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one of you Beysib interlopers, much less the head of the Setmur clan of
fishermen, seek an audience with a lowly Sanctuarite such as myself? I am
neither noble nor fisherman, and it's been my impression that the Beysib are
interested in little else in our town."
Hakiem felt a moment of sympathy for the little Beysib. Monkel Setmur was
unaccustomed to dealing with those who specialized in words, much less those who
habitually honed their tongues to razor-sharpness. It was clear that Jubal was
in a bad mood and ready to vent his annoyance on his hapless visitor.
"Surely you can't hold Monkel here responsible for ..."
"Stay out of this, old one," Jubal snapped, stopping Hakiem's attempted defense
with a suddenly pointing finger. "Speaking for the Beysib has become a habit
with you which would be better broken. I wish to hear Lord Setmur's thoughts
directly."
Sketching a bow so formal it reeked of sarcasm, Hakiem lapsed into silence. In
truth, he himself was curious about the reason behind Monkel's visit. The Beysib
had sought out Hakiem to arrange an audience with Jubal, but had steadfastly
refused to reveal his motive.
The Beysib licked his lips nervously, then locked gazes with the ex-crimelord
and straightened his back proudly.
"One hears that you have power in the streets of Sanctuary ... and that of the
gang leaders, you are the only one whose favor can be bought."
Hakiem winced inwardly. If Monkel had intended to make an enemy of Jubal, he
could not have picked a better opening gambit. The diplomat in him wanted to
close his eyes and avoid the sight of Jubal's response to this insult, but the
storyteller part of him required that he witness every detail and nuance.
To his surprise, Jubal did not immediately lash out in anger ... either verbally
or physically.
"That is a common misconception," he said instead, nodding slowly. "In truth, I
am simply more open about my interest in money than most. There are some causes
or chores which even I and my forces will not touch ... regardless of the fee."
The head of the Setmur clan sagged slightly at this news. His gaze dropped, and
as he replied, his voice was lacking the edge of confidence and arrogance it had
held earlier.
"If by that you mean you wish to have nothing to do with my people, then I will
waste no more of your time. It had been my intention to ask for your protection
for the Beysib here in Sanctuary. In return, I was willing to pay handsomely ...
either a flat fee or, if you wished, a percentage of my clan's revenues."
In his head, Hakiem damned Monkel for his secrecy. If only the little fisherman
had asked his counsel before they were in Jubal's presence. On the surface the
proposal seemed reasonable enough, except.... It was common knowledge in town
that Jubal had long sought to obtain a foothold on Sanctuary's wharfs, but that
to date he had been forestalled by the tight unity of the fishing community.
Apparently this common knowledge had escaped the ears of Lord Setmur. Either
that or he was unaware of the fragility of the union between his clan and the
local fishermen. If the local captains discovered that he was offering Jubal an
opening to drive a wedge into the fishing community in exchange for safety ...
"Your request is not unreasonable, and the price you offer is tempting," Jubal
said thoughtfully, the earlier note of mockery in his voice gone now.
"Unfortunately I am not in a position to enter into such a negotiation. Please
accept my assurance that this is not because I hold a grudge against your
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