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Chapter Thirty-One

Here it is, Dame Kaeritha.

Salthan Pickaxe was some sort of distant cousin of Trisu, although he was at least twice Trisus age. That kind of relationship between a lord and his chief magistrate was scarcely unheard of, but Kaeritha had been more than a bit surprised by Salthan. He was much more like Sir Altharn then his liege, with a lively sense of humor hiding behind bright blue-gray eyes and a thick, neatly trimmed beard of white-shot auburn. He was also, shed been amused to note, much more gallant then his cousin. Indeed, he seemed quite taken by the combination of Kaerithas dark black hair and sapphire eyes. Which, to be fair, was such an unusual combination among Sothoii that shed become accustomed to their reaction to her exotic attractiveness.

But Salthan was also at least as intelligent as Trisu, and he seemed just as mystifyingly confident.

Now he took a heavy wooden scroll case from its pigeonhole and eased its contents out into his hand. He was obviously well accustomed to dealing with documents which were no longer in their first youth, but it was unhappily apparent that not all keepers of Lorhams records had been. Kalathas documents were, by and large, in much better shape than Lorhams, and it showed in the care Salthan took as he slowly and gently unrolled the scroll.

Age-fragile parchment crackled, and Kaeritha felt a tingle of that unease any archivist feels when her examination of ancient materials threatens them with destruction. But Salthan got it open without inflicting major additional damage. He laid it out on the library table, then adjusted the oil lamps wick and chimney to provide her with the best possible light.

It was as well he had, Kaeritha thought, leaning forward and squinting at the document before her. It was, as Trisu had said, a duplicate copy of Lord Kellos original grant to the war maids, and it was even more faded and difficult to read than the original. No doubt because of the indifferent care it had received, she thought. Still, she could make out the large numeral 3 in the margin, which indicated that it was the third copy made, and she recognized the crabbed, archaic penmanship of the same scribe whod written out the original.

She ran her eyes down the section which set forth the boundaries of the grant, looking for the language which defined the specific landmarks around the river and the disputed gristmill. It was the least ambiguous and archaic of the entire document, and she might as well start with the parts that were easiest to follow. Besides, the exact boundaries were at the heart of the issue, so

Ah! Here they were. She bent closer, reading carefully, then stiffened.

That cant be right, she thought, and reread the section. The words remained stubbornly unchanged, and she frowned in puzzlement. Then she opened the document pouch shed brought with her and extracted the notes shed written out so meticulously in Kalathas library. She opened them and laid the neatly written pages on the table beside the scroll, comparing the passage shed copied with the document before her on a word-for-word basis. It was absolutely clear and unambiguous.

and the aforesaid boundary shall run from the east side of Stelhams Rock to the corner of Haymars holding, where it shall turn south at the boundary stone and run two thousand yards across the River Renha to the boundary stone of Thaman Bridlemaker, which shall be the marker for the boundary of the Lord of Lorham.

That was the exact language from the original grant at Kalatha. But the language in the document Salthan had just laid before her said

and the aforesaid boundary shall run from the east side of Stelhams Rock to the corner of Haymars holding, where it shall turn south at the boundary stone and run one thousand yards to the north side of the River Renha, the agreed-upon boundary of the Lord of Lorham.

It wasnt a minor ambiguity after all, she thought. It was a flat contradiction. If the document before her was accurate, then Trisu was completely correctthe disputed gristmill on the southern