“Then I can safely say that the king can’t replace it for you. Good Christ, man, how can you take so much into the wilderness?” Harmodius laughed. Random shrugged. “We go to buy a year’s produce of grain from a thousand farms,” he said. “And beef from the hillmen—maybe fifteen hundred animals, ready to be fattened for market. And beer, small wine, skins from deer, beaver, rabbit, otter, bear and wolf—a year’s worth for every haberdasher and every furrier in Harndon. That’s the business of the Northern Fair, and that’s without their staple of wool.”
