Luck in the Shadows

inlander."
    An old tinker had come up beside the cart. Wizened and bandy-legged, the fellow was bowed nearly double under the large pack he carried. What Alec could see of his face beneath the brim of his battered slouch hat was dark with stubble and dust.
    "You've the look of an inlander finding the sea for the first time. Sitting there gape-mouthed like that, you couldn't be nothin' else," the old relic observed with a rusty chuckle.
    "It's the biggest thing I ever saw!"
    "Looks even bigger when yer in the middle of 'er," the tinker said. "I was a sailor in me youth, before a shark took me leg for dinner."
    Twitching his dusty cloak back, he showed Alec the wooden peg strapped to the stump of his left leg.
    Cleverly carved to resemble the limb it replaced, the end of it was made in the shape of a wooden clog that neatly matched the real one on his other foot.
    "Trampin' all the day, I don't know which foot gets more sore. Might you offer a fellow traveler a ride into town?"
    "Climb up." Alec reached to aid him.
    "Much obliged. Hannock of Brithia, at your service," the tinker said, settling himself on the bench.
    There was an expectant pause.
    "Aren. Aren Silverleaf." Alec felt a bit silly giving the old man a false name, but it was becoming a habit.
    Hannock touched a finger to the brim of his hat.
    "Well met, Aren. What happened to your friend in the back here?"
    "A bad fall," Alec lied quickly. "Tell me, do you know Keston town?"
    "I should say I do. What can I do for you there?"
    "I need to sell this cart and find passage to Rhнminee."
    "Rhнminee, is it?" Hannock rubbed at his bristly chin. "By the Old Sailor, you'll be damned lucky to find passage this close to winter. It'll come dear, too. More than you're likely to realize from this contraption and a spavined pony. But don't fret yourself, boy. I've a friend or two in most any port you can name. Leave it to old Hannock."
    Alec was soon glad of the tinker's company.
    Keston was a bustling town, full of rambling streets laid out with no rhyme or reason that he could make out; the lanes that Hannock directed him down were little more than broad pathways between the tenements that stood cheek by jowl with warehouses and taverns.
    Gangs of sailors, reeling with high spirits of one sort or another, jostled in the dark alleyways and snatches of songs and curses seemed to come from all directions.
    "Yes, I've still a friend or two along the quays," said Hannock as they reached the waterfront. "Let me ask around a bit and I'll meet you back at the Red Wheel. You con the sign yonder? Two shops down from that, at the next warehouse, there's a drayman, name of Gesher. He'll probably take this rig off your hands. It'll do you no harm to mention my name in the bargaining."
    Hannock's name notwithstanding, Drayman Gesher ran a bleak eye over the cart, the exhausted pony, and its equally exhausted driver. "Three silver trees, not a penny more," he said gruffly.
    Alec had no idea what the relative worth of a silver tree might be, but was happy enough to unload the rig and be done with it. With the understanding that they would close the deal when Alec brought the cart back, he hurried off to the Wheel. Leaving Seregil well covered, he went inside.
    He found the old tinker seated at a long table joking with a weathered man in seafaring garb.
    "Here's the lad himself," Hannock told his companion, pushing a pot of beer Alec's way.
    "Sit down, boy. Aren Silverleaf, this is Captain Talrien, master of the Grampus . As fine a mariner as you can hope to find on the two seas, and I should know. We first sailed together with Captain Strake, me as mate and him but a green slip of a cabin boy. He's agreed to work out a passage for you and your unfortunate friend."
    "So you're short on jack, eh?" Talrien grinned, getting right to the point. His skin, brown as an old boot from salt and sun, contrasted sharply with his pale hair and beard. "How much have you got?"
    "I can get three silver trees for the pony and the cart. Is that a good price?"
    Hannock shrugged. "No, but it's not a bad one, either. What do you say, Tally? Will you take the lad?"
    "That's scarce a single passage. Mighty important that you get to Rhнminee, is it?" Talrien drawled, settling back in his chair.
    When Alec hesitated a moment too long, he laughed, holding up a hand.
    "Never mind, then, it's your own business. Tell you what I'll do. I'm short a man this time out; for three silver I'll take your friend and you