Spice & Wolf III (23 page)

It was well within the realm of possibility that within the letter. Holo would attempt reconciliation.

He opened the letter—which was folded in half—slowly, and a bit of sand fell from the surface of the paper.

It had probably been used in order to persuade the ink to dry
more quickly, which meant the letter had only just been written

Would it be a letter that repaired their relationship or destroyed it?

The words on the paper leapt out at Lawrence’s eyes.

Cash on hand, two hundred silver pieces. Pyrite on hand, three hundred silver pieces’ worth. Salable assets—

He looked up, taken aback at the list of assets that began without so much as a preamble.

Cash? Pyrite?

He had expected a letter that would echo in his mind with her voice, but what he held here was a sheet of paper with a list of
figures and nothing more.

Lawrence looked back to the paper and, gritting his teeth, continued reading.

...
on
hand, three hundred silver pieces’ worth. Salable assets roughly two hundred silver pieces’ worth.

This was obviously a list of Amati’s assets.

Lawrence felt his shoulders slacken, as if they were stale bread loaves sprinkled with water.

Holo had allowed Amati into the room so she could get this information from him.

She had to have done so for Lawrence.

It was her roundabout way of reconciling.

Lawrence smiled widely. He didn’t even bother trying to hide it.

At the end of the note was written
“These contents transcribed by another.”

There were many people who could read but not write. Holo had gotten this information, slipped from the room under the pretense of visiting the restroom perhaps, and gotten a merchant or someone to write out the list for her. Lawrence remembered Amati’s handwriting from the contract. This was not his writing.

Lawrence carefully folded up the note, which was now suddenly beyond value to him, and tucked it near his breast, and then he pulled the parchment free.

Perhaps she’d used her wiles to fool Amati into signing some sort of ridiculous contract.

Lawrence flashed to the memory of Amati’s self-satisfied face after his meeting with Holo.

Holo still wants to travel with me,
Lawrence thought to himself.

Flooded with a sense of incredible relief, he unfolded the parchment without hesitation.

In the name of God...

It was unmistakably Amati’s bold, gallant handwriting.

Lawrence quashed the rush of emotion that came and kept reading.

He read the first line, the second line, the third line—

And then—

By these terms shall the two be bound in marriage.

As he got to the end of the document, it felt like the world was spinning around him.

“...Wha...?”

He heard himself murmur in a voice that sounded very faraway indeed.

He closed his eyes, but the contents of the parchment, the words that he’d just read, remained there in his vision.

It was a marriage certificate.

There on the parchment, sworn in the name of God, were written the names of a young fishmonger named Fermi Amati and Holo.

The line for the signature of Holo’s guardian was blank.

But once it had been signed and sealed by her guardian and delivered to a church, Amati and Holo would be husband and wife

Holo's name had been written in an uncertain hand.

Hers were the letters of someone who could read but who could only write by imitation.

An image flashed through Lawrence’s mind—Holo watching Amati write the contract and then clumsily signing her own name

Lawrence pulled the first sheet of paper out of his breast pocket—that desperately valuable paper—and reread it.

It had to be a list of Amati’s property. The amounts were entirely plausible.

She must have composed the list not to help Lawrence, but
rather to show him just how dire the situation was.

Why would she do that? It was silly even to ask.

Taken along with the marriage certificate, Lawrence thought the answer was obvious.

Amati was on the verge of fulfilling his contract with Lawrence, whom Holo was planning to leave.

Their meeting, Holo’s and Lawrence’s, had been pure chance.

Despite Amati being young, rash, and honest to a fault, Holo had perhaps found the overachieving, self-important boy to be a more suitable partner.

There was no reason not to think so.

Even if Lawrence was to dash up the stairs and beg her not to marry, clutching the marriage certificate in his hand, Holo would simply turn him out. She excelled at that.

He had no choice but to steel himself.

Holo had revealed Amati’s assets to Lawrence; she had to be telling him that if he could successfully defeat the young fishmonger, she would hear him out. On the other hand, if Lawrence failed—that would be the end of it.

There was a way to defeat Amati. There was hope.

