The dark-haired player swallowed. 'Ah. . . yes. . . Lady Anna."
Anna smiled. "Good."
The smile dropped away after Daffyd left, as she thought of the next meeting with Hanfor, Alvar, and Himar as they tried to figure out the best way to structure the permanent force of armsmen for the regency.
108.
Anna scuffed her boot across the mold-covered floor and looked at the square-faced man in brown. Her nose wrinkled at the smell from the storeroom, a combination of rot, damp mold, and manure.
"Jussa, this has to be cleaned before we put any more grain in here."
"Never been cleaned before, Lady Anna. My da, he never cleaned it."
"And most of the grain at the bottom spoiled, I'd bet. Except that you never went to the bottom except in hard times, and no one complained."
That got a blank stare at the ground.
Anna walked out of the granary area and back into the courtyard, shaking her head. "Why do I have to be the expert on everything? Why don't people see that clean rooms and clean grain bins make a difference?"
Behind her, she could sense the wiry Alvar and the stockier Himar exchanging glances, the kind that said, "Here she goes again."
She turned. "I want the granary clean before our grain goes in." She paused, thinking of moisture. "I don't know if it will work, but talk to Tirsik. See if he thinks that a layer of clean straw at the bottom would help. If he does, tell Jussa to do it."
"Yes, Lady Anna."
Anna turned, headed for the main smithy, when the horns sounded, announcing someone's arrival, presumably someone important, a lord probably. She sighed and began to walk toward the portcullis area.
Behind her, Alvar and Himar shrugged and followed.
She reached the north side of the courtyard as the first horsemen rode in, an armsman bearing a blue banner with a gold bear, and a white-haired man bearing a huge sword in a shoulder harness.
"You do me honor, Lady Anna!" shouted Jecks.
The rest of the guard behind him reined up.
"I'm glad you came," the sorceress said quietly. "I have been inspecting granaries. I'd like to wash up while you stable your mounts. Then you could join us for something to eat."
"As you wish, Lady Anna," offered the white-haired and tanned lord.
The sorceress nodded and left.
Washing not only got the grime off her hands, but the grit from her eyes, grit carried on the hot wind that had swirled through the courtyard. She swept out of the room she seldom saw except early in the morning and late in the evening, and headed back down to the middle hall.
Jecks, Hanfor, and Menares were seated at the sides of the table in the hall when Anna entered. All stood.
"Please sit." She took the end chair, the one Behlem had used, hoping that it wasn't a dangerous tradition.
"Since when do lords or... regents.., inspect granaries?" Despite his travel-worn blues, Jecks still reminded Anna of a white-haired Robert Mitchum, and she'd always had a crush on Mitchum. Careful, she warned herself.
"When they're trying to get a handle on what needs to be done, and there's little experienced staff left." Anna broke off a chunk of the heavy dark bread she liked. These days her bread was fresh, at least. "You might help there."'
"Me, inspect granaries?"
Anna laughed. "No, know or lend people who could."
Jecks looked at Anna. "Your message said you had defeated Lord Behlem and were acting as regent. Regent for whom? Has that changed? What will you do?"
Anna met the deep eyes. "I had thought to turn Defalk over to you as regent for Jimbob.
You're the only one worthy of holding it."
Hanfor swallowed hard.
"You cannot do that, Lady Anna. Nor could I accept," answered Jecks slowly. "As I suspect you already know. But I appreciate the kindness of the offer and the thought behind it."
"Why not?"
"Then Ysel, acting as regent for young Rabyn, will persuade Konsstin to send his armies here.
Or the Norweians will propose a partition..." Jecks shrugged. "Or many other things I cannot foresee."
"What should I do, Lord Jecks?" Anna asked, still holding a chunk of bread in her hand.
"Defalk must have a leader who is respected and powerful." The white-haired warrior laughed. "I flatter myself that I might be respected, but I lack the power to impress any of those on our borders. Only you can claim that. So you must proclaim yourself regent. Or lord."
Anna frowned. "I have a better idea." She smiled.
"Oh?"
"You and the other lords request me to act as regent until Jimbob reaches the appropriate age."
"Some of us in the north had already discussed that," admitted Jecks.
"And you remain as my advisor. At least, for a time."
"You drive a hard bargain, Lady Anna."
Anna hoped so.
"She does," admitted Hanfor, his eyes momentarily as gray as his hair.
"Very hard," added Menares.
Anna surveyed the three, each in turn. "I have power, of sorts, and knowledge of a different sort. I am a woman, and whether I like it or not, I would have to fight too many people to rule outright. As I have already told Hanfor, I can have no heirs. So there's no point in claiming the title of lord. It's better that I prepare the way for someone who has a blood claim. Even that won't be easy. It can be done, if you will help."
"How could I not help, when you propose restoring my grandson?" Jecks paused. "Do you wish his immediate return to Falcor?"
