Ridge: Day One

10. THE DAY FINDS EDDEL

The next morning, Hamel awoke at his usual time. He decided not to go for a run, but to spend the extra time in exercise and training in the yard behind his house. There was privacy within his walls. He could push himself to maintain his strength and be prepared for what lay ahead.

He assumed "Patir" Eddel was either looking for him or frustrated that he had returned home for the night. He expected the man would be anxious to meet him but unwilling to come to the upper sections of the city. Once Hamel knew Eddel wanted to meet, he was content to let the criminal wait.

Hamel cleaned up and had a full breakfast. He wasn't sure it would be safe to eat or drink anything in Eddel's presence or from the lower sections, so he packed some food and water. Many would not think twice about using poison to rid the world of the former Honored Patir. It was difficult to protect himself against that kind of thing, other than not to eat anything. He would eat his own food until he felt he could trust Eddel.

His full pack was well hidden under his cloak. He had enough to get him through at least two days, maybe more if he rationed. He also made sure he carried only enough money to get him through that time.

He thought his house would be safe. The area was well patrolled and, while there were few left who held any respect for Hamel, the soldiers would not tolerate thieves—even if they were targeting Hamel's home.

He packed up, secured a dagger to his side, and left for the lower sections. The coming days would be a new experience for him. He had never lived among thieves, murderers, and assassins.

Hamel made his way down toward the market area where he had run into Cuttel and his thugs. His mind thought through his upcoming meeting with Eddel, but he did not have enough information to lay out a definite plan. He did not even know what the man looked like, his age, or the extent of his influence.

Hamel went over the full name, "Patir Eddel," in his mind. He needed to grow accustomed to using the honorific for the man. The man was anything but worthy of such a title, but Hamel had no choice but to earn the man's trust and insert himself into a favored position with the man if he were to accomplish his plans.

Hamel entered the market before mid-morning and made his way to a table. The tall, thin merchant was selling bags made from what appeared to be old clothing. The material was worn and ripped in many places and covered with patches. As he looked through the bags, he found many had patches sewn on top of patches.

He had never quite come to grips with why there was so much poverty in the lower sections. There were plenty of empty homes for the taking in the upper sections. There was always work available. The army was always looking to take anyone who was hard working and dedicated.

Hamel's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of two men making their way toward him. He kept his head down but watched them out of the corner of his eye. As they walked through the market area, people stepped to the side and gave them plenty of space. They were his escort.

"Beautiful day today," Hamel said loudly before he turned his head to look at the men. From the expressions on their faces, Hamel suspected neither man was ready to engage in friendly conversation... or capable of such an action.

The man on the left hesitated before announcing, "The Patir would like to speak with you. Follow us."

"Yes, it is a beautiful day. Thank you for noticing," Hamel replied loudly. He wasn't entirely sure why he would try to provoke the men, but he did feel civility and tradition were both noble practices, and if they would not respond, he would.

The man looked at him with confusion in his eyes and said, "No, I didn't ask you if it was a nice day. I said the Patir would like to speak with you."