Victor’s eyes narrowed.
“Is that so?”
“It is. When the king’s advisor comes calling, people tend to talk. No one wants to let things become...unpleasant. And since you’ve given me the costs to train and hire your men, it was a simple matter to compare that to what I learned of your wheat trade. Do you know what I found out?”
“What is that, advisor?”
Gerand breathed in deep, wrapped his fingers together. His face was emotionless, a well-controlled mask to hide whatever it was he felt.
“You’re broke, Victor. You can’t afford your own army.”
The words sent a chill down Victor’s spine, but he did his best to hide it, just like Gerand.
“That’s preposterous,” he said.
“Is it?” asked Gerand, his eyebrows lifting. “Your lands are not large, and such skilled men as yours are not cheap, especially for the danger they face and the time you’ve committed them to. Perhaps a few you’ve promised a pittance of land, but you don’t have much to give. Even if you’ve been saving for the past five years or so, which I honestly believe you have, within a few weeks your men will want another portion of their pay and you simply won’t have it. Which of course brings us to your request for an advance.”
Gerand leaned back, clearly giving Victor an opportunity to speak. He tried to think, to know what was expected of him.
“What I’ve done has helped this city,” he said, deciding to be honest in his appeal. “You have to know this. After everything I’ve accomplished, surely his majesty can issue in good faith a portion...”
Gerand waved a hand, interrupting him.
“His majesty will do as I say in this, so long as I convince him he’ll sleep safer at night. I am the one you must convince, so direct your arguments to me. What makes you think I should trust you with such wealth?”
“You’ve seen my men combing the streets. You’ve seen the scum I’ve brought to your judges. Even the Trifect has opened their books to me. For what reason would you doubt me?”
Gerand waved a hand at him.
“Stay calm, friend. I have no time for anger or personal insult. And forgive my manners...would you care for a drink?”
The advisor poured them both a glass of wine, and Victor accepted it reluctantly. Once Gerand had taken a sip, Victor did so as well. It was fine vintage, and despite himself, Victor drank half the glass.
“So you wonder why I should doubt you, after all I’ve seen,” Gerand said, setting his glass beside him at his desk. “That is exactly the point. I’ve seen you driven to put your life in danger, risking every shred of your wealth to hire and train men to accomplish this fanatical quest. I can only imagine how many moneylenders are eyeing your wheat fields even as we speak. Yet what I don’t know is why. What could possibly drive you to such lengths?”
“Why does it matter my reason so long as my motives are pure?” Victor asked.
“Are they pure? I don’t know, and I don’t much care. But it matters to me because I do not like entrusting the streets to a madman, and to me, you carry the look of a madman. It sparkles in your eyes. Sane men do not give up everything for others, I’m sorry. That is something I do not trust in my gut. So tell me something I can believe, that will convince me to open the treasury to you, and I will do so.”
“You don’t trust someone to give everything, to sweat and bleed for others,” Victor said. “You are a sad, bitter man if that is true. But if you don’t trust that, then what of vengeance, Gerand? Is that something you can trust?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then know that what I do, I do for the honor of my parents. I do so to avenge my childhood. The crimes these guilds have committed against me are loathsome, and if you have looked into me as you say, then you know what they’ve done. My parents did not deserve that. It should never have happened, never, and I will do whatever it takes to break every person involved and lay their corpses before the memory of my mother and father.”
Victor crossed his arms, and he felt like one awaiting judgment.
“So tell me,” he said. “Am I still a madman?”
Gerand chuckled.
“Perhaps, but if you are, you’re a madman I can understand. That is all that matters. I will give you the advance you requested, plus half over. But I want you to remember something, Victor. If you are wise, you’ll listen well. If you accomplish what you desire, if you keep breaking the guilds one by one, then I’ll make sure your men remain paid, in secret, and quiet, so none will know of his majesty’s involvement. But if you fail, then I’ll suddenly discover how you attempted to defraud the castle, and lied about your wealth in vain hopes of having our treasury pay for your ill-conceived crusade. In short, either they hang, or you do. Have I made myself clear?”