Shadowplay

CELL 52

The Gospah of Kwamitaskwen listened to the whining complaints from the largest of the Plicik landlords, concealing his extreme dislike of the man with an ease born of long practice.

"… what's one going to do with one's stock, huh? huh? Tell one that, huh? huh? They walk out on one, they don't need to expect one is going to take them back, one two three just like that, compensation, there has to be.compensation."

The Kwamitaskwen Gospah tented his hands and smiled blandly at the Plicik thickhead. "One is sure one can arrange for your neighbors to take them in." He ignored the sudden dismay on the oaf's face as he visioned the loss of all his Maka serfs and how much it would cost him to replace them. "One needn't bother oneself about this small Inconvenience. As for compensation, wall, it is the Pakoseo Year, so proclaimed from the Heart of the World and Landlaws are suspended for the duration. Ah… one's memory becomes more impossible every, day, but one seems to recall one has not received your assessment yet. No problem one is sure. Obviously your accountant was among those who left."