“Ye lookin’ fer work?” Eben asks.
“Aye. Figure people want to start gardens or prepare fields, or mebbe ye need to rebuild yer walls.”
“I might have somethin’—but listen, son,” he says, giving me a pointed look. “Ye ever think of settlin’ down?”
I laugh. “I’ve no money for a wife.”
“What if a wife had money for ye? Would ye marry?”
Again, I laugh. “Mebbe. Ye have someone in mind?”
“As it happens. If I was unmarried, I’d take advantage, but my wife is very much alive. So, if I share information, and ye succeed, would ye remember who helped ye?”
“I doubt ye’d let me forget.”
“True enough. Are ye interested?”
“Mebbe.”
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