When I am confident that there is sufficient inequity of power to assure a
victory, my forces will sweep the streets and restore order once again. At that
time, we wi!l be able to discuss terms of coexistence. Until then, you are best
to heed the advice of people such as Hakiem here in regards to which faction
holds which neighborhood, and plan your movements accordingly. Such information
is readily enough available that there is no need to pay my prices for it.”
“I see,” Monkel said softly. “In that case, I thank you for your time …”
“Not so hasty. Lord Setmur,” Jubal interrupted with a smile. “I occasionally
deal in currency other than gold. Now, I have given you some new and honest
information. Could I trouble you to respond in kind?”
“But …” the little Beysib shot a confused glance at Hakiem in silent appeal
for guidance. “What information could I possibly have that would interest you?
All I know is fishing.”
“I am still learning about the Beysib,” Jubal said. “Specifically, about how
they think. For example, it occurs to me that the fishing clan of Setmur has
suffered few casualties in the street wars when compared to the losses
experienced by the royal clan Burek. 1 am therefore surprised that the request
for my protection comes from you rather than a representative of the clan
suffering the most from the current civil upheaval. Perhaps you could enlighten
me as to this seeming contradiction?”
Monkel was taken aback. Apparently it had never occurred to him that he would
have to explain his motives to Jubal.