Lawrence quickly put the note and contract away, and then he turned to the innkeeper.

“Fetch me all the coin I’ve left with you, if you please.”

Traveling with Holo was worth all the gold he’d ever have.

Lawrence knew it was possible to legally bankrupt Amati.

The problem lay in getting Amati to accept a deal that held such a possibility.

Lawrence suspected Amati was unfamiliar with the sort of deal he would propose. This wasn’t because he looked down on the boy; it was simply because Amati’s business did not involve transactions like the one that Lawrence had in mind.

Nobody wants to get involved in deals they don’t fully underhand, after all.

Lawrence had the additional disadvantage of being Amati’s enemy.

Given all that, he expected the odds of Amati accepting his deal at one in nine on the outside. Lawrence didn’t care if he had to provoke the boy—he had to get Amati to take the bait.

Unfortunately, no matter how normal the deal appeared on the surface, Amati was bound to notice how antagonistic it really was.

The provocation Lawrence considered was thus entirely justified.

This was not business because Lawrence had no intention of turning a profit.

Any time a merchant’s thoughts strayed from gains and losses, losses were inevitable. But Lawrence had long since abandoned his merchant’s common sense.

He asked the innkeeper which taverns Amati frequented and began searching them one by one. Despite the festivities that continued in the streets, he found Amati quietly drinking alone.

The boy appeared fatigued; perhaps it was the aftermath from the tension of negotiating his hoped-for marriage with Holo, or perhaps he had not yet raised the thousand silver pieces.

In any case, Amati's emotional state was completely irrelevant,

Lawrence knew he couldn’t always count on completely favorable negotiation conditions. When it came to that, a merchant had only his own abilities to fall back on.

If he waited until tomorrow, the negotiations could become even more difficult.

The deal he was going to propose to Amati could not wait.

He took a deep breath and moved into Amati’s field of vision before the latter noticed him.

“Ah-”

“Good evening.”

Amati was apparently not so naive as to betray his irritation at Lawrence’s arrival.

He was surprised enough to be speechless for a moment, but the young fishmonger soon recovered his professional demeanor.

“No need for suspicion. I’m here for business.” Lawrence surprised himself by managing an easy smile.

“If you’re here on business, it’s all the more reason not to let down my guard,” said Amati, unamused.

“Ha-ha, fair enough. Can you spare a moment?”

Amati nodded, and Lawrence sat down at the table with him. “Wine,” Lawrence simply said to the annoyed-looking tavern keeper.

Lawrence reminded himself not to underestimate the slender, effeminate boy who sat across the table from him. Amati had left his home and was on his way to success with his fish-selling business.

At the same time, he could not let Amati keep his own guard up.

Lawrence cleared his throat casually, glancing around before speaking. “This is a nice, quiet place.”

“You can’t drink peacefully at most taverns. This place is special.”

Lawrence wondered if Amati was implying that his peace had been disturbed by a certain unpleasant character, that is, himself, but decided that was overthinking.

He was of one mind with Amati in that he wanted to finish the conversation as quickly as possible.

“So I know you must be surprised to see me but no more surprised than I was earlier today, so I think I can beg your indulgence.”

Lawrence didn’t know what Amati had said to get Holo to sign the contract. No matter how clever and impulsive she was, he could not imagine what would make her actually sign.

Which meant that Amati had somehow persuaded her, and she had agreed.

However, Lawrence knew he had no right to blame her.

The one who had let Amati into the room was Holo, but the one who had caused the situation in the first place was Lawrence.

He did not know then what Holo had heard from Amati. Amati opened his mouth to explain just that presumably, but Lawrence raised his hand and cut the boy off.

“No, that is not the matter I am here to discuss. It does however inform my decision to come and talk business with you certainly, but that is all. Holo is entirely free to act as she will.”

Amati looked at Lawrence angrily for a moment and then nodded.

He was clearly still suspicious of Lawrence, but for his part, Lawrence would expend no more effort to allay those suspicions After all, what he was going to say next would only heighten them.

“However, given the reason for my proposing this deal to you, I can’t very well call it normal.”

“Just what is it you’re scheming?” Amati asked.