“You should see city skaa, Tresting,” the obligator said, turning back to
watch the skaa workers. “These are actually quite diligent compared to
those inside Luthadel. You have more . . . direct control over your skaa
here. How many would you say you lose a month?”
“Oh, a half dozen or so,” Tresting said. “Some to beatings, some to
exhaustion.”
“Runaways?”
“Never!” Tresting said. “When I first inherited this land from my father, I
had a few runaways—but I executed their families. The rest quickly lost
heart. I’ve never understood men who have trouble with their skaa—I find
the creatures easy to control, if you show a properly firm hand.”
The obligator nodded, standing quietly in his gray robes. He seemed
pleased—which was a good thing. The skaa weren’t actually Tresting’s
property. Like all skaa, they belonged to the Lord Ruler; Tresting only
leased the workers from his God, much in the same way he paid for the
services of His obligators.
The obligator looked down, checking his pocket watch, then glanced up
at the sun. Despite the ashfall, the sun was bright this day, shining a brilliant
crimson red behind the smoky blackness of the upper sky. Tresting removed
a handkerchief and wiped his brow, thankful for the parasol’s shade against
the midday heat.
“Very well, Tresting,” the obligator said. “I will carry your proposal to
Lord Venture, as requested. He will have a favorable report from me on
your operations here.”
Tresting held in a sigh of relief. An obligator was required to witness any
contract or business deal between noblemen. True, even a lowly obligator
like the ones Tresting employed could serve as such a witness—but it meant
so much more to impress Straff Venture’s own obligator.
The obligator turned toward him. “I will leave back down the canal this
afternoon.”
“So soon?” Tresting asked. “Wouldn’t you care to stay for supper?”
“No,” the obligator replied. “Though there is another matter I wish to
discuss with you. I came not only at the behest of Lord Venture, but to . . .
look in on some matters for the Canton of Inquisition. Rumors say that you
like to dally with your skaa women.”