Chapter 364: Silent Ultimatum

Since Chancas vague request sounded urgent, Sami followed his host through the crowd, towards the back of the room. However, halfway to wherever they were going, the host stopped for a second, changed directions and walked up to a table with an expensive porcelain bowl on top.

Hey, you want some punch? Chanca asked out of the blue. Before Sami could ask what punch was even supposed to be, the host had picked up one of the porcelain cups next to the bowl and had begun to ladle in some steaming, amber-colored liquid.

Confused, Sami looked at his friend.

I thought you had to show me something important. Is this it? he asked. Surely, Chanca had more to show off than some booze, right?

Im not sure youre ready yet, Chanca replied while handing Sami the cup. Thought maybe youll need a strong drink first. Its a big deal, so youd better be prepared.

Sure.

While he would have much rather gotten to the point already, Sami was somewhat intrigued by the unknown drink in front of him. He was a former barman after all. Although he preferred simple drinks to complicated ones in general, that didnt mean he couldnt appreciate a good c.o.c.ktail.

Thus, he took a sip, to get a taste, and to get it over with. After all, Chanca had never had a sophisticated palate, and Sami doubted hed really be knocked out by this punch.

To Samis surprise, the drinks flavor was rich and complex, with sweetness and sourness mixed in equal amounts. From the heat entering his body, Sami could tell that the drink contained a lot of alcohol, but it didnt taste like it at all. This felt like the perfect booze for getting dead drunk with friends.

This is pretty good. he concluded, before he took another sip. Whats in it?

I hear theres milk in it. Chanca shrugged and ladled a second cup for himself. Lots of booze too. Not sure about the rest.

Wait, you didnt make this? Sami asked. He thought that Ekokos newest barman was trying to show off his own creation here. Evidently, he had overestimated his friend.

What do you take me for? Of course I didnt make it, Chanca replied, while giving him a weird look. The new guy at dads bar made it.

That is something I really should have guessed.

In retrospect, it was quite obvious. Even back when both of them had been working in Ekokos bar, Sami had been the one who did most of the work, including all the mixing.

When he left his job, he thought that Chanca would take over some of the tasks, but it looked like he had just found a new stooge to do it for him. Sami silently prayed for his successor and hoped he was paid well enough for his services.

Hahaha, Im too busy to bother with that small stuff, Chanca said. Anyways, we should get going. You better hold on to that cup, youre gonna need it.

With steaming hot drinks in hand, the two left first the room, and then the building through the back door. Outside once more, they didnt return to the front of the yard that Sami had entered from. Instead, he followed Chanca towards a small building near the yards back entrance.

The ice house? Sami asked after he had identified Chancas target. What are we doing here?

Theres something I wanna show you, Chanca repeated, before he opened the heavy lock and entered the small room.

The inside of the ice house was predictably frosty. In response, Sami pulled his robes closed and wrapped his hands around the punch in his hand. Now, he was glad that his host had stopped for a drink first, or he would have really suffered in the icy cold.

Although they were in deep winter already, there were still plenty of fresh ice blocks stacked up in the ice house, occupying at least half the room. Maybe they were for all the drinks served in Ekokos taverns and bars, Sami thought. That was the only explanation that made sense to him, since there was little else in the room. Apart from a few pieces of meat and fish hung up next to the blocks of ice, Sami couldnt find anything of interest.

So what did you have to show me? Sami asked once again. Hhe took a seat on an ice block, before he took another sip from his drink. Were you just feeling sentimental and wanted to sit on some ice again, with a good drink in hand?

When Sami and Chanca had come to Saniya, they had done so on a s.h.i.+p transporting ice from the south. Since they hadnt been able to pay for pa.s.sage back then, they had been forced to work on the s.h.i.+p.

Thus, they had been forced to stay in the freezing storage for several days, to watch the ice and make sure it wouldnt melt on the voyage. Even to this day, Sami still had s.h.i.+vering nightmares about it sometimes. Still, to him, it was an important memory, and a precious one. However, Chanca only gave him a blank stare.

What are you talking about? he asked, and began to pull away the blocks of ice in the back of the room with an ice hook.

Although Sami wanted to help, he didnt get the chance. Just after he had stood up, and before he could make one step forward, he stopped again, surprised by the large wooden boxes that were revealed behind the blocks of ice.

No wonder so much of the ice house was taken up by ice. The blocks were being used to hide something behind them. Before Sami had regained his senses, Chanca had already pulled out two of the long boxes and put them on the ground between the two.

Whats going on here? a nervous Sami asked. Are you smuggling stuff for boss Ekoko?

From the stories told by his former drunkard patrons, Sami knew that Ekoko was a shady character, so he wouldnt be surprised if he dealt in illegal goods as well. Though it wouldnt be a surprise, he still wasnt prepared for it. Was he about to be roped into some dangerous, illegal business?

Nothing like that, Chanca replied, as he ripped at the lid on the first box to loosen the nails. These ones are for us.

