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Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8 “So, how does it work, then, all this human trade?” George looked around at Ifor Moel’s office while waiting for his response, envying the largely empty desk with its tidy stacks of paper. He’d only seen Gwyn’s steward at work in his own place a handful of times. He was no longer the bewildered visitor of a few months ago—this time he had a line of inquiry he wanted to pursue, and Ifor was the expert on the economy of his great-grandfather’s domain. “Maybe I better explain,” he added. “Benitoe tells me the Kuzul wants to explore setting up its own trading channels for lutins with the human world, but I thought the korrigans had the monopoly on that. Who trades in what, and how do they do it? Are any of the fae involved?” Ifor stroked his cheek as if thinking where to begin. “
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