'Yes, Edeard agreed promptly.
'Good man. You've been quite an inspiration to people lately. It's about time someone brought the gangs to heel. Things simply cannot go on as they are.
Edeard was mildly surprised. He'd assumed the captain wouldn't really approve of him; he'd met so many arrogant useless family sons that these days he simply classed them all together as beneath contempt. But for all his airs, at least La rose seemed to have some awareness of what was going on in the world.
The wooden stables in the middle of Tycho's wide meadow land were bustling with activity. At one end, the regiment themselves were mounting up and forming ranks. Two hundred officers and soldiers on horseback, dressed in their full uniforms and regalia. Edeard had to admit it was a rousing sight. The purple and green insignia of the regiment was prominent, never more so that on the elaborately feathered headgear of the Colonel who sat astride his midnight-black terrestrial horse with two groomed ge-wolves keeping flank.
Down at the other end of the stables, Edeard's farsight observed the mess staff and ge-monkeys getting ready in an altogether less structured manner. Nearly forty wagons were loaded with supplies, with the final bales and boxes being hurriedly piled on board under the cursing of the quartermaster and his aides. Two smaller covered wagons contained arms and munitions, each guarded by five soldiers and their own pack of ge-wolves. A small flock of livestock were being herded by ge-dogs, while chickens and geese squawked from inside their cages. It looked like a much more difficult operation than getting the soldiers ready.
Mayor Owain was standing on a wooden platform at the end of the stables, surrounded by a gaggle of advisers and three other Masters. He wore his maroon and sapphire robes with a startlingly-white fur trim; the hood loose over his shoulder. As always, Owain's mind was perfectly shielded, while his facial expression radiated interest in the vista before him.
'Not long, Larose muttered to Edeard as they waited at the foot of the stairs of the platform.
The regimental bugler sounded formation, and the horses quickly arranged themselves in front of the Mayor's platform. Ten ge-eagles settled on the stable roofs. The colonel saluted from his saddle.
'I wish you good fortune on your endeavour, Mayor Owain said to the assembled regiment. 'I am confident you will restore order to Talence province. Whilst bandits may find it easy to elude local farmers and sheriffs, they will soon discover it is altogether different to run and hide from a stalwart man of the regiment riding after them. It is with pride that I see you leave today, knowing that our city is the symbol of hope that all on
Querencia turn to in their moment of deepest need. I know that above all, the militia can be relied on to complete their task with honour.
The colonel led his troops in a hearty three cheers for the Mayor, who applauded them back. Then the bugler sounded slow advance, and the regiment began its ride to the City Gate, and its undertaking beyond. Their ge-eagles took flight, soaring out towards the crystal wall.
Owain stood on the platform, his face perfectly composed until the last man rode past. It was only when the first of the wagons began to roll out that he turned and made his way down the steps.
'Your honour, Edeard said courteously as the Mayor reached the ground.
'Waterwalker, thank you for coming. I hope it's not too inconvenient.
'No sir.
Owain actually smiled. 'Ah, polite as well as effective. How long before you're our Chief Constable, eh?
'I don't think Walsfol has anything to worry about, your honour.
'We shall see. Walk with me, please. He waved a hand at the gaggle of advisers, who fell back discreetly; Captain Larose and the soldiers took up position just behind them. Owain chose a narrow track which led back towards the Outer Circle Canal around Majate. The meadowland on either side was just about deserted.
'I regret that we seem to have started off on the wrong foot, young Waterwalker. I blame myself, you are Finitan's protege, after all.
'He supports banishment, your honour.
'Yes. So do I.
'I didn't know that, your honour.
'Still polite even in the face of provocation. You are too kind, Waterwalker. You see me as someone who has opposed your clever exclusion warrants, and who of course will fight Finitan and his proposal.
'It does seem that way your honour, yes.
'I'm sure it does. That is because you are young, and — your pardon — can as yet only visualize short term benefits. Do you really think, do you believe in your own heart, that I do not want this city rid of crime?
'No.
'Precisely. Well I thank you for that courtesy. I actually rather like the idea of the exclusion warrants. You are to be congratulated on implementing them, and against such strong political opposition.
'Given what I understand of this city's politics, a policy which you opposed would always gain support from other quarters.
Owain grinned smoothly. 'Which brings us to today. What did you think of the regiment?
Edeard glanced back towards the stables. The last of the wagons had now left the wooden buildings. Animals bleated as they were herded along behind. 'I think the bandits will be in a lot of trouble. The Jeavons station's ge-eagle was spiralling lazily above City Gate, showing Edeard five new wagons belonging to the Weapons Guild. They were parked to one side of the road, waiting. He knew they would follow the regiment all the way to Talence province, where they would sell pistols to the frightened farmers and villagers, profiting Owain's Guild still further just as Jessile said. It wasn't a crime, he acknowledged, but that didn't make it right, either.
'Yes, Owain said. 'But why are they there in the first place?
'They are everywhere.
'Indeed they are. The bandits and the gangs are symptomatic of our society's failings, Waterwalker. That is what I am truly opposed to.
'I'm not sure I understand, your honour.
'If you banish the gang leadership from the city, where will they go?
'Beyond the borders of the furthest province, or some distant island, that's what I had in mind.
'Of course. It would seem humane, I'd expect nothing less from a man of principle like you. We're all guilty of listening to the city's tittle tattle about you, Waterwalker; but not once have I heard it said you lack integrity, and for that I thank the Lady. But have you considered what will occur a year, or even ten, after they begin their banishment? The resentment? The lure of returning? If they didn't come back here they would surely join with the bandits.
'So what is your proposal? I assume that's what we are discussing.
'We are. My proposal, as you put it, is that we do not treat the gangs and the bandits in isolation. We all live on one world. We must become one nation. Our problems must be dealt with in unison. The militia regiments out in the countryside, the constables here in the city. When we have rounded up all of the miscreants, then we can exile them in perpetuity. I like your idea of a remote island — that would certainly make them containable.
'So what's the difference between you and Finitan?
'Finitan thinks only of the city, of short term solutions. Don't tell me you haven't worried about what happens to people after banishment.
'I've considered it, your honour, Edeard admitted. 'We seem to be making things worse on the Iguru, what with all the highwaymen; that's why I wanted banishment.
'But do you see we can't treat these problems in isolation?
'I understand both problems have to be confronted, yes.
'I am happy to hear that. Unfortunately, the easy one is tin-city. You have shown us how it can be achieved, Waterwalker. Nobody doubts you will ultimately succeed, not even poor old Buate.
'I'd settle for Bise capitulating.