78th Day of Spring, 512 AV "You wanted to see me, Miss Zipporah?" Tock made her way into her boss's office, piloting her crutches through the doors with a huge grin on her face. At the sight of the grin, her boss sighed, and set down the quill he was writing with. He knew that grin. "I can only assume," he said, "that being as it's after business hours, and the dock job is quite finished, you're here to ask me for something." "Yup!" Tock cheerfully replied. She stopped her crutches in front of her boss's desk, bending her legs and just hanging there, rocking back and forth a bit, the springs on the crutches flexing to support her weight. "I needs a wagon." Jacques folded his hands, schooling himself to patience. "And why," he asked, "should I provide it for you? I appreciate the work you've done here, but you've only been in my employ for just under a month now. I don't make a habit of loaning my wagons--" "And 'orses," she interrupted, "I needs 'orses too." Jacques sighed, and rubbed his face. "Very well," he said. "Why should I loan you a wagon and horses? This isn't related to your job in any way. I've already agreed to let you harvest scrap from the job sites, and allowed you a fair amount of free reign with the crew..." She cut him off again, "Oy, free reign? Whatcha mean, doin' Eavin's job fer 'im? If'n 'e weren't such a lazy bum...!" Jacques held up a hand to silence her. "As I was saying," he continued, "I've been rather patient with your... eccentricities up until now, because you do good work, and yes, your efforts at organizing the crew have increased efficiency. However, you still haven't given me any reason why I should let you abscond with a wagon without supervision." "Wood," Tock said. Jacques blinked, stared at her, and waited for her to elaborate. When she didn't, he sighed and asked, "Wood, Miss Zipporah? What does that--?" "I need wood," she said, holding her arms up in frustration. "I ain't got no good stuff!" "I've told you," he said, "the scrap bins are yours to scavenge from, but--" "Oy, I can't build the big stuff wit' scrap!" Tock replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I need me some big lumber!" Jacques sighed again and said, "I cannot simply give you good lumber..." "Nah, nah, nah!" Tock said, waving her hands in front of her. "I don't need YER lumber. I just need yer wagon!" She grinned, figuring that was that. Jacques stared at her blankly, and now she sighed. Did she have to spell it all out to him? "Oy, Bossman, see," she explained, "I's gonna go outside the city an' get me up some lumber, aye? Nice big oak tree o' somethin'. But I can't 'aul it all back 'ere myself, aye? Specially not in 'ese babies," she patted her crutches lovingly. "So can I 'ave it?" she smiled at him, eagerly awaiting his 'yes'. Jacques folded his hands and took a breath. "Miss Zipporah," he said very slowly, "I cannot help but feel like we're going in circles." "Aye," she said with a hint of frustration, "if'n ye'd pay attention," she waved a finger at him. "No, Miss Zipporah," he said, his patience nearly worn. "I asked you a simple question, and you have yet to answer it." He waited, staring at her. She stared back. She scratched her head. Her face scrunched up in confusion. Jacques started tapping his fingers on the desk. "Why should I give you a wagon?" he asked again. "Oy, so's as I can 'aul my lumber back, why else!" she groaned, throwing her hands up in the air. She was losing her patience with her boss. Some people could be so dense. Jacques took a breath, and rubbed his hands over his face. "Alright," he said, "let's start over." Tock rolled her eyes. "What's in it for me if I let you take a wagon?" "Oy, why didn't ya just ASK that?" Tock replied. "Oy, so, I'll split the lumber wit' ya, aye?" They shared a long look again, and when she still got no response, Tock continued, "Oy, look, I's figure, gonna be at LEAST sixty mizahs worth o' wood," she held up a hand and started counting on her fingers, "'Alf's gonna be fer me," she ticked off one finger, tapping the index finger of her other hand against it. "A quarter's gonna be fer sold fer parts," she ticked off another finger, "an a quarter can go ta you, aye? 'At's like fifteen mizahs fer a day's wagon rental. Nice deal, aye?" Jacques took a breath and said, "So the deal is, a day's wagon use for fifteen mizahs of wood?" Tock nodded eagerly. "Why didn't you just say that from...?" he sighed, shaking his head and waving his hands to dismiss the whole conversation. "Very well, Miss Zipporah. Assuming its decent enough wood for our use, you have a deal. How long will you need the wagon for? The full day?" Tock nodded, grinning wide. "Maybe inta tomorrow," she said, "But I figures, we can get back 'fore tomorrow night. Maybe take two trips, if'n we cut down two trees. 'En I can get ya twice as much, aye?" Jacques agreed, if for no other reason than to get her out of his hair. Tock would have jumped for joy, if she'd designed her animated crutches to jump. * * * A short time later, the wagon pulled up outside Kaeson's place, slightly out of control with Tock at the reins. Her friend James was tugging on them to get the horses back under control. "Damnit Tock, not so fast!" he shouted, pulling the wagon to a halt. It was the first time she'd ever driven a wagon before, and she had insisted on taking a turn at the reins. Tock was laughing, having a great time. She pulled hard on the reins right along with him, stopping the horses and bouncing in her seat. Then she called out to Kaeson inside, "Oy! Mate! Lezgo, aye? Ain't got all day!" |