L. Modesitt - Ordermaster

You sure youd not be wanting more, ser? The ample Adelya stood in the archway from the kitchen to the breakfast room.

Kharl smiled as he eased back the straight-backed oak chair and stood. He glanced down at the green-trimmed white plate-it was the plain china-on which remained a half slice of egg toast. More, Adelya? I couldnt finish everything you cooked. Its been a long time since Ive eaten so well. That wasnt quite true. Hed eaten that well as Lord Ghrants guest in Dykaru, but, he reflected, hed never eaten under his own roof as he had for the last two eightdays.

He still had trouble believing that he was lord of Cantyl. Hed studied the figures laid out in the ledger by Speltar, the estate steward, and seen and counted the golds in the strong room below. He was wealthy, if modestly so by the standards of lords, and that was something hed never expected, never dreamed. Not for a man who had been a cooper in Brysta most of his life, and a carpenters assistant on the Seastag after hed been forced into exile by Lord Wests son Egen.

From that exile had come all the events-and the magely talents-that had led him to become lord and master of Cantyl and its lands. Cantyl was a modest estate, as estates went, roughly some ten kays by five, with timberlands and vineyards, enough fertile ground to provision the lands, and more than a few rugged and rocky hills. There were a handful of fruit trees on the slope south of the main house, but they were barely an orchard.

The only things missing were his sons, but he had no way to reach Arthal, and hed sent a message on Hagens Seastag, the next ship of the lord-chancellors merchant fleet scheduled to port in Brysta. It was chancy as to whether his letter would actually reach Merayni in Peachill, where Warrl stayed with his aunt, but Kharl had to try.

You be sure youve had enough, ser? asked Adelya. The way youve been working, more like a field hand than a lord

Hard work makes me feel better, Kharl replied.

You could have someone-

Im a better cooper and carpenter than anyone I could pay. Kharl grinned. And Im more trustworthy, too.

Adelya tried not to smile, and failed.

Besides, how can I learn about Cantyl if I dont work it?

You sound like Lord Koroh. He was Lord Julons father.

Hagen had mentioned in passing that Julon had held the estate before Lord Ghrant, but had not mentioned any details.

Good lord, Koroh was. Adelya straightened. You sure you dont need any more?

Im most certain. With a smile, Kharl turned and walked from the breakfast room down the rear hall to the south doorway. It was really a service entrance, but it was closest to the small barn that he was converting into his private cooperage. He enjoyed working with wood, and once he received the oak he had ordered, he could begin to make barrels for the vineyard. That would save Glyan, the head vintner, more than a few golds over the course of the year, and it would give Kharl the sense that he was adding to the worth of Cantyl.

Once outside in the chill sunlight, he walked briskly down the gravel path toward the small barn. Although the first days of spring had been cool for Austra, the heavy sandstone walls of the house had kept it pleasant during the past eightdays as Kharl had worked to learn about his holding, studying the accounts, walking the lands, and building his cooperage.

Without hesitation, Kharl slid back the barn door and stepped into what had once been a secondary stable. At some point, hed need to put in a better set of doors, but his first task was to finish removing the remaining stalls.

For a good two glasses, Kharl worked in the small barn, carefully loosening and breaking down the last of the stall walls, taking out pegs and the occasional nail, so that the planks and cut timbers could be reused. He had three piles in the center of the dirt floor.

After finishing with the eighth stall, he straightened. Despite the coolness of the day, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he blotted it away with the sleeve of the heavy gray shirt hed worn as the carpenters assistant on the Seastag.

Ah ser?

Kharl turned to see Speltar, the estate steward, standing in the open doorway. Good morning, Speltar.

That it is, ser. Youve been working hard.

I cant build a cooperage here until Ive got the space ready.

The steward nodded. I should have the listing ready this afternoon. He paused. For the equipment we talked about yesterday.

What did we forget? Kharl grinned. Or I forgot?

Wed talked about varnish or shellac for the flooring here .

Kharl looked at the dirt floor inside the east end of the barn, a space where there had been ten stalls, then glanced to Speltar. I cant believe there were so many stalls. There were ten here, and there are twenty in the main barn.

Lord Julon had four teams, replied the short and slim steward, nervously pushing back his wispy reddish brown hair, not that there was enough to cover his balding pate. He had four horses to a team, and they werent used for work around the lands. So we needed stalls for the shire horses, mostly in winter, and stalls for the fancy teams.

Where did he drive them?

Oh, he took two teams to Valmurl. One team pulled the carriage most of the way, and then he made his entrance with the other. Speltar cleared his throat. About the varnish?

What about it?

I was talking to Dorwan about it. He had a suggestion.

Kharl nodded. Hed already learned that Dorwan never volunteered anything directly to him, but always suggested things to Speltar. The forester, for all his size and bulk, was almost painfully shy, and it would take a while before he was at ease with Kharl-or anyone new to the estate. It was probably a good one.

Yes, ser. You know the flagstone walk in front? Well years back, Lord Julon had flagstone squares cut, big thick squares, and he was going to have them polished for a summer porch. Ah the porch never got built. Dorwan says that the flags, more than enough to floor your cooperage anyway, are still there, in the back of the storage shed above the vineyard building. They were smoothed, but never polished.

Kharl laughed. Those would be better than a timber floor, especially around the forge. He paused. I know how to lay a plank floor. I cant say I know how to lay a stone floor that well.

Dorwan says his boy Bannat and he can do it. Take less than an eightday. Need some lime for the mortar, but thats a sight cheaper than varnish.

Does he have the time, without neglecting what he does in the woodlands?

Still early for poachers, and words out that Lord Kharls a mage. Speltar grinned shyly. Dorwan says that he and Bannat can start leveling and packing the clay underneath tomorrow.

What do you think?

Stonell last longer than wood, ser. We already have the flags. If we have to cut the timbers all we have is softwood.

What youre trying to tell me is that a softwood floor wont last, and that we could sell the good spruce timbers to the carpenters and shipyards in Valmurl for good coins, and besides that, you can get some use out of the flagstones stored in the shed, and free up some storage space.

There is that, ser.

Kharl shook his head. Its a good idea. We should do it. If I dont see Dorwan today, and you do, tell him that I appreciate his thoughtfulness. Ill tell him, but

Yes, ser. Hes a mite reserved.

Begging your pardon, ser came a young voice from behind Kharl. Theres a vessel under steam headed for the pier. Da said youd want to know, ser.

Kharl turned to see a dark-haired girl of ten or so-Glyans daughter Rona. She was the unofficial messenger around Cantyl. Thank you.

Yes, ser. Rona smiled. Do you want me to tell Da anything?