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Chapter Thirty

Lord Warden Trisus office was on the third floor of his familys somewhat antiquated keep. Kaeritha had been surprised when she discovered that, since his father had built a much more palatial suite of offices into Thalars relatively new Town Hall. Once she saw it, however, her initial surprise faded as quickly as it had come. The choice was part and parcel of the mans entire character, she realized. Its narrow windowsthe glass which had been added later couldnt disguise the fact that theyd been designed as archery slits, as much as a way to admit light, when they were builtlooked down on the city of Thalar, below, letting him survey his domain whenever he chose. Besides, one look at the office itself, with its spartan, whitewashed walls decorated without softening with shields and weapons, made it clear no other place else could possibly have been as comfortable for Trisu, however much more spacious it might have been.

The armsman whod ushered her into Trisus presence, withdrew at his lords gesture, and the office door closed quietly behind him. Sunlight spilled in through the diamond-pane windows behind Trisus desk, and for all its trophy-girt walls, the square, high-ceilinged room did have a certain airy warmth.

Good morning, Dame Kaeritha. I trust you slept well? That your chambers were comfortable?

Yes, thank you, Milord. I did, and they were. She smiled. And thank you for seeing me so promptly this morning.

You are, of course, welcome, although no thanks are necessary. Duty to my liege lordand to the War God, as wellrequires no less. He leaned back in his high-backed chair and folded his hands atop one another on the desk before him. At the same time, he continued, I fear Baron Tellians instructions, while clear, were less than complete. In what way may I assist you?

The Baron was less than specific, Kaeritha conceded. Unfortunately, when he wrote those letters, before I set out, neither he nor I were certain what I would discover or what sorts of problems I might find myself dealing with.

He raised an eyebrow, and she shrugged.

Champions of Tomanak often find themselves in that sort of situation, Milord. We get used to dealing with challenges on the fly, as it were. Baron Tellian knew that would be the case here.

I see. Trisu pursed his lips as he considered that. Then it was his turn to shrug. I see, he repeated. But may I assume that since youve sought me out and presented the Barons letters, you now know what problem you face?

I believe Ive discovered the nature of the problem, at least, Milord. Kaeritha hoped her tone sounded more courteous than cautious, but she was aware that his obvious prejudices had awakened a matching antipathy in her and she was watching her tongue carefully. It involves your ongoing dispute with Kalatha.

Which dispute, Milady? Trisu inquired with a thin smile. His response was just a bit quicker than Kaeritha had expected, and her eyes narrowed. Several matters stand in contention between the war maids and me, he continued. The words war maids came out sourly, but Kaeritha would have expected that. What she didnt care for was something else in his tonesomething which seemed to suggest he anticipated less than complete impartiality out of her.

If youll forgive my saying so, Milord, she said after a moment, all of your disputes with Kalatha she carefully refrained from using the apparently incendiary words war maids herself are the same at the heart.

I beg to differ, Dame Kaeritha, Trisu replied, his jaw jutting. I am well aware that MayorYalith chooses to ascribe all of the differences between us to my own deep-seated prejudices. That, however, is not the case.

Kaerithas expression must have revealed her own skepticism, because he gave a short, barking laugh.

Dont mistake me, Milady Champion, he said. I dont like war maids. I wouldnt say that I dislike them as much as, say, my cousin Triahm, but thats not saying a great deal. I think their very existence is an affront to the way the gods intended us to live, and the notion that womenmost women at any rate he amended as Kaerithas eyes flashed, although his tone remained unapologetic can be the equal of men as warriors is ridiculous. Obviously, as you yourself demonstrate, there are exceptions, but as a general rule, the idea is ludicrous.

Kaeritha made herself sit firmly on her temper. It wasnt easy. But at least the young man sitting across the desk from her had the courageor arroganceto say exactly what he thought. And, she admitted after a moment, the honesty to bring his own feelings openly to the table rather than attempt to deny them or dress them up in fine linen. In fact, and although she found herself hesitant to rush to assign virtues to him, that honesty seemed to be an integral part of his personality.

Which undoubtedly makes him even more difficult to live with, she thought wryly. But it also makes me wonder how he can be maintaining his position so strongly now, when he must know inside that hes in the wrong. Unless his prejudices against war maids are strong enough to overcome that innate honesty of his?

I dont much care for general rules, Milord, she said when she was certain she could keep her own tone level. Ive found that, for most people, general rules are all too often little more than an excuse for ignoring realities they dont care to face.

She held his eyes across the desktop, and neither gaze flinched.

Im not surprised you should feel that way, he said. And I imagine that if our positions were reversed, I might feel much as you do. But they arent reversed, and I dont. The words werentquiteas challenging as they might have been, Kaeritha noted. Because I dont, I choose to say so openly. Not simply because I believe Im rightalthough, obviously, I dobut so that there should be no misunderstanding on your part or mine.

Its always best to avoid misunderstandings, she agreed in a dust-dry voice.

Ive always thought so, he said with a nod. And having said that, I repeat that my difficulties with Kalatha have very little to do with my opinion of war maids in general. The fact of the matter is that Kalatha is clearly in violation of its own charter and my boundaries and that Mayor Yalith and her town council refuse to admit it.

Kaeritha sat back in her chair, surprised despite herself by his blunt assertion. Hed taken the same position in his correspondence with Tellians magistrates, but Kaeritha had read the relevant portions of Kalathas original charter and Lord Kellos grant in Yaliths library before riding to Thalar. The mayor and Lanitha had pointed out the specific language governing the points in dispute, and Kaeritha had been grateful for the archivists guidance. Her own command of the written Sothoii language was far inferior to Brandarks, and the archaic usages and cramped, faded penmanship of the long-dead scribe whod written out Gartha and Kellos original proclamations hadnt helped. But shed been able to puzzle her way through the phraseology of the relevant sections eventually, and it was obvious that Yaliths interpretation was far more accurate than Trisus assertions.

