She might be worth the five hundred.She might be worth the five hundred. "Yes, now what do you ladies have to offer us?" King Fionn asked, seating himself. "Virna Minkoil," Janesse gestured to herself. "Sister, Virsha. Many pelts, some clothes. Interest?" "Barbarians, Poppa. We can practically take the furs," whispered Brianna, too loudly. "Everyone knows how stupid barbarians are." "Hush, child. Be polite," Fionn whispered back. "Show us what you have," he instructed Janesse. Jessica and her daughter displayed the furs for nearly an hour. Then came the white fox. Brianna looked at it hungrily. She had been interested in the other furs, but the white caught her attention, and immediate favor. "Poppa, I want that set. The white one," she whispered. "Very well. I was wanting some of the ermine for a new robe. I'll ask." Turning back to the merchants, he smiled, with the face of a merchant instead of a monarch. "How much for all of the ermine pelts and the white fur?" "Ermine, five gold a pelt," Janesse said, naming a price that was not unreasonable. "Princess try on white fox before she buy. Be sure fits." Jess pulled out the ten ermine pelts and the white fox. Accepting the fifty gold, she handed the white fox to Janesse. "Try it on in your room, Precious," the king doted, "and if it fits come back. Agnes, accompany her." "Sire, not her fur yet. Still mine. I go," Janesse put in. |