Realms of Infamy - James Lowder [74]
"Come seeking my wisdom? A human? I doubt that. Tell me the truth. What do you want from me?"
"I can pay."
"Of course you can, young man." He dipped back down toward the pool to retrieve his hat. Plopping it on his head, he considered me with hard, dark eyes. "You one of those merchant-fellows from the lowland?"
A thief can sniff a mark from ten paces off, and with Jig Elbari, I knew he was a perfect setup right away. Maybe he was bored or lonely. Whatever. It didn't matter. He was already playing the game.
He didn't wait for a reply. "Well, if you have the money, I have the tincture. Coming out this way says a lot about your courage. See any ogres or trolls as you came through the fissure back there?"
"No, sir," I answered, feeling the hair rise on the back of my neck.
"On the return, you probably will." He cackled again.
I watched as he filled each bottle with the pool's clear liquid. "You know about Spring Tonic?" he asked, after a bit.
"I've not heard of it," I said casually.
"It's right expensive, but the price is worth it. One flask can make a man young again. It's the water, you know. There isn't much of a spell spliced to the tonic, but most folks seem to think the words are what gives it the power. It's nonsense." Jig grinned and pulled at his hair. "You've got to bottle the water during the night of a blue moon, and only once a year does Selune go full twice in the same month. We'll see it again during Midwinter, but not until."
"Still for all that, I can't see why the tonic would be expensive. You could have several bottles of it stocked away."
"I do, but it's not that easy," he answered. "The elixir has to age. You take it before it strengthens up all the way, which is about fifty years, and nothing will happen. Besides, not only do you have to mix it on the night of a blue moon, you've got to drink it during one, as well."
"How can you tell if you have an aged bottle?"
He laughed. "You can't. That's the whole trouble, don't you see? Most people want assurances. They just plain don't trust me when I say it's the good stuff."
"I suppose you have a bottle that's properly aged?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yes, I do. Are you a decent judge of moral character, young man? Do you trust me to be fair and honest? Would you be interested in buying my Spring Tonic?"
"I might."
"Then follow me to the house, and we'll talk about it." He scooped up his jars and clinked on by me, disappearing into the fern hedge.
I rode in behind him, and he invited me into his hovel without another thought to it.
A small bit of light came from a miner's lamp sitting on the board of a dry sink, but it was still a gray, little place inside, decorated with tattered chairs and two crooked wooden tables. Every available square inch and flat plane in the room was covered by a bottle. The containers were everywhere, glinting and sparkling in the lantern's shine. Elbari dumped his new load into the seat of a lumpy recliner.
"Is all this made from the pool?" I asked.
"Yes. Blended with different mountain herbs and the water is good for whatever ails you." He led me to the smallest of the rickety tables and picked through the bottles. Finding what he sought, he handed one to me. "This is some of the elixir. That's the only potent brew I have now."
"How much does it cost?"
"A single bottle is thirty thousand tricrowns."
No wonder Bareen Tykar wanted me to steal it. "Are you mad? That's outrageous!"
"I told you it was expensive. Is your grandmother worth it to you? With Spring Tonic, she'll get back her sight and her youth."
"I can't afford it."
"And you can't be sure it will work," he said.
"If it's the real thing, then why don't you take it yourself?" I asked.
"I'm not interested in being young again. Once around in this life is enough for me. I'd rather have the money." Rubbing his long, crusty beard, he cast a look across the room. "Well, it was worth a try, anyway. We can at least help your grandmother get back her sight. She'll need some rootwart balm enhanced with a brightening spell."