
“We don’t have that trade anymore,” Kristen said.
“We don’t,” Dahl agreed.
“The theft of the treasury fits how?” Sherilee asked.
“Inger doesn’t have a copper to pay her soldiers. And soldiers don’t usually want their pay in chickens or corn.”
“Ha-ha,” Kristen said. “That may be. But I haven’t heard of any regiments who declared for Inger falling apart because they haven’t gotten paid. And we can’t pay the men who stuck with us.”
“Troops on both sides are on partial pay donated by the wealthy. The Estates for Inger, the merchants of Sedlmayr and the west for us. Inger claims new money is coming from Itaskia. Our friends say Kavelin’s silver mines are pledged to us. Nobody has been asked to fight. Any showdown between men who fought side by side before will probably cause mass desertions.”
Sherilee proved she was not just a gorgeous face and damned fine everything else. “We can’t mine, refine, and mint enough silver to support production and an army, too.”
“When you get down to it, neither side can afford to pay soldiers who aren’t fighting for what they believe in.”
Kristen said, “So most of them will go home, whether or not they loved Bragi. We should find the treasury money.”
Haas said, “My love, the girl genius. One problem. Everybody who knew anything about it died in the riots after the King’s fall.”
“Except Michael Trebilcock. And maybe General Liakopulos.”
“Remote and remoter.”
“Meaning?”
