constructed from little more than wood and nails. Aside from its denizens, the city was most famous for Ship-Breaker, the giant chain that hung across the mouth of the horseshoe-shaped bay.
It had been around for centuries, and was so large that, as its name implied, it could snap the mast of any ship that came up against it. While mostly designed to discourage any attacks, it also kept anyone from sneaking off. And given that the rest of the island was covered with towering mountains, there werenât many other places for a ship to safely dock. So, any ship that wanted to enter or exit the harbor had to wait for it to be lowered under the surfaceâand be ready to pay a hefty fee.
âYou have three blocks,â Rolfe said. âBetter make them count.â
Was he deliberately walking fast? Steadying her rising temper, Celaena focused on the jagged, lush mountains hovering around the city, on the glittering curve of the bay, on the hint of sweetness in the air. Sheâd found Rolfe just about to leave the tavern to go to a business meeting, and heâd agreed to let her ask her questions as he walked.
âWhen the slaves arrive,â she asked, trying to sound as inconvenienced as possible, âwill I get the chance to inspect them, or can I trust that youâre giving us a good batch?â
He shook his head at her impertinence, and Celaena jumped over the outstretched legs of an unconsciousâor deadâdrunk in her path. âTheyâll arrive tomorrow afternoon. I was
planning
to inspect them myself, but if youâre so worried about the quality of your wares, Iâll allow you to join me. Consider it a privilege.â
She snorted. âWhere? On your ship?â Better to get a good sense of how everything worked, and then build her plan from there. Just knowing how things operated might create some ideas for how to make the deal fall apart with as little risk to herself as possible.
âIâve converted a large stable at the other end of the town into a holding facility. I usually examine all the slaves there, but since youâre leaving the next morning, weâll just examine yours on the ship itself.â
She clicked her tongue loudly enough for him to hear it. âAnd how long can I expect this to take?â
He raised an eyebrow. âYou have better things to do?â
âJust answer the question.â Thunder rumbled in the distance.
They reached the docks, which were by far the most impressive thing about the town. Ships of all shapes and sizes rocked against the wooden piers, and pirates scurried along the decks, tying down various things before the storm hit. On the horizon, lightning flashed just above the lone watchtower perched along the northern entrance to the bayâthe watchtower from which Ship-Breaker was raised and lowered. In the flash, sheâd also seen the two catapults atop one of the tower landings. If Ship-Breaker didnât destroy a boat, then those catapults finished the job.
âDonât worry, Mistress Sardothien,â Rolfe said, striding past the various taverns and inns that lined the docks. They had two blocks left. âYour time wonât be wasted. Though getting through a hundred slaves will take a while.â
A hundred slaves on one ship! Where did they all
fit
?
âAs long as you donât try to fool me,â she snapped, âIâll consider it time well spent.â
âJust so you donât find reasons to complainâand Iâm sure youâll try your best to do just thatâI have another shipment of slaves being inspected at the holding facility tonight. Why donât you join me? That way, you can have something to compare them to tomorrow.â
That would be perfect, actually. Perhaps she could just claim the slaves werenât up to par and refuse to do business with him because of it. And then leave, no harm done to either of them. Sheâd still have to face