alers。 I’d pay any price； any price I can afford； to get her there。’
Ahern’s face softened； somewhat。 ‘Sounds a fair enough journey。 Where do you be headed？’
‘Nicobarese。’
Ahern slammed his cup down on the table。 Some of the tea sloshed out。 ‘What！’ He lowered his voice and leaned forward； the table’s edge pressing into his husky middle。 ‘It’s the dead of winter； man！’
Zedd ran his finger around the rim of his cup。 ‘I thought you said spring was the worst。’
Ahern grunted with a suspicious glare。 ‘That’s back northwest； the other side of the Rang’Shada Mountains。 If you came from Westland； to go to Nicobarese； why would you cross the Rang’Shada first？ Now you just have to cross it back again。’
Zedd was caught off guard； and had to scramble to find an answer。 At last he did。 ‘I’m from up near Aydindril。 We were going to go there for a visit to my homeland； before we went in the spring to Nicobarese。 I thought to cross the mountains to the south； then go northeast to Aydindril。 But Elda； that’s my wife； she took sick； and I decided that； well； it would be better we go see her healers。’
‘You would have been better off to have gone to Nicobarese first； before you crossed the mountains。’
Zedd folded his hands over his cane。 ‘So； Ahern； do you know how to undo something done in error； so I may relive my life as you suggest？’
Ahern grunted a laugh。 ‘Guess not。’ He thought a moment； finally letting out a tired sigh。 ‘I’ll tell you； Ruben； it’s a long way。 You’re asking for trouble。 I don’t know that I want any part of it。’
Zedd arched an eyebrow。 ‘Really？’ He made a deliberate survey of the room。 Tell me then； Ahern； if you find the task so formidable； which of these men here would be up to the job？ Which are better drivers than you？’
Ahern regarded the crowd with a sour look。 ‘I’m not saying I’m the best there is； but this lot’s more boast than brains。 Don’t think there’s a one of them that would make it。’
Zedd shifted irritably on his bench。 Ahern； I think you’re simply trying to boost price。’
‘And I think you’re trying to lower it。’
Zedd let his slightest smile touch his lips。 ‘I don’t think it as difficult a job as you make it。’
Ahern’s frown returned。 ‘You think it easy？’
Zedd shrugged。 ‘You drive in the winter now。 I simply want you to drive in a different direction； that’s all。’
Ahern leaned forward； his jaw muscles tightening。 ‘Well； the direction you want to go in is trouble！ First of all； there are rumors of civil war in Nicobarese。 Worse； the shortest way； unless you want to spend weeks going to the passes far to the south； is across Galea。’
His voice lowered。 ‘There’s trouble between Galea and Kelton。 I hear tell there’s fighting along the border。 Keltish towns have been sacked。 The people here in Penverro are nervous； what with being so close to the border with Galea。 It’s all the talk。 Going into Galea is sure trouble。’
‘Fighting？ Wagging tongues of gossips。 The war is ended。 The D’Haran troops have been called home。’
Ahern slowly shook his head。 ‘Not D’Haran raids。 Galean。’
‘Piffle！’ Zedd snapped。 ‘Keltans think it’s a Galean attack every time a farmer knocks a lantern over and a barn catches fire； and the Galeans see Keltans every time a lamb is taken by wolves。 I’d like to have the price of all the arrows that have been shot into shadows。’ He shook a finger at the man。 ‘If either Kelton or Galea were to attack the other； the Central Council would have the heads of those who spoke the orders； no matter who they were！’ He thumped his cane。 ‘It would not be allowed！’
Ahern shrank back a little。 ‘I don’t know anything about politics； and less about those wicked Confessors。 I just know that going through Galea can get a man shot full of arrows ing out of those shadows。 What you want is not as easy as you think。’
Zedd was tiring of the game。 He didn’t have time for this。 Something Adie had said was nagging at the back of his mind。 Something about light。 Deciding to resolve the discussion one way or the other； he drained his tea in one gulp。
‘Thank you for conversation； Ahern。 But I can see you’re not the man able to get me to Nicobarese。’
He rose； reaching for his hat。 Ahern laid a big paw on Zedd’s arm and urged him down。 He squirmed forward on his bench。
‘Look； Ruben； times have been hard。 The war with D’Hara disrupted trade。 Kelton was spared the brunt of the war； but many of our neighbors weren’t。 It’s hard to trade with dead people。 There’s not as much cargo as there used to be； but we still have more than enough men wanting to haul。
You can’t blame a fellow for trying to get his best price when an opportunity es along。’ His eyebrows lifted as he leaned in a little more。 Trying to get the best price for the best fruit； as it were。’
‘Best fruit indeed。’ Zedd waved his hand impatiently toward the room。 ‘Any one of these men will gladly offer to hire out。 Any one of them can offer me a boastful story just as good as yours； as to why they would be the best driver。 You’re working up to asking top price。 That’s fair enough； but stop playing games with me； Ahern。 I want to know why I should pay it。’
With the tip of one thick finger； Ahern slid his cup to the middle of the table； indicating he wanted a refill。 Zedd smoothed out his sleeves before obliging him。 Ahern drew his cup into the protective shroud of his big arms as he leaned in。 He glanced around the room。
Everyone was watching the bard sing a love song to one of the serving girls。 He was holding her hand； singing words of eternal devotion。 The girl’s face was red。 She held her tray behind her back with her other hand as she studied her feet and giggled。
Ahern extracted a chain with a silver medallion from under his green flannel shirt。 ‘The reason I want top price is because of this。’
Zedd frowned down his nose at the regal image on the medallion。 That looks to be Galean。’
Ahern gave a single nod。 ‘In the spring and summer； D’Hara laid siege to Ebinissia。 The Galeans were slowly being choked to death； and no one would help them。 Everyone had troubles of their own； with the D’Harans； and didn’t want a piece of theirs。 The people there needed weapons。
‘I took loads of weapons； and some badly needed salt； up through some of the more isolated passes。 The Galean guard had offered to escort any who would risk the run； but few took the offer。 Those back passes are treacherous。’
Zedd lifted an eyebrow。 ‘Very noble of you。’
‘Nothing noble to it。 They paid handsomely。 I just didn’t like to see them folks trapped like that。 Especially knowing what D’Haran soldiers do to those they vanquish。 Anyway； I reasoned that some Keltish swords might give them a better chance to defend themselves； that’s all。 Like I said； we make the best。’
Zedd lifted a hand from where it was folded over his cane； and gestured to the medallion； now back under Ahern’s shirt。 ‘So what is that about？’
‘After the siege was lifted； I was called before the Galean court。 Queen Cyrilla herself gave this to me。 She said I had helped her people defend themselves； and I was always wele in Galea。’ He tapped his chest； where the medallion hung under his shirt。 This is a royal pass。 It says I may go anywhere I wish in Galea； unhindered。’
And so now；’ Zedd said； looking up from under his eyebrows； ‘you wish to put a price on something that is priceless。’
Ahern’s eyes narrowed。 ‘What I did was a small bit； they bore the brunt of the hardship。 I helped those people because they needed help； and because I was paid well。 I’m not claiming to be a hero。 I did it for both reasons。 I wouldn’t have done it for one alone。 Now I have this pass； and if it will help me to make a living； well； I don’t see anything wrong with that。’
Zedd leaned back。 ‘You’re right； Ahern。 The Galeans； after all； put a price in gold to your work for them。 I shall； too； if I can。 Name your price to take us to Nicobarese。’
The teacup lo