Modesitt, L.E - Saga of Recluce 12 - Wellspring of Chaos by Modesitt L.E

Author:Modesitt, L.E [Modesitt, L.E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

XLIX

The single dry dock at Lydiar was old, and the steam engine that powered the pump groaned and wheezed as the water gushed in surges over the stone walls of the dock and out into the harbor until the Seastag rested on the wide keel blocks. The crew had already moved the cargo in the forward hold, and much of it was under tarpaulins on the aft section of the main deck.

Kharl—still sweating from that effort—stood on the stone rim of the only dry dock in Lydiar, with Tarkyn beside him, looking down at the exposed hull.

“Hamorian merchants soak their planks in copper solution,” Tarkyn said. “Then they sheathe the hull in thin copper plates. Costs more to begin with, but they claim that it’s cheaper over the life of the vessel. ‘Course their warships are iron-hulled steamers. Don’t worry about worms with those, but cost of coal will kill a trader…”

“Lot of things are like that,” replied Kharl. “Most folks want things cheap as they can get them. Cooperage was like that. Good tight white oak cooperage costs two coppers more a barrel, four if it’s something as big as a hogshead, but a good barrel’ll outlast a poor one by half again as long.” He shrugged. “For some folks… makes no difference, but for most… after five years they’ll spend silvers, sometimes even golds, more for what they thought they’d saved…” He cleared his throat. “Is there any way the captain can get recompense from the Jeran?”

“Not so as I’d know.” Tarkyn laughed. “Revenge, though. That he can get. Just tell every master he meets. In a few years, none’d be dealing with the Jeran. Folks forget that there’s a balance to life. Things come back. Not so as the black ones in Recluce say, always prating on about the Balance, but in life. Do a man good, and most will return good. Do a man ill, and few will forget.”

“Too bad that doesn’t apply to rulers,” mused Kharl.

“It does, cooper. We just don’t see it. The white wizards of Fair-ven… they got too mighty and proud. Where are they now? Whole city’s a ruin. Nothing’ll ever live there again. The Prefect of Gallos—he’s got more problems than a lathe has shavings. Most ‘cause he treats all but a few like serfs.“ Tarkyn gestured back toward Lydiar. ”Lydiar goes through rulers like…“ Tarkyn stopped to grope for a comparison, then looked at Kharl.

“I suppose so. It just hasn’t happened where I’ve seen it.”

“It happens. Trust me.” Tarkyn cleared his throat again. “Friggin‘ frog. Get older, and you spend more time clearing your throat than talkin’. Then, could be, gettin‘ paid back for talkin’ too much when you’re young. Anyway… you see the captain? He does right well. Know why? ‘Cause he treats his crews right. Makes sure his captains on the other ships do, too. Word gets around.”

Kharl recalled the third mate talking about staying as a third rather than becoming a second on another ship. “I had that feeling, even when I was a cooper.

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