fought the Battle of Kennings Mill against Malevon Darkstrider and the forces of Hnurn, a day’s march from the Jhallawel Forest so famous for Ba’ullahnut berries and the nomadic Quinquopel horses, there was a village named Fe’Huulin’s Rest, not named after Fe’Huulin the Gray, as you might expect, but after his son by the beauteous Ellandewollinir, Fe’Huulin d’Ellandewollinir, sometimes called Fe’Huulin Vallamarn or more simply Fe’Huulin of the Seven Dancing Servants of R’ynnhwn; and though the village had the reputation

 throughout the length and breadth of Adragharzh as a place of wealth and prosperity, second only to the cities of the Diacrectic League in the Archipelago Isles of Dragon Longing, it happened that a certain slavemonger named T’Prin, on the first day of the Month of the Quill (or more fully, Quillaamer’xhanderzjee), discovered that, though filled with rue, he must file a writ of surrendered suzerainty before the Judges of Ulm.

 One ducat and eighty-seven pence. That was all. And sixty pence of it was in coppers. Coppers saved one and two at a time by haggling with the meatmonger and the wine merchant and the temple prostitutes until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times T’Prin counted it. One ducat and eighty-seven pence. And the next day was the slave auction.

 Listen. T’Prin was a slavemonger in the last days of slaves, when everybody owned them and made excuses. Owners said they couldn’t just free the slaves because they were like children in adult bodies, too naпve to get along in the world. And it wasn’t a good time to start paying them as hired hands, because crop prices were down. And slaves really were happier with someone else taking all the responsibilities.

T’Prin was a slavemonger in the last days of slaves, when shipping embargoes by emancipated countries reduced incoming supplies, when local slave owners felt guilty about buying new slaves, when the market fell through. He had been an honest businessman in a trade that people once said was necessary. He kept his stock healthy and always gave customers good value.