• Nick Richards

Chapter 5: Enarw - Part Fifteen

“Does your servant not learn?” asked Vialon. “Can she read?”

Reidhi laughed. “Of what use would that be to her? She learned to cook from her mother, and mend clothing, and clean a house. I tell her how to believe and that’s enough for her.”

“So our nawledge would not be welcome here?” asked Vialon.

“Well, your goods might be, but I think your people would be too blasphemous for us to stand. I could stand it, but my people would be scandalized.”

“The men learn, do they not?” asked Jendi.

Reidhi shot her a disapproving look.

“Don’t be impertinent, maiden, of course they learn.”

“Then could we not trade with your men?” asked Vialon.

“We could land our vessel outside your city and only deal with your guards,” suggested Grif.

“Yes, and then fill their heads with lofty ideas,” said the priest. “No, I think not. We will just have to live without your mangos.”

“How is the health of your people?” asked Vialon. “We bring not only medicine but a healer.” He nodded toward Enisaw.

Reidhi guffawed.

“She is a healer? This is madness!”

“If you rarely or never eat citrus,” said Enisaw, “your people might be suffering from skin that bruises easily, bleeding gums, and joint pain. I can help.”

“You will do no such thing!” roared Reidhi. “Now I am being mocked in my own house. You people will give my people ideas that are poisonous to them. No, I think lunch is finished, and you people should leave this world.”

“Understood, Reidhi,” said Vialon, “but tell me, are you in charge of this whole world?”

“Of course I am, how could you think otherwise? I am the priest. I have pastors in every city and village who answer to me. How else could it be?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” muttered Grif.

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