Rise of a Merchant Prince by Raymond E. Feist

mine, sir. Tell him I sent you and he’ll see you right for a reasonable sum.”
    Roo didn’t look convinced, but Erik said thanks and led his friend away. They remained silent as they wended their way through the crowded city streets. Ittook them the better part of an hour to reach the tailor’s and an hour to select clothing for travel that fit. Erik choose a riding cloak to cover his uniform tunic, and Roo purchased an inexpensive tunic and trousers, a cloak, and a slouch hat. Erik also found a cobbler who provided him with a pair of boots to wear while those left him by his father were mended. Roo had gotten used to going barefoot while aboard ship, but purchased a pair of boots for riding.
    Soon after they were at the Merchants’ Gate and spent another hour haggling for a pair of horses, but the waiter had been truthful with them and Morgan was an honest trader. Erik picked out two sturdy geldings, a bay for himself and a grey for Roo. Leading the horses away with rope halters, they found a saddler a half-block away and quickly had the horses tacked up and ready to ride.
    Roo settled into the saddle and said, “I don’t care how much I do it, I’ll never get to like riding.”
    Erik laughed. “You’ve become a better than average horseman, Roo, despite your objections. And this time you can ride without much worry about having to fight while on that creature’s back.”
    Roo’s expression darkened.
    Erik said, “What?”
    â€œWhat’s this ‘much’ business?”
    Erik laughed even louder. “There are no guarantees in this life, my friend.” So saying, he put heels to sides, and the horse moved out briskly toward the Merchants’ Gate and the road eastward. “On to Ravensburg!” he shouted.
    Roo could only laugh at his friend’s merriment, and he followed suit, discovering that this horse was inclined to argue with every command. Taking a firmhand, and knowing that the sooner the battle was fought the sooner it was won, Roo slammed his heels hard against the horse’s sides and drove him after Erik’s mount. Quickly they were outside the city wall, on their way home.
    Rain pelted them, its insistent beat a physical assault. Night was rapidly approaching and the only traffic on the road was local businessmen and farmers hurrying home. A resigned wagon driver barely looked over at Roo and Erik passing as he urged his slowly plodding horses to continue through the mud. The King’s Highway might be the artery that carried the lifeblood of commerce from one border to the other, but when the rains came to the Barony of Darkmoor, the blood didn’t flow, it oozed.
    Erik shouted, “Lights.”
    Roo looked out from under the sodden brim of his once handsome slouch hat. “Wilhelmsburg?”
    â€œI think,” said Erik. “We’ll be home by tomorrow afternoon.”
    â€œI don’t suppose I could convince you to sleep in some stranger’s barn, could I?” said Roo, having spent more money on this journey than he had planned.
    â€œNo,” answered Erik without humor. “I’m for a dry bed and a hot meal.”
    That image overcame Roo’s reluctance to spend another coin, and he followed his friend toward the lights of the town. They found a modest inn, with a sign of a plowshare swinging in the wind, and rode through the side gate to the stable. Erik shouted, and a lackey came out, bundled against the weather, to take the horses. He listened politely to Erik’s instructionsand nodded, and Erik assumed he would be wise to return after supper to see the boy cared for the animals as he ordered.
    They hurried into the taproom and, once inside, shook off the water from their cloaks.
    â€œEvening, sirs,” said a young girl, pleasant-looking, with brown hair and eyes. “Will you be needing rooms for the night?”
    â€œYes,” said Roo, obviously displeased at