Once more, Edeard remembered what Ranalee had said. External change is revolution. 'But the gangs are wrong, he insisted. 'The law must prevail.
'Yes indeed. But you of all people should know by now how entrenched they are in the city.
'There must be a way.
'Find a method of gathering a broad spectrum of support, Finitan said. 'From there you can go forward.
'I need the support of the Council.
'Ultimately, yes. But you must start at the other end, down on the street where the gangs are felt every day. Tell me, before you decided to mount your crusade, what was happening out there? I don't mean among the rich and worthless of my class, but people who were directly affected by the gangs and their violence? People who had given up looking to the constables for aid?
'They were forming street associations, Boyd said.
'Yes. Vigilantism, which the Council also frowned upon, not least because such associations circumvented the law.
Edeard tried to understand what Finitan was hinting at. 'We support the street associations?
'No. The station captains don't approve, for the simple reason that street associations undercut their authority, and that of the courts.
'Then what? he asked, confused.
'You can't support them, but there's nothing to stop you sharing a drink in the tavern after duty, now is there?
'Ah, Macsen said. 'And we might just discuss who is going round traders to extort money and what they look like and where they live.
'Indeed you might.
'And those private citizens are within their right to call for assistance when the gangs do come calling, Kanseen said.
'If they knew for sure that a constable squad would come, they would be more inclined to cooperate, Finitan agreed.
'And if cooperation at that level were subsequently seen to work, Edeard mused.
'It would be supported, Finitan concluded. 'A support among people who are not easily bought off by political horse trading. Pressure would grow on the District Representatives to continue and expand the campaign.
'But we're still back to the original problem, Edeard said. 'Arresting them and hauling them into court. Each case takes weeks and costs a fortune. Not to mention tying us up as we sit around for days waiting to be called as a witness. If we remove one of them, Ivarl will send ten to replace him. I need to push the whole lot of them out of Jeavons.
Finitan eyed the genistar egg sitting on his desk. 'What you need is a legal option. Have you consulted a lawyer?
'This is the joy of a constitution that has reigned supreme for an unbroken two thousand years, Master Solarin said contentedly. He was sitting behind his desk, which was piled with folders that strove to mimic the towers of Eyrie. Edeard had trouble seeing him they were so high. 'You can find a law to cover every eventuality. Politicians love to pass laws. It shows the people they are working hard on their behalf. He coughed, and reached for a lozenge in the little brown paper bag under a skewed tower of green and blue folders.
'Then it can be done? Dinlay asked eagerly.
Edeard had brought Dinlay with him, while Macsen and Kanseen went to meet Setersis. Not that he didn't trust Dinlay with anything, it was just that Macsen would be better suited to deal with the chief of the Silvarum stallholders association. Boyd, of course, was with Isoix, discussing their notion with the Jeavons chamber of trade.
'Such impatience, Master Solarin muttered disapprovingly. One of his ge-monkeys brought a thick leather-bound tome over to his desk, and placed it gently on the huge square of blotting paper in front of the ancient lawyer.
When he'd been shown in by a legal apprentice, Edeard had thought the whole office had been built from books. Each of the five walls were covered from floor to ceiling in shelving, holding thousands of volumes of law. There might have been a window, but it had long since been blocked over. The ceiling had three blunt stalactites that shone orange, giving the books a dingy brown hue.
Master Solarin opened the book. He licked the tip of his forefinger, and began to turn the pages. Edeard wanted to volunteer to help. It was all so painfully slow. He deliberately didn't turn to look at Dinlay.
'Ah ha, Master Solarin said happily. 'I thought I remembered this one.
'Sir? Edeard asked.
'I believe I may have found what it is you are looking for.
Edeard leaned forward. The page the book was open at had greyed over the decades, but the ink was still firm and black.
'Here we jolly well go, Master Solarin said. His shaky hand traced a line of the print, his mouth working silently.
'What does it say? Dinlay pleaded.
Edeard shot him a warning glance.
'It says, Constable Dinlay, that nine hundred and thirty two years ago, the Grand Council passed the by-law of district exclusions. This is an edict which allows the District Master or District Representative to declare the right of admittance revoked for any person deemed detrimental to the sanctity of the locale. Issuance of such warrant may be duly authorized by the District Master or District Representative on their own authority, without supervision by a judge or magistrate. He looked up from the book. 'I believe it was proposed in Council by the District Master of Cobara so that he might prevent an over-amorous suitor from wooing his only daughter. If you remember your history, Constable Dinlay, the two young lovers in question were Henaly and Gistella.
'Really? Dinlay said with a happy smile. He turned to Edeard. 'They eloped on the Oxmaine, and founded Love's Haven, and planted the vineyards there. That province still produces some of the best wines on Querencia.
'Wonderful, Edeard said, resisting the impulse to use his third hand to give Dinlay a good smack. 'So we can use this law to ban gang members from coming in to Jeavons and Silvarum, without having to legally prove they're gang members?
'Any person for any reason, provided their name is on the warrant and signed by the District Master or Dist—
'Yes! The District Representative. How do I get them to sign?
'Oh Dear Lady, were my lectures completely in vain?
'You petition them, Dinlay said proudly.
'Indeed, constable Dinlay. I am glad not all of my words fell on deaf ears. As a resident of Makkathran you have under most ancient law the right to make a petition of enactment. Such that a District Master, or- Master Solarin paused for emphasis, 'a District Representative, can require the constable station commander of their district to enforce whatever law the supplicant believes has been violated. Now, as the assistance of the citizenry is implicitly required, as stipulated in the articles of formalization of the constabulary six hundred and twenty-two years ago, this elder right of petition has subsequently fallen into disuse. However, it has never been retired.
'You mean we can use this loophole to get the District Master to sign the warrants? Edeard asked.
The skin of Master Solarin's ancient face produced even more creases as he frowned in disapproval. 'You will never become a lawyer, Constable Edeard, for which blessing my Guild will doubtless be most relieved. There is no such thing as a loophole. Lawyers merely advise our clients on how to apply laws and the precedents they establish.