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“Sir, please, she is my youngest sister, she is too young for you.”
He was starting to warm to this boy; once again it was him who approached, not the merchant. Dingvali Humber was weighing up the cost benefit analysis of letting the governor have all his females against the likely trading advantage he would gain. Ling stepped out of the room to find himself facing Smetna as well. She added her arguments to the boy’s. Even though her stepson was there, she emphasised how she would willingly submit to anything, do anything. “Well, yes, you will anyway; that was the agreement. You can hardly offer yourself twice now can you?” he left the silence to fester for a little while, then added “Sleep easy, the young girl will not be harmed. You have my word” He went back into the bedroom where she was standing naked, unsure what to do. “Girl, Umbra is it? Yes, get into bed before you get cold.” He started to strip off as well and would have got in beside her, she was shivering with fright. “Relax, I’ll not tear your cunt tonight. I’ve got work to do.” Probably best not to go near her. A virgin mother of twelve would be the kind of thing to start a new religion, he had enough religions already.
So, why not fuck the living shit out of the girl? He probably couldn’t have told you himself if pushed to explain. He wanted to demonstrate that he had the right, and the power; and he also demonstrated that he could choose when, where and who. But that didn’t really explain it. Perhaps he had a bit of decency? Yes, that was it. And he didn’t want the townsfolk hearing that he was a child rapist. A rapist was expected, even acceptable; the women had that in their lives most of the time anyway – a husband demanding his rights, a drunken brother going too far; and the men just thought that was what women were made for – having a cunt meant you were there to service a prick. He was in charge of their town; he hadn’t increased taxes (yet), so a few women in his bed was a small price to pay; but children would be a different matter. The fact that womanhood started when the father said it did was a different thing altogether. It wasn’t unknown for girls of twelve to be married; it also wasn’t unknown for girls of twelve to be mothers; it also wasn’t unknown for girls of twelve to die in childbirth. He had others to choose from.
The meeting with the merchants was interesting. He explained that The General wanted to buy fodder, that the neighbouring city would be a wreck for at least a year, probably longer. It was in a better position for river trading, but the town had a chance to get a lot of the trade and then it was up to them if they could keep it. Some merchants were keen, some nervous – what happened if The General was defeated and retreated? The King wasn’t a forgiving type, even if they said they had been forced to sell to the king’s enemies, he would still burn the place down. “So, since we are going to take stuff anyway, you’ll be blamed for helping whether you do so willingly or not? You might as well do it willingly and get paid. Look, I don’t want this to be trouble. I want to see this town be a success, that means I’m a success; you work with me and you’re a success too. All seems to argue in favour of buying up farm produce in the region and selling it to us. If you charge fairly, all will be fine. Rip us off and life will be very unpleasant for all concerned, including me by the way. So I won’t be that easy going if you sell poor quality or sell what you haven’t got”
“But we haven’t money to buy goods, we’ll need paying first...” said a hopeful merchant. Ling looked scathingly at the speaker.
“If you really haven’t got the money, then you’re a crap merchant and I don’t want to deal with you. Any merchant with an eye to the future will have hidden his money well enough not to be discovered. I know Dingvali Humber has hidden his well, because I haven’t found it yet.” He laughed, so did the other merchants. It was true; even those who had paid off soldiers had used the 80:20 or 60:40 rule. Show the soldiers 20 or 40% and hide the rest. Dingvali was better than most, he had kept 100%, but lost his woman of course. Women were replaceable if you still had money; women left you anyway if you’d lost your money. “I may regret this, but Mr Humber is in charge of the trading. Come to him with offers and he will negotiate. Unusually he will do this small task for no kickback or commission” which was the first time Dingvali had heard he was working for free, but then he was going to negotiate his own terms for his own goods “Obviously any complaints can be addressed to me. Gentleman, oh, and Lady; I hope we can work together.” There was one lady merchant, her husband had died of sex-flux, a nasty disease supposedly caught by using prostitutes. In fact it was caught from insanitary shitholes, but it never hurt to blame women for everything. Widow Topek had opted to keep the business running and not re-marry. Despite what men said, it turned out that running a business was really quite easy; far easier than, say, lying under a mound of blubber whilst it fucks you, or squeezing out a baby through a hole normally no more than an cockwidth in diameter.
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