That night, Aelin dreamed.
She was seventeen again, and in an unfamiliar market place, so very different from Rifthold. She spotted the spider silk across the street, and hurried over.
'So why are you here, then?'
'My ship to the southern continent doesn't leave for two days. Why not set up a shop? You never know who might approach your stall.' He winked at her. 'How old are you anyway?'
'I'm seventeen,' she said raising her chin slightly. 'How old are you?'
'Twenty five.'
Celeana gave a start. He looked about fifty.
'Everything has a price girl. Twenty years off my life for ten yards of this stuff.'
'Where on earth did you get it?' Celeana asked, curiously.
'Spiders, in the Rhunn Mountains. The one I ought this stuff off was as big as a horse.' He said.
'The only way I get my years back is if someone kills that exact spider. Perhaps an assassin from the North could do the job.' He said, with a glint in his eye.
Celeana was doubtful. Anyone who sold years off their life for a fortune was untrustworthy.
'We'll see,' she said as she turned ready to find ansel in the throng of people.
'Wait!' The merchant called after her. She Turned as he held out a small, plain brown box.
'A reminder', he said, 'That everything has a price.'
As Aelin awoke she remembered the truth of those words. She had learnt them the hard way. But the spidersilk that was in that box had saved Sam's life when an arrow fired at his heart, hit the spidersilk instead. She was not one to forget her debts, and she was going to repay the man for what he had done for her.
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