The Players

The Players, by Everett B. Cole

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Title: The Players
Author: Everett B. Cole
Illustrator: Solo
Release Date: August 29, 2007 [EBook #22426]
Language: English
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THE PLAYERS
BY EVERETT B. COLE

A Playboy is someone with power, too much time on his hands, and too
little sense of a goal worth achieving. And if the Playboy happens to
belong to a highly advanced culture....
Illustrated by Solo
Through the narrow streets leading to the great plaza of Karth,
swarmed a colorful crowd--buyers, idlers, herdsmen, artisans, traders.
From all directions they came, some to gather around the fountain,
some to explore the wineshops, many to examine the wares, or to buy
from the merchants whose booths and tents hid the cobblestones.
A caravan wound its way through a gate and stopped, the weary beasts
standing patiently as the traders sought vacant space where they might
open business. From another gate, a herdsman guided his living wares
through the crowd, his working animals snapping at the heels of the
flock, keeping it together and in motion.
Musa, trader of Karth, sat cross-legged before his shop, watching the
scene with quiet amusement. Business was good in the city, and his
was pleasingly above the average. Western caravans had come in,
exchanging their goods for those eastern wares he had acquired. Buyers
from the city and from the surrounding hills had come to him, to
exchange their coin for his goods. He glanced back into the booth,
satisfied with what he saw, then resumed his casual watch of the plaza.
No one seemed interested in him.
There were customers in plenty. Men stopped, critically examined the
contents of the displays, then moved on, or stayed to bargain. One of
these paused before Musa, his eyes dwelling on the merchant rather
than on his wares.
[Illustration]
The shopper was a man of medium height. His rather slender, finely
featured face belied the apparent heaviness of his body, though his
appearance was not actually abnormal. Rather, he gave the impression
of being a man of powerful physique and ascetic habits. His dress was

that of a herdsman, or possibly of an owner of herds from the northern
Galankar.
Musa arose, to face him.
"Some sleeping rugs, perhaps? Or a finely worked bronze jar from the
East?"
The stranger nodded. "Possibly. But I would like to look a while if I
may."
Musa stepped aside, waving a hand. "You are more than welcome,
friend," he assented. "Perhaps some of my poor goods may strike your
fancy."
"Thank you." The stranger moved inside.
Musa stood at the entrance, watching him. As the man stepped from
place to place, Musa noted that he seemed to radiate a certain
confidence. There was a definite aura of power and ability. This man,
the trader decided, was no ordinary herdsman. He commanded more
than sheep.
"You own herds to the North?" he asked.
The stranger turned, smiling. "Lanko is my name," he said. "Yes, I
come from the North." He swept a hand to indicate the merchandise on
display, and directed a questioning gaze at the merchant. "It seems
strange that your goods are all of the East. I see little of the West in all
your shop."
* * * * *
Normally, Musa kept his own council, assuming that his affairs were
not public property, but his alone. There was something about this man,
Lanko, however, which influenced him to break his usual reticence.
"I plan a trading trip to the Eastern Sea," he confided. "Of course, to
carry eastern goods again to the East would be a waste of time, so I am

reserving my western goods for the caravan and clearing out the things
of the East."
Lanko nodded. "I see." He pointed to a small case of finely worked
jewelry. "What would be the price of those earrings?"
Musa reached into the case, taking out a cunningly worked pair of shell
and gold trinkets.
"These are from Norlar, a type of jewelry we rarely see here," he said.
"For these, I must ask twenty balata."
Lanko whistled softly. "No wonder you would make a trip East. I
wager there is profit in those." He pointed. "What of the sword up
there?"
Musa laughed. "You hesitate at twenty balata, then you point out that?"
He crossed