Before Sami could ask what his host meant, the nails finally gave up their resistance. The box opened, and he got his answer. Inside the long box, laid out atop a bed of straw, sat two long, s.h.i.+ny metal rods attacked to a wooden stocks. Sami had seen enough army training to know what they were. His cup of punch fell from his hands and landed on the ground, where it began to steam and eat into the ice. But Sami didnt care.

What is this? he asked breathlessly, even though he knew the answer already.

Theyre matchlock rifles. Chanca replied with pride in his voice, as he lovingly patted one of the gun stocks. Beauties, right?

Where did you even get those? a panicked Sami asked back. At the same time, he looked over to the door to the ice house, to make sure no one was listening in.

Dad got in contact with some people in the military. The armys been replacing their old guns with newer models, so we could get these easily. I guess theyre not the newest models, since the army is getting rid of them. They still fire fine though, so dad bought them.

While he was talking, Chanca started to open up the second box. Sami didnt even want to know what was inside this one.

But what do you even want to do with them? he asked. Are you selling them? Thats illegal!

Finally, Chanca managed to open the second box, which revealed two one-handed battle axes. When he turned back towards Sami, his face looked scrunched up from annoyance.

Who cares whats illegal anymore? he barked at his friend. The police dont care about the law, so why should we? We gotta protect ourselves somehow, right?

You want to fight the supervisors? Youre crazy.

While Sami could barely whisper from shock, his friend was his polar opposite, and looked like he was about to explode.

No, its the king whos crazy! he shouted back. When we came here, everyone told us about all those great laws in the city. How the kings going to protect us, and make sure we are treated the same as everyone else! Wheres the precious protection that hes promised!? Isnt he just giving us up at the first sign of trouble!?

The king has no fault, Sami stubbornly insisted, against his better judgment. The other lords are just too strong. But King Corco will never give us up like that. Surely, he has a plan to save us!

Finally, Sami found his voice again and shouted back, maybe to convince himself. However, Chanca wasnt impressed.

And where is that plan? I dont see anything. The host sneered. All I see is that everything gets worse, day by day. Hes made big promises, and we believed him, and thats why we came here. And now were all done for, because he wont keep his end of the bargain. If those supervisors just get a little bit bolder, were all dead, and all the kings and tiger poems wont save us anymore! So why shouldnt we arm ourselves and-

A series of distant b.u.mps ground Chancas impa.s.sioned speech to an abrupt halt. Both friends in the ice house forgot their argument, stood up straight, and stared at the closed door in shock. However, Sami soon realized that the b.u.mp hadnt come from the ice house door, at least.

On order of the league of lords! Open up! They heard a m.u.f.fled shout in the distance.

When Sami looked back to Chanca, he saw horrendous anger on his friends face, worse than anything he had ever seen. From the second box, Chanca picked up the two axes. One he kept for himself, and the other he shoved into Samis arms, who held onto it with stiff, awkward hands, as if he had no idea how to operate it.

At first, Sami glanced over at the guns, but he soon realized why Chanca hadnt picked them instead. The weapons werent loaded, and they wouldnt be able to hide the burning fuses in the darkness either.

While Sami was still trying to make sense of what was happening, Chanca had already opened the door to the ice house. Now the shouts were much louder than before.

Yeah! The lords have come to confiscate your wine! Open up!

Accompanied by the constant shouts and banging from the people outside, the two sneaked over to the yards back entrance. The entire wooden gate was rattling under the violent impacts of the warriors on the other side.

Now that he could hear them more clearly, Sami realized that the would-be intruders sounded drunk. Maybe they had been looking for a tavern and had come to the wrong house, or maybe the alcohol had made them even bolder than usual and they had simply decided that Chancas place would be unlucky today. Either way, they didnt seem to think that the locked door of a private home had any right to stand in their way.

Still with determined anger expressed on his face, Chanca got on one side of the door, while he directed the stiff Sami to stand on the other. Like an automaton, the carpenter followed his friends silent orders. Everything was happening so fast that he didnt even have time to think.

Although the weather was cold, and although he had dropped his hot punch before, he felt sweaty all over. Several times, the axe threatened to slip from his wet fingers. He had no choice but to hold it more firmly, lest the falling weapon be heard by the warriors on the other side.

Time moved with the swiftness of a traveler in a bog. Eventually, the shouts stopped, but the banging only got more intense. Clearly, the people on the other side were no longer interested in conversation, if they ever had been. Now, they just wanted to force entry, no matter how it looked.

Even in the darkness, Sami could see tiny puffs of pulverized stone spurt out of the gates hinges every time an impact shook the gate. For now, they still held on to the stone wall that surrounded the yard. But sooner or later, they would give in under the pressure. By then, they would have to fight for their lives.

As time went on, Samis determination rose, infected by Chancas att.i.tude. Although the intruders were warriors, they were also drunk, and he was in the right. At last, he properly gripped his axe, and prepared for the worst.

Luckily, the worst never came. After a few more bangs, the people on the other side of the gate gave up. They left behind some slurred curses, before Sami could hear them shuffling off into the distance.

You see whats happening here? Since no one takes care of us, we need to take care of ourselves, Chanca whispered. Ill give our king until the solstice festival. If he cant deal with the invaders by then, well have to deal with them ourselves.

This time, there was nothing Sami could say in reply.