Part 10 (1/2)
Lando looked surprised. ”Yes. I thought I had explained that part. I want you to come with me while I go wife hunting.”
”And do what?” Luke asked. 'Convince them that the true stories aren't true'? I can't go around bending the facts just to suit you, Lando.
'No, of course not,” Lando said. ”But I've changed, Luke. I'm not going to say I'm a whole new person or any nonsense like that. I couldn't get you to believe it anyway.
But I'm not the way I was in the old days. I'm more solid, more steady. Could the old me have gotten this place built?” he asked.
Yes, Luke thought. Built it and then lose it all on one hand of sabacc. But fortunately for Luke, his sense of tact was not called upon to battle with his need to tell the truth. Lando was talking on, without waiting for an answer.
”I'm not going to deny my past,” Lando said. ”There's no point in even trying. Anyway who wanted to find out about me could do so very easily. I have nothing to hide.”
He caught the look in Luke's eye and shrugged. ”Well, nothing much. Besides, most of the women I want to get a look at know who I am already. Some women even like my reputation. They think it's exciting, or romantic or something. Besides, look at where I started, and look at where I am and all the places I've been on the way. I'm proud of what I've done.” Lando looked at Luke again and put his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender before Luke even had a chance to object. ”All right, I'm not proud of all of it, maybe, but at least some.”
”And you ought to be proud,” Luke said, trying to be rea.s.suring.
”You've done great things. The New Republic might not even be here today if not for you.
”Thanks,” Lando said. ”I appreciate that, especially coming from you.”
”Is that what you want me for?” Luke asked. ”To go and say that to all your prospective brides?”
”Nooco, not exactly,” Lando said. ”I just want you to be there with me. I figure if I show up with you, that's going to make me more respectable even if you never say a word. They'll know my intentions are honorable if I show up with a Jedi escort. There won't be any hanky-panky while you're around.” Luke fought hard to repress a smile. ”Wait a second,' he said. ”Just let me understand this. You want me to be your chaperon?”
Lando rewarded Luke with one of his most dazzling smiles. ”Exactly.
Couldn't have put it better myself. With you around, I'll be respectable. They'll know I'm sincere.”
”Are you sincere?” Luke asked.
lando looked surprised again. ”About money? Never anything but.”
”No,” Luke said. ”About marrying. What about the woman in question?”
Lando looked puzzled. ”How do you mean, what about her?”
”Well, you can't just walk up to a woman and say, 'h.e.l.lo, I heard about your large bank account, let's get married.” Why should she want to marry you? And what about love, and romance, and commitment, and children and so on? She'll want to know where you stand on all that sort of thing.”
laando seemed a bit taken aback. Perhaps it had never entered his head that there was a woman alive who wouldn't want to marry him. ”You've got some good points there,” he said, in the tone of voice of a man tripped up by an unexpected question. ”I must admit that I haven't thought them all through. But don't you forget that marriages are more than just love and flowers. They're business relations.h.i.+ps, even political relations.h.i.+ps.
”Besides, even if you leave romance out of it, I really am not at all a bad catch.” He made a wide sweeping gesture with one hand. ”I have this place-not just the house, but Dometown-providing me with a nice little income. I won't need my wife's money to live on. I'd just use it to invest. I could take money that's just lying around and make it work, make it grow. I have a lot of experience in managing large projects and dealing with people, I have a pretty fair war record, and let's face it, I do have some connections with the powers-that-be on Coruscant.”
”And bringing me along would remind them of all that,” Luke said.
”Absolutely,” Lando said, completely unabashed.
”You'd make a great sales tool even if you never said a single word.”
”I see. Well, who's on your list?” Luke asked, no longer even trying to repress a smile.
”Quite a number of people,” Lando said, his voice earnest and thoughtful, like a salesman who wanted to be sure you knew just how impressive his stock was. ”I've been working the data banks hard, of cour'se, doing all sorts of searches. But not everything gets into the computers. In fact, most things don't. So I've been working the rumor mills, reading off-planet news, talking to s.h.i.+p captains, that sort of thing.”
”All the things you do when you're looking for a business opportunity,” Luke said.
But Lando missed the joke. ”Exactly,” he said. ”I've been doing it all. And I've come up with about two hundred and fifty candidates.”
”Two hundred and fifty!” Luke half shouted.
”That's right,', Lando said. He pulled a portable data reader out of the pocket of his blouse. ”I've got em all right here.”
”Lando, I can't go around with you to visit two hundred and fifty women!” Even as he said the words Luke knew he was trapped. Lando, galaxy-cla.s.s salesman and con man, had pulled him in. Luke had just let Lando know there was some lower number of women that Luke was willing to go and see. Luke hadn't really wanted to agree, but it was already too late. Now it was merely a question of haggling over the price, the number of women Luke would be willing to visit.
”Oh, I don't expect that much of you,” Lando went on in the same earnest, slightly anxious tone. ”For that matter, I certainly don't plan to visit anywhere near that many myself. I've ranked the list, and I sincerely hope I don't have to go past the five or ten most desirable candidates.”
”Five or ten most desirable, eh?”
”That's right. Of course, when I find what I'm after, I'll stop looking. Maybe we'll-I'll-get lucky at the first stop.”
Luke reached for his drink. ”So who's that first stop?”
he asked, making ready to take a sip. ”Who's your numberone prospect?”
”A young lady by the name of Tendra Risant. Ever heard of her?”
”No,” Luke said. ”Any particular reason that I should have?”
”Not really. She's a minor functionary on Sacorria, one of the Outlier worlds in the Corellian Sector. She's not the richest on my list, but she's wealthy enough, and her family is the real draw. They have strong contacts throughout the Corellian Sector. And those connections could be worth a lot more than cash to the right sort of fellow.”
”To a fellow sort of like you?” Luke asked.
Lando smiled wolfishly. ”A fellow sort of like me,” he agreed.
”Who else?” Luke asked.
”Let's see,” he said, consulting the data reader.
”There's Condren Foreck on Azbrian. She's a little on the young side, but her father's getting on in years.
”What's that got to do with it?” Luke asked.
”Come on, Luke, think it through. If I'm going to marry an heiress for the money, I've got to consider how long it will take me to collect.”
He took a moment to read over the notes on the data reader again.
”Still,” he said thoughtfully, ”her father has quite a stack of the stuff. It'd be worth waiting for, and besides, she gets a pretty fair income off the trust funds in the meantime. Not a bad prospect at all.
Hmmm. I a.s.sume she's healthy enough. It says here she's a famoust athlete on her world. Of course, that could just be Daddy buying her way to the trophies. You never know.”
Luke did not pretend to follow the last portion of what Lando had said. Maybe Lando wanted a wife that would die early and leave him in sole possession of the proceeds.
Or else maybe he wanted a young healthy wife who was likely to outlive her father in the long run and keep the trust funds coming in the meantime.