He might be stopping in Morlyn.”“Stopping there? How much further west can you go these days?”Looking suddenly stricken, Sacyr devoted himself to his tankard.“Now, here.” Nevyn dropped his voice to a whisper. “I’d truly like to get to Eldidd, and I’ll pay well for my passage. Is that at all possible?”“It just might be. Wait around here a bit.”In about an hour, a stout, graying man in the checked brigga of a merchant appeared, pausing in the tavern door and looking around carefully before he came any further. When Sacyr hailed him, he strolled over to the table, but he had a cautious eye for Nevyn.“Sit down, Cabydd,” Sacyr said. “There’s coin in it”With a small smile, the merchant sat. Sacyr leaned across the table to whisper.“This herbman has a great desire to get to Eldidd. He needs a ship that can carry stock. I don’t suppose you’d know of such a thing.”“Well.” Cabydd paused to size Nevyn up. “It’s a dangerous trip, good sir. I can’t guarantee your safety if the Eldidd war galleys catch us.”“Ah, I see.”