With all due respect, Milord, she said now, Ive read King Garthas original proclamation, and the terms of Lord Kellos grant to the war maids. While I realize many of the subsequent points in dispute between you and Kalatha have arisen out of later customary usages and practices, I think the original language is quite clear. On the matters of water rights, road tolls, and the location of your fathers grist mill on land which belongs to Kalatha, it would appear to me that the war maids are correct.

No, they arent, Trisu said flatly. As any fair reading of the documents in question amply demonstrates.

Are you suggesting that a champion of Tomanak would not read evidentiary documents fairly? Kaeritha was aware that her own voice was both colder and harder than it had been, but she couldnt help it. Not in the faceof his bald denial of the documents shed read with her own eyes.

Im suggesting that the documents clearly say the opposite of what Mayor Yalith claims they say, Trisu replied, refusing to back down. Which, Kaeritha, admitted to herself, required a certain moral courage on his part. Whatever reservations he might cherish about women warriors, hed had ample proof when she healed three of his sick and injured retainers that she most certainly was a champion of Tomanak. And only a man absolutely certain of his own groundor a foolwould so flatly challenge a direct, personal servant of the God of Justice.

Milord, she said after a pause, while I would normally hesitate to contradict you, in this instance I fear you are incorrect. His mouth tightened and his eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, and she continued. Once I reached Kalatha and realized where the dispute lay, I took particular care to examine the originals of the relevant documents. Admittedly, my command of your language is less than perfect, but as a champion of Tomanak, Ive been well trained in jurisprudence. It took me quite some time to feel confident Id read the documents correctly, but I must tell you that, in my opinion, Mayor Yalith is correct and you arent.

A silence hovered between them. It was very quiet in the sun-filled, whitewashed room, but Kaeritha sensed the fury blazing incandescently within her host. Yet for all his prejudices, he was a disciplined man, and he kept that fiery temper securely leashed. For the most part.

Milady Champion, he said at length, and despite his control, there was a bite in the way he pronounced champion which Kaeritha didnt care for at all, I make all due allowance for the fact that our language is not your native tongue. As you yourself just pointed out. However, I, too, have copies of the original charter and grantmade at the same time, by the same scribe, as the documents you examined at Kalathain my library. I am quite prepared, if you so desire, to allow you to examine them, as well. I am also prepared to allow you to discussfreely, and in privatemy interpretation of them with my senior magistrate. Who is also my librarian and, I might point out, served my father before me, and whose interpretation is identical to my own. As I say, any fair reading not prejudiced by differences of opinion as to proper ways of life, let us say, must come to the same conclusion.

Kaerithas jaw clenched, and she was forced to throw a leash on to her own temper at the pointed emphasis of his final sentence. Yet even through her anger, she felt a fresh sense of puzzlement. As shed told him, she was at least as thoroughly trained in matters of law as most royal and imperial judges in the King Emperors service. To be sure, she was more familiar with Axeman law than that of other countries, but the Code of Kormak was the basic foundation of all Norfressan law, not just the Empires. And there was no way in the world that anyone could possibly stretch and strain the language of the documents in question to support Trisus unvarnished contention. Yet shed already come to the conclusion that he was an intelligent man, despite his prejudices. He must know the language wouldnt support his position so why was he offeringindeed, almost demandingthat she examine them?

She made herself sit very still and draw a deep, tension-cleansing breath. Trisus anger was resonating with her own, threatening to undermine the impartiality any champion of Tomanak must maintain when called upon to consider matters of justice. She knew that, and so she knew she must proceed carefully and cautiously. Besides, she reminded herself as she felt the white-hot heat of her own initial anger cool ever so slightly, he had a point. Shed examined Kalathas documents; she had a moral obligation to examine his, as well, and to listen to his magistrates construction of the language involved. The chance that shed misunderstood or misinterpreted the originals was minuscule, but it did exist, and it was her responsibility to be absolutely positive she had not.

Milord, she said finally, keeping her voice very level, youve assured me that your own opinionsor prejudicesare not the basis for your disagreements with Kalatha and the war maids. I, in turn, assure you, that any differences of opinion I may hold have not been and will not be permitted to influence my reading of the law or of the evidentiary documents. I will examine them again, if you so desire. And I will discuss them with your magistrate. In the end, however, my interpretation of them will be based upon my reading of them, not yours. And if I come to the conclusion that they support my original belief that Mayor Yaliths reading of them is correct, then I will so rule as champion of Tomanak.

Trisus gray eyes glittered. There was anger in them, but not nearly so much as shed expected. Indeed, that hard light seemed born of confidence, not temper. Which only increased her sense of confusion.

If she ruled formally in this case as Tomanaks champion, her decision was final. That was one reason champions so seldom made formal rulings. Most of them, like Kaeritha herself, preferred simply to investigate and then to make recommendations to the appropriate local authorities. It prevented bruised feelings, and it allowed for local compromises, which any champion knew were often a truer path to justice than cold, unparsed legalism. Yet Trisu seemed unfazed by the possibility of an adverse decision which would absolutely and permanently foreclose any revisiting of the dispute. Indeed, he seemed to welcome the possibility of a ruling from her, and she wondered if he had deliberately set out to goad her into exactly this course of action.

The ruling of Scale Balancers champion must, of course, be final, he said at length. And, to be honest, Milady Champion, even if you should rule against me, simply having the entire matter laid to rest once and for all will be a relief of sorts. Not that I believe you will.

Well see, Milord, Kaeritha said. Well see.

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