courtyard as usual, but tonight Chippi deigned to sit with us at the table of honor nearest the kitchen. Mistress Chippi wouldn"t join us, of course: women were generally of lower status than the menfolk out here. As dark as her husband, but much fatter, she bustled about setting out delicacies for starters: crisply fried savory biscuits, bean shoots, meat b.a.l.l.s.
Then came the special dish, a steaming heap of meat and vegetables on a bed of boiled rice. I watched how d.i.c.kon would cope; he took up one of the soft pancakes Chippi called chapatis, folded it round a mouthful of food, conveyed it to his mouth without so much as spilling a grain of rice and chewed appreciatively.
"Excellent!" He spoke with his mouth full: he hadn"t learned everything yet.
It looked easy enough, and I managed quite nicely but, as I leant forward to scoop up another mouthful, a terrible delayed reaction set in.
My tongue, my mouth, my throat, my stomach-they were all on fire! I had been poisoned! My eyes were streaming, I couldn"t breathe. . . . Struggling to my feet, choking and gasping, I signalled frantically for a drink-water, wine, sherbet, anything!
Slurping down whatever was offered-it could have been anything for all the effect it had on the terrible taste in my mouth-I could feel a gradual lessening of the burning heat. Perhaps I hadn"t been poisoned after all.
At last I could breathe normally again. I mopped my streaming eyes and looked across at d.i.c.kon and Chippi-they were doubled over with laughter!
"It"s not funny! What on earth was it?"
"Oh, dearie, dearie me!" Chippi blew his nose on his sleeve. "We are larks having, isn"t it . . . First time you eat curry, yes?"
"What?"
"Curry. Very hot being. Wife cook it good, yes, Ricardus?"
"Very good," said the objectionable d.i.c.kon, tucking in heartily. "You"ll soon get used to it, Master Summer."
"I will not!" And I kept my word.
For the next few days d.i.c.kon initiated me further into the mysteries of merchanting, and I took care not to show him how bored I became, trying to appear interested and attentive. He of course knew nothing of my true reason for taking on the guise of apprentice; my only worry was Tug, who was growing increasingly restless at being confined to the town.
I had a word with Karim Bey on the subject of moving on as soon as possible, pretending eagerness to travel further. He looked shocked.
"But it is entirely the wrong time of year to venture further, Master Summer; everything closes down shortly because the higher routes will soon become impa.s.sable. I had thought you would be content to over-winter here, and learn as much as possible for the spring journeys." He must have seen the disappointment on my face. "I myself shall not be sending out any more caravans. However, as you seem so keen, I will try and get you a place with an eastbound trader, if I can find one. You may well find that you end up at the back of beyond, forced to stay until the snow melts, and find it difficult to return. However, that is up to you."
And with that I had to be content. I told Tug we were waiting for a special trader to take us further east, and I think he believed me.
Our daily work had to finish sometime, and in the evenings after supper d.i.c.kon, Tug, Growch, and I took to wandering down the myriad side streets and alleys that radiated from the square right through to the edges of town, as haphazardly as the tiny veins on the inside of one"s elbow.
Here lay the real life of the city, a place where the great and wealthy never came. During the day one might see town officials bustling about in the city proper, respectable citizens about their business, soldiers exercising, merchants fingering the goods on offer in the market, discreetly veiled ladies taking the air, either on foot or in gilded palanquins, and all around were the workers, those who catered to their whims: servants, both male and female, stall holders, farriers, cooks, children running errands, water carriers, weavers, tailors, hairdressers, beauticians, fortune-tellers, launderers, beggars, refuse gatherers, cleaners, night-soil collectors, rope makers, jewellers, wine sellers, oil vendors-in fact all those unregarded people without whom the city could not function at all.
At night, though, it was as if a soft blanket came down on all this bustle and the little side streets and alleys came into their own, for this was where the workers lived. Here they had their homes; here they were born, grew up, loved, hated, became ill, died. Here was all manner of meaner housing; tenements, small one-roomed hovels, stables, tents, holes in the ground or in the walls, shacks and even the bare ground.
Here also were the little family restaurants, minor businesses, brothels, stalls that sold items not available in the open market: strange drugs, stolen goods, information; here there was trade in quack medicines and human beings; much gossip and entertainment; and lastly were the stalls that sold those small, largely useless objects that might just fetch enough to buy the daily bowl of rice.
These alleyways were only dimly lit and the town guard generally gave them a wide berth. It was not wise for a stranger to walk there alone, but I had always felt safe with Tug and Growch, though we didn"t go far. However when d.i.c.kon heard of our expeditions he insisted on accompanying us, ostensibly as guard, but I suspected he had never dared go alone before and we were merely an excuse. As it was he strutted and postured like a young lord, especially when there was a pretty girl about. He was trying to grow a moustache, none too successfully, and he fancied himself as a ladykiller. In fact on the third evening he thoroughly embarrased me, suggesting a visit to one of the many little brothels.
"I"m not going to one of those! How could I?"
"You"re dressed as a lad. You don"t have to-partic.i.p.ate. You can just watch, can"t you?"
"Certainly not! You can do what you like, but I"m staying outside."
"Suit yourself! Just don"t get lost: I may be some time. . . ."
Which left the rest of us wandering up and down the street, pretending to examine the goods at one or another of the stalls, fending off too persistent vendors and generally feeling conspicuous. I had almost made up my mind to trust Growch"s sense of direction to get us back to our lodgings, when d.i.c.kon reappeared with a smirk on his face and ostentatiously adjusting his clothing.
"I hope it was worth it," I said nastily.
"Of course. I always ensure that I get value for money. Pity in some ways you ain"t a lad: I could show you a thing or two in this town."
"If I were, I doubt if I"d take advantage of your offer. I wouldn"t want to risk catching something nasty."
"I know what I"m doing-"
"Good for you. Can we go now?"
He didn"t repeat the experiment, if that was what it was. After all he certainly hadn"t been in there more than a quarter hour, however long it had seemed outside. But perhaps that was the way they did things in those places. I wasn"t going to ask.
Two nights later something very strange happened.
We had wandered farther than usual and came at last to a narrow street that twisted and turned like a snake almost under the tall battlements that protected the city. Here were more stalls than usual, some set out on the ground on sc.r.a.ps of cloth, others displayed on stools or tables, yet more in tiny cupboardlike niches in the walls. There was less noise than usual and those who pa.s.sed by seemed to do so as if in a dream. Even the bargaining sounded muted, the examination of objects slow and unhurried. At one corner the street seemed as light as a fairground, at another full of shadows, much as a candleflame in a draught will flare one moment and be down to a mere flicker the next.
I found myself infected with the same strange lethargy, yet my mind seemed as sharp as a needle. I found I, too, was taking my time at each stall, examining everything minutely, yet no one was pressing me to buy. I looked at small prayer mats, embroidery silks, combs and brushes, painted scarves, brooches and bangles; I picked up a length of silk here, a phial of perfume there. I waved a fly whisk, tried on a pair of felt slippers, tapped a bra.s.s tray, turned over some table mats, flicked my finger at a tray of pearls that rolled about like a handful of dry white peas; I bought and ate a couple of sticky, green sweetmeats, pa.s.sed by painting brushes, colored inks, charcoal, dyes, spices, pellets of opium. . . .
Between a hole in the wall occupied by a man selling sachets of sweet- smelling dried flowers and a conventional stall laden with pots and pans, an old man squatted behind a small folding table on which was displayed a heterogenous collection of what looked like secondhand curios. I bent down to see a small, blue brush jar with a chip, a dented bra.s.s bowl, a piece of dirty amber, a paperweight dull with use, some sc.r.a.ps of embroidery, a yellowed piece of carved ivory. . . .
I straightened up, ready to pa.s.s on, when the old man lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. He was nearly bald, what was left of his hair hanging white on either side of his face to mingle with a wispy beard. There were laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, and his whole expression radiated a warmth and good humor, although if you asked me to describe him feature by feature I could not have done so.
He nodded at me as if we were old friends, said something I didn"t understand, then indicated the tray in front of him. Obviously an invitation to look closer. I glanced around for the others. Tug was bargaining for some sweetmeats in sign language with some coins I had given him. Growch was flushing out imaginary rats from some rubbish heap, d.i.c.kon was chatting up the girl selling rice wine in tiny cups.