"Not immediately. I would like to stabilize things a bit more. In no more than a few seasons, I hope we'll have everything in place." Anna lifted her goblet.
"There is another matter," Menares coughed, then handed a rolled scroll to Anna.
The sorceress set down her goblet.
"It arrived by messenger this morning. I do not know how the witches of the south knew." The heavyset counselor shook his head.
Jecks raised his eyebrows. - The sorceress unrolled the parchment and began to read. After the flowery opening, she read aloud.
"While we applaud the restoration of the lineage of Defalk under the new regency, we would note that the time for harvest is past and that Defalk now owes the Bank of Ranuak two thousand golds....'" She paused. "There's more, but it's all rhetoric, calling for acting in good faith and suggesting adverse and unnamed consequences if we don't."
"They could be great," suggested Jecks.
Anna st ill wasn't as clear on relative coinage values as she should have been. She was a singer, not an economist. "How much do we have in the chests?" she asked Hanfor.
"About four thousand golds-it took almost three thousand to pay the Neserean armsmen."
"Do you know how this debt was incurred?" Anna glanced first at Menares.
"It is said that Lord Barjim had to borrow funds in order to move his small force to the Sand Pass."
"He did. I did not know it was that much," admitted Jecks.
"Do we have to pay?" Anna asked bluntly.
"If you do not," opined Jecks, "then you, or your lords will not be able to buy Ranuan grain."
Anna thought about the lords Hryding, Dencer, and Geansor, and about the deserted condition of Falcor, and about the ravished harvests along the Fal and Chean rivers.
"Does anyone know what the debts supposedly owed by Defalk are?" She dragged out something from her conversation from Beblem and added, "And how much is due and owed in liedgeld or other fees?"
"The liedgeld is due at the start of winter, roughly five weeks from now," said Jecks. "It differs from lord to lord."
Anna managed a wedge of cheese, some of the meat, and a sip of water before pursuing the liedgeld. "How many lords are liable?"
"Why . . all of them."
Anna repressed a sigh. "I'm a stranger, remember, Lord Jecks. I do not know how many lords there are in Defalk. I have met perhaps ten or fifteen, but are there twenty-five or a hundred?"
"Thirty-three. There have always been thirty-three."
"Do you have any idea how much the average-"
"Herstat handles my coins. I do not know."
"Is Herstat dependable and honest?"
"Extremely."
"Does he have an assistant?"
"Of course." Jecks looked warily at Anna.
"Is he honest?"
"It 'is his eldest daughter, and she is most honest."
"Good. I would like the use of her services, since Alasia handled the liedstadt accounts, and there seems to be no one left. Would that trouble you too much, Lord Jecks?"
"No." Jecks offered a wary and wry smile. "Will I have any of my lands and people left when you are done?"
"I only need those you can spare." Anna offered what she hoped was a demure smile.
Hanfor put a hand to his mouth to cover a smile.
Menares kept his face blank.
Anna picked up her goblet and drank before returning her gaze to Lord Jecks. "If you do not mind, Lord Jecks, my first task for you as my advisor is for you-and Herstat's daughter-to develop a budget-"
"Budget?"
"Sorry. I want to know what Defalk owes and what people owe us. I want an estimate of what the next year will cost, you know, running the liedburg, paying armsmen, repaying loans, debts, and what other revenues we might receive.
"I am not a sorcerer, lady."
"No. But you know what it costs you, and with your knowledge, I am sure you and the young woman can put it all on paper." Anna looked at them. "Surely, you don't expect me to make decisions when I don't know what they cost?"
"Costs-you.. . That sounds like a merchant's approach," offered Hanfor.
"Menares?" Anna asked. "Isn't Nordwei the most powerful land in this part of Liedwahr?"
"Why... certainly now, although Ebra. .
"Don't you think the Norweians know to the last copper what their ships and armsmen cost?"
"Absolutely," said Jecks. "All laugh at them." Was his smile more like Sean Connery's? Anna wondered absently. She forced her thoughts back to coins.
"Of course," pointed out Menares.
"Gentlemen," offered Anna. "Doesn't that say something?" She smiled. "I certainly wouldn't want to have Hanfor recruit armsmen and have them leave about the time Ebra or someone attacks because we could not pay them. Or have lords decide to pledge allegiance to Ranuak be- cause I was forced to raise the liedgeld or lean on them for heavy use of levies. All of you know more about the details, I am sure, but how can I support you if I have no idea where the money comes from and when?"
The three exchanged glances.
"Next... does anyone know how much grain we can expect from Lord Barjim's holdings-I mean, young Lord Jimbob's?"
The afternoon was going to be long, Anna reflected, as she studied their faces. Every afternoon would be, for a time. She had too much to learn, far too much.
109.
ENCORA, RANUAK.