Chapter Twelve
Kell stayed with them. He said he didn’t need it, but they made a place for him in the hold, a simple berth.
“What if you find a woman in a port?” Isidor said to him pragmatically.
When they arrived at Pushta, they left Soule with Kell on The Singsong and went into town to make arrangements to trade the saffron they had gotten on Nanine, wealth enough to buy The Singsong all over again, bidding on contracts for the next year. They pushed on to Bashrac, a merchant waiting for them there with goods, Kell helping them to stow the cargo, he and Winter glad for the extra hands.
“We’ll stop and unload the Dorsan wine in Alveria,” Isidor told him as they made sure the barrels were in the front of the hold, easiest to access.
In Alveria, they gave Kell his cut of the profits fr
