“Honorable Justicer, I request an appeal.”
“On what grounds, advocate?”
“On the grounds that merely holding a coin box and dropping it is not theft. On the grounds that the accused offender took the coin box from a shelf that was easily accessible and not from the felter. As such, no force was applied, and without force, there is no assault.”
“This time, you failed to make your case, advocate. Your appeal is denied.”
The advocate looked stunned. “You’re … deciding … now?”
“I have, advocate.”
“Appeals must go to higher authority, Honorable Justicer.”
“They did. They went from the justicer to the governor.”
“Such arbitrariness is not usually a feature of law in Telaryn, and those who act arbitrarily must answer to the High Justicer of Telaryn. I will be informing him of the particulars of this case.”
“That is indeed your right, advocate,” replied Quaeryt mildly.
“It might be best … for all involved … were I not required to file such a report. The events detailed in such a report might well be construed as illustrating the lack of judicial procedures in the province of Montagne.”
“That is your decision,” replied Quaeryt, before declaring in a louder voice. “This hearing is now concluded. Return the prisoner to custody.” He stood. “Good day, Advocate Caesyt.”
Quaeryt said nothing more until he left the hearing chamber and he and Pharyl were alone in the chief’s study with the door closed.
“You didn’t have to incarcerate him, you know?” Pharyl smiled.
“You know why I did.”
The chief nodded. “So that we can hide him in the wagon and drive him to the river piers some night when no one’s watching.”
“Any man who will commit a crime for a flogging and branding to escape Hyleor deserves at least a chance to get away.”
“He was one of Hyleor’s guards. He’s not exactly the spirit of righteousness or an advocate for the Nameless.”
“No. That’s one reason why it’s not unjust to brand him. Do you think Jubyl knows something … and that’s why Caesyt didn’t try very hard to defend him?”
“That’s possible,” said Pharyl. “It’s most likely that Hyleor was afraid Shannar knew something and would tell the Civic Patrol, and that it would get to you. With Jubyl and Shannar dead, no one else who knows is likely to say anything. If you’d released Cauflyn, he’d be dead before midnight, if not sooner. I’d say he knows too much as well.”
Who else … Quaeryt shook his head as he remembered where he’d heard the name Bennar Fhandsyn before.
“Sir?”
“You remember when the pimps staged that attack on the flour wagon?”
“I heard of it. I wasn’t there.”
“The one who we captured and held for a while. He said that the attack had been set up by Bennar, who worked for the spicer … The spicer had to be Hyleor.” Why didn’t you connect all that sooner? Because there’s more than one spice factor? Or because you’re trying to do too much?
“So Hyleor was behind that as well.”
“It’s nothing we can prove in a hearing, but that’s two more dead men and a dead pleasure girl.”
Pharyl offered a sour look, then shook his head as well.
Quaeryt wondered if he’d ever know the entire story … and how long he’d have to worry about Hyleor and what the so-called spice factor was really doing.
56
Quaeryt finally returned to the post somewhat after noon and had barely entered the building when the duty squad leader hurried toward him, a dispatch in hand, a dispatch sealed with copious amounts of red wax-signifying urgency.
“Sir, this arrived at ninth glass.”
Quaeryt took the sealed dispatch. “Thank you.”
“There was also one for Commander Skarpa.”
That suggested that Third Regiment would be leaving imminently, but Quaeryt merely nodded, then hurried to his study. He wanted to be alone when he opened the missive.
Once he closed the door he walked to the desk, but did not sit down. Instead, he took out his belt knife and slit the envelope, leaving most of the heavy wax in place as he extracted the two sheets of heavy paper. He began to read.
Governor Quaeryt:
I had thought your position as governor of Montagne would resolve a number of matters. While you have done much of what was necessary …
Much of what was necessary? Quaeryt didn’t like that opening at all, but kept reading.
… the situation has now changed. Our informants report that the bulk of the Bovarian forces in eastern Bovarian are marching toward Ferravyl. The number of small and scattered attacks on our positions near Ferravyl are growing weekly. All available forces will be necessary to repulse the Bovarians.
You are to be congratulated on your accomplishments in returning order to Extela, in repairing and restoring the basic facilities to use, such as the east bridge and the River Aqueduct, as well as building a new Civic Patrol station and securing a new permanent residence for future provincial governors. It has come to my attention, however, that the unrest provoked by your methods in achieving these worthy goals has created a situation where it is best that you leave Extela and assume a position as an advisor to me in Ferravyl. High Holder Cransyr has complained about your handling of the events that caused the death of one of his nephews, and the uncalled-for imprisonment of another. High Holder Wystgahl [the younger] charges that your unseemly interrogation of his father caused his death. The grain factors of Extela have complained that your sale of flour caused them great financial losses, while many in the city insist that after you gained control of the flour supply, you raised prices to enrich the governor’s treasury. Spice Factor Hyleor, the spice factors of Solis, and High Holder Unseeld believe that your failure to pursue those who assaulted Factor Hyleor caused him and the spice and herb trade untoward damages.
The former justicer Tharyn has claimed that you refused his services and then acted as justicer yourself. In doing so, according to an advocate in Extela, you placed such strain on the former high justicer who was advising you that he died after a hearing. A respected chorister has protested that you were also acting as a chorister for the Nameless and using your position as chorister to influence the troops, in particular to grant special treatment to undeserving Pharsi women. It has also been reported that you requested sick leave for the post commander, but retained him on the rolls, and in doing so, created the circumstances that led to his untimely and early death. Lastly, but not insignificantly, Factoria Grelyana feels that you and your wife exerted pressure for her to lower the price on the villa you purchased for the governor’s residence and to insist on retaining certain family heirloom furnishings.
While I have no doubt that there are mitigating factors in many of these cases, perhaps in all, and that it is likely some of these charges, if not the majority, are totally false, I feel it best that you be replaced as governor by Markyl Quintussyn, who has been princeps of Ryntar for the past several years and who is a younger son of High Holder Quintus of Cloisonyt. Because of the urgency of matters in Ferravyl, you are to proceed with Third Regiment immediately to Ferravyl, with the exception of one company, chosen by you, that will escort the Lady Vaelora safely to Solis. Obviously, you can travel together until the road splits at Tresrives …
The remainder of the dispatch continued with details of where and how Quaeryt should report once he reached Ferravyl with Third Regiment.