staying in Arkien until tomorrow.’ Horvater approached and lowered his voice. It seemed that the previous performance had come to an end and now it was time for the first act of the next one. ‘If the earl would deign to honour us with his presence...’
‘Unfortunately, my master has been sent on business outside the city,’ Draco cut the merchant short. ‘It’s difficult for me to ask you to wait for his return.’
‘But of course, Earl Bleist is a busy man. However, as I said, we’ll have to set off tomorrow. Unfortunately, some of my goods cannot wait too long, and others I can only sell at a specific time. I hope the young master will understand.’
‘Yes, certainly.’ The dragon once again pretended to be deep in thought, but this time he kept glancing at the bess, who had perked up slightly, displeased by the sudden commotion around him. ‘Well then, since time is not on our side, perhaps there might be another solution. I’ve heard, incidentally, that you wished to sell this beast.’
‘It pains me to admit it, but it’s true.’ The merchant was a brilliant actor. He could have played a minor role alongside Gizel, had they both decided to make a living from the theatre. Draco thought, amused by the idea. ‘It was a difficult decision for me, but I feel that spending most of his time in the ship’s hold isn’t doing him any good.’ Horvater shook his head, and his face betrayed the truest, deepest sadness. The role of a lifetime.
‘It's commendable that you put the beast’s needs above all else.’ The dragon played along with what the merchant was setting up. ‘I don’t know if it’s proper to ask, but what sum had you in mind?’
‘This bess is unique, and besides, we’re quite close.’ The merchant continued his sombre musings. ‘Nothing can replace him, nor compensate for his loss.’ He glanced at Draco, waiting for him to take up the subject further.
‘A poignant story, you’re right.’ The reptile shook his head, as if he truly believed it.
