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The Duke’s Court
After the meal they walked to the Duke’s Court, which was always held in the Great Hall of the central keep. There seemed to be a lot more guards about than Ala had seen before. The Guard Captain obviously wasn’t taking any chances. She nodded a greeting to Brugor, he was among the guards arrayed inside the hall. He stood near the dais, near enough to the Duke to be able to intercede if anything unexpected happened. The big man gave an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgement.
Abe was there already, chained up and looking despondent as he sat on a wooden bench with some other unfortunates, waiting. There was a gaggle of peasants on the right, and a few richer looking men at the front of the group. Ala surmised that It was probably a representative turnout for a day at the Lord’s Court. Just normal people that sought to bring their case before the Duke.
The procedure for a Lord’s court was a recipe for exasperation. People were noted down in order of arrival. The Lord heard cases, one by one, taking however much time he thought was necessary. At noon, court was over. If your case hadn’t been heard yet, you just had to come back next time, which was on Third, unless the Lord had a different engagement and cancelled that day’s court. Sometimes, the Duke would also designate someone else to hold court in his stead, Myrthe had explained, but the current Duke only did so rarely if he was in residence at Peyrepertuse.
Also, the Lord could decide a different matter had priority, moving everyone else back a space on the list. That was a right that the Duke chose to exercise today. He was seated in a high-backed chair behind an enormous table, in the middle of the long side on the raised platform at the head of the Hall. It was the same table and chair he sat at for banquets. To his left and right were a number of officials, including the Court Wizard, as well as a plains dwarf which was a species Ala had only ever seen at a distance before and two other men, one fat one wearing a robe and a priest’s medallion and Caerel. That startled her initially, but made sense after she considered it for a moment… The young man was the Duke’s heir. Familiarity with proceedings like these was vital. In fact he might already have to had to preside over the court numerous times if the Duke had been unavailable. There were also several scribes sitting at small writing tables to the side. There was a lot of talking in the hall until the Duke hit the table with his judge’s hammer. Then he addressed the dwarf.
“Master Gorek, a change of order. First we will hear the case brought by Lady Alagariel,” said the Duke.
The Dwarf nodded, “as you wish, your grace,” he said in a gruff voice and rearranged his papers.
There was discontented murmuring in the public area. Some of the people may well have been waiting for weeks to have their case heard for all Ala knew.
The dwarf spoke, “Lady Alagariel, please come forward and state your full name and the nature of your case for our records.”
Ala strode forward dropping her hood, which caused even more murmuring.
“Your grace, I am Alagariel, my home has been Thetwick. Until recently I was referred to as Alagariel Half-Elven due to confusion about my heritage. I am not a half-elf, but a fire elf. I come before you with a question about the estate of Bernard Alanson, the late Captain of the Westmarch Militia and a retired sergeant-major of the ducal regiment,” said Ala.
“I have been informed to some extent about the matter, Lady Alagariel,” said the Duke, “But please, for the court’s record, recount the whole tale.”
Ala told the whole story, from Bernard’s death, the events at the Town Council, the attempts on her life, the encounters with Abe and later Magnus, and the contract put out on her. The Duke listened dutifully until she was finished.
“Have you witnesses or evidence to support your tale, Lady Alagariel?”
It was the traditional question that came next.
“I do, your Grace. Lady Myrthe of Easthall, Priestess of Guanshiyin was present for many of these events. Matt, formerly of the Thieves’ Guild can tell of the contract placed on me. Abe, in chains over there knows the truth, though he may not speak easily. I have my copy of Captain Bernard’s will and perhaps the signature on it can be compared to his signature on your grace’s warrant assigning him the Captaincy of Westmarch. The forged will is still in Thetwick I am afraid, your Grace. I would also respectfully request leniency for Matt, if I may take this opportunity to do so, on the basis of his willingness to cooperate and expose the Thieves’ Guild.”
“I see. We will hear your witnesses now. The request for leniency has been noted and will be discussed separately.”
Myrthe and Matt told their tales as well. The Ducal warrant was produced from the archives, someone had seemingly already made sure it had been retrieved and each of the men at the table and the head scribe compared the two documents. They all individually noted down their opinion, and the anonymous vote was tallied by the Duke. Abe was brought forward. He was belligerent, but in awe of the Duke at the same time. The Duke questioned him himself. It did not take the old man long to wear him down. He implicated Magnus again, though Matt had already done that convincingly but he also confirmed Travis the Constable of Thetwick’s role. His description of what had happened with Bernard’s will at the council in Thetwick wasn’t of particular use, which was probably because he hadn’t really understood the proceeding.
“The signatures are unanimously agreed to match. I am convinced of the validity of this will that has been brought before my court by Lady Alagariel. Even without that, I find the validity of the other evidence overwhelming. I find the case brought by Lady Alagariel to be sufficiently proven. I judge this will to be the only one and only Last Will and Testament of Bernard Alanson of Thetwick, Captain of the Westmarch Militia and Lady Alagariel of Thetwick to be his only rightful heir. The litany of crimes against Taladaria brought to light by these testimonies leads to the following judgement. The Constable of Thetwick is hereby removed from office and sentenced to death by hanging as is his son Magnus of Thetwick. Abraham Toddson of Thetwick is sentenced to death by hanging.”
The Duke glanced over at Master Gorlek to be certain he had noted everything down.
“As for practical matters, the following actions will be undertaken. One of my officers shall compare the will in Lady Alagariel’s possession to the alleged forgery in Thetwick, for the sake of completeness. That is assuming it doesn’t disappear by the time we get there. That aside, even without the forgery, the evidence and testimony presented to me is more than sufficient. These decrees, except Abraham Toddson’s sentence, will be carried out by a party that will travel to Thetwick with all possible haster. It will be led by my grandson, Lord Caerel, who will be accompanied by Lady Alagariel, if she will consent to go. Abraham Toddson will be hanged in Duilhac tonight.”
Ala couldn’t help but feel a certain satisfaction. Coming here hadn’t been for nothing. The Duke continued his speech.
“Next we will deal with the plea for leniency in the case of Matt, formerly of the Duilhac Thieves. Step forward for questioning. Now is the time to come clean, Matt of Duilhac.”
“Yes, your grace,” he said meekly.
Matt had to relate countless crimes he had committed or participated in. At the same time, he had lots of details about the guild, people involved to a lesser or greater extent. He didn’t know who the guild master was, but he could indicate a number of trusted lieutenants. The Duke was obviously conflicted about how to deal with him. As he was about to get around to sentencing, Myrthe stepped forward.
“Your Grace, may I make a suggestion for sentencing?”
“Yes, I suppose so, Lady Myrthe.”
“While Matt’s crimes are many, he has not murdered anyone and abhors violence. He has also bettered his ways by coming forward and exposing his former associates. His knowledge and aptitude could continue to be valuable to your grace as a special addition to your Regiment. Perhaps he could be assigned a term of service, at the end of which his contribution could be evaluated. If he serves you well enough, he could be freed, and if not, he can still be held accountable for his crimes. I think Matt himself would relish the opportunity to redeem himself in such a manner.”
She had formulated it slightly more positively than Matt felt about it, Ala was sure, but it was pretty much the boy’s only chance. Ala had also been shocked at just how much stealing, racketeering and whatnot he had done. From his tale it was also clear that he had gone to great lengths to avoid violence, however. Considering his performance in the Tea House, Ala easily believed that he was no fighter.
“Matt of Duilhac, what say you?”
“Your Grace, it would be my great honour to serve you and Taladaria as best I could, for however long you require me too. I have many amends to make.”
“I am conflicted on this young Matt. It is the quality of those speaking on your behalf that stays my hand, in any other case it would be a trip to the gallows. As it is I sentence you to death…”
Ala’s heart sank… should she have let him escape? He shouldn’t be hanged, she was about to stand and say something, when the Duke continued speaking.
“I am, however, suspending your sentence. Do not blemish the honour of those that spoke on your behalf. Ten years service in the Guard, unpaid except for room, board and equipment. Reevaluation at that date. Report to the Captain at once. You will make every effort to root these thieves out of my city, understood?”
“Yes, at once, your grace. Thank you… thank you.”
Ala felt relieved. For a moment, she had really thought the Duke would have Matt executed immediately. She knew many had hanged for a lot less. As she relaxed she realised it was already an hour after noon. The Duke’s Court was adjourned, leaving the grumbling petitioners to try again on Third.
Matt was obviously relieved as they went outside. He stopped for a moment, his eyes focused a thousand yards away. He looked like he was surveying a new world. In a way he was, Ala thought.
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