The Coffee Trader

“I should like to buy you a drink to celebrate your victory over the Pharisees.”

“Another time, perhaps. I’ve a meeting just now.”

“You run some errand of the coffee trade?” Alferonda asked.

“This coffee trade will be my undoing. Parido cornered me on the Exchange and demanded to know my dealings in coffee. I refused, and before I could turn my head I stood before the Ma’amad.”

“Oh, he’s a tricky one, but the greatest way to foil him will be for you to succeed in your business.”

Miguel nodded. “Let me ask you something, Alonzo. You know more about coffee than I do; you’ve been drinking it for years. I read in a pamphlet written by an Englishman that coffee suppresses the urges of the flesh, but I have been feeding some to my brother’s wife, and she seems rather animated by it.”

“Your brother’s wife, you say? Ho, Miguel, you are more of a rascal than I had thought. And I commend you, for she is a pretty thing, and now plump with child too, so you needn’t worry about unfortunate results.”

“I have no plans to cuckold my brother. I have problems enough. I only wonder if the coffee may be the difficulty with her.”

“You ca

“I have heard the story,” Miguel said.

“Among the Turks it is said that the chest of spices included coffee berries, and it was this fruit that spurred his lust. I would feed your brother’s pretty wife no more coffee fruit unless you want to follow Solomon’s path.”

“Only in wisdom.”

“It is always wise to take a handsome woman when there will be no consequences.”

“I don’t know if I would say that it is wise to do so. Only desirable.”

“Then you admit it,” Alferonda said, poking his finger gleefully in Miguel’s chest.

Miguel shrugged. “I admit only in seeing beauty where there is beauty and finding it a sad thing when it is neglected.”

“Merciful Christ,” Alferonda shouted. “You’re in love.”

“Alonzo, you’re no more than a gossipy grandmother with a beard. Now, if you’re done inventing tales, I’ve business to tend to.”

“Ah, his other love, the Dutch widow,” Alferonda said. “I understand your haste, Lienzo. I would surely rebuff myself for her sake.”

Geertruid made her way through the crowd and smiled at Miguel as though she were hosting him at her own table. Miguel winced. Somehow he did not like the idea of introducing Geertruid to Alferonda; one illicit presence ought not to consort with another. “Good day, senhor,” he said, and started to pull away.

“Ho, ho!” Alferonda shouted after them. “Are you not going to introduce me to this lady?” He pranced forward to stand by Geertruid’s side. In a sweeping move, he lifted his wide hat from his head and bowed deeply. “Alonzo Alferonda at your service, madam. Should you find yourself in need of any assistance a gentleman can provide, I hope you will do no more than to summon your humble servant.”

“I thank you.” She smiled warmly.

“I’m sure the lady will sleep better tonight for having had the offer,” Miguel said, pulling her away.

“I should love to know more of her sleeping,” Alferonda shouted, but he didn’t follow.

“What charming friends you have,” she said as they took a seat. If she felt any embarrassment about her revelation of the previous night at the Brewers’ Guild feast, she did not show it.

“None more so than you.” He looked across the tavern and saw that Alferonda had left.

Geertruid took a small pipe from a leather sack and began to stuff it with tobacco. “Now,” she said, “on to business. Have you looked into getting our money returned?”

Miguel could hardly believe her. “I have hardly had time to tend to that matter. Have you no questions of how I fared before the council?”

She lit her pipe with the flame of the oil lamp. “I am sure you prevailed. I have faith in you. And you would not be in such good spirits had you not won the day. Now, on to the matter of my investments.”

Miguel sighed, angry that she was souring his victory with this peevishness about money. Why had he ever involved himself with this Dutchwoman with her secrets and stolen capital?

“I know we agreed to wait two weeks,” she told him, “but if you have no solution to our Iberian problems, we must get the money returned.”

Miguel refused to show his concern. “Madam, where is your adventurous spirit? I begin to suspect that you would rather see your money returned than you would the fortune it will bring you. You must have faith that I will sort out these small difficulties.”

“I don’t believe you will sort them out.” She shook her head slowly. With her face turned downward and her hair dangling just over her eyes, she looked like a mournful Mado

Too much had happened in one day, and Miguel’s head had begun to ache. He put one hand to his brow. “I don’t understand you,” he moaned.

“Did I not love you so well, I would demand another five percent for doing your work, but I do love you, and we’ll let the matter pass. As they say, the good farmer makes his own rain. So while you were playing cat and bird with your foolish council, I found an agent of my own to work for our cause in Iberia.”

“You? You have sent an agent into the most pernicious nation on earth? Where did you find this person? How can we be certain he won’t betray us?”

“You needn’t fear.” She puffed on her pipe with obvious satisfaction. “I found him through my lawyer in Antwerp, a city, you know, that retains many ties to Spain. I’m assured he can be trusted with my very life.”

“Your life is in no danger, but you had better hope he can be entrusted with your wealth. If the Inquisition suspects he is a Jew’s agent, he’ll be tortured until he reveals all.”

“That’s the very beauty of it. He has no knowledge that he works for a Jew, only that he works for a delightful Amsterdam widow. He can’t betray what he doesn’t know, and his motions shall attract no suspicion, for even in his own mind he does nothing worthy of notice.”

She had been reckless to embark upon this plan without consulting him, but he could find no fault with her actions. Only a moment ago he had lamented his co

“You trust this man?”

“I’ve never seen him, but I trust my lawyer, and he says we may depend on him.”

“And what are his instructions?”

“The same as you have given the others.” She licked her lips slowly, as though paused in thought. “To secure agents in Lisbon, Oporto, and Madrid -men who will do our bidding to the letter, though in this case it will only be my bidding. These agents are to await my instructions and then purchase as directed at a particular time and place.” She studied Miguel’s face, attempting to register his mood. “You ca

He could not object. And yet, somehow, he did. “Of course not. I am only surprised. We had discussed that these plans were to be mine.”

Geertruid placed a hand on top of his. “Don’t feel unma

He nodded. “You were right to do it.” He continued to nod. “Yes, this is all very good.” Perhaps he had reacted too strongly. What did it matter whence the agent came? Geertruid, for all her faults, was no fool. Miguel sighed, tasting the cheap tobacco in the air and savoring it as though it were perfume. A thought suddenly flashed before him, and he stood up very straight. “Do you realize what has happened to us this moment?”