““Yes,” said the hard-faced butcher, “and I’m talking about a full-grown ylka-beast on the hoof—enough to feed a family of four through a cycle of Trumpeter, if they’re thrifty and are fairly fond of soup and organ meat.” “But I paid three thousand shields for this place last summer! I have a lifetime of savings in gold—” “This is this summer. It’s today. I wouldn’t let a piece of offal out of my shop for all the gold coins in the twin cities. Straight-up trade: the beast for the propert...y’s deed. Do we have a deal, or shall I call back Master Dinby?” “Deal,” said the round-faced man glumly. “Can you have someone bring it to my house on Shull Street?” “Delivery is extra.” The round-faced man considered this briefly, and then he leaped at the butcher, flailing with his linen-gloved hands and his silk-shod feet. The butcher, surprised, went down in front of his shop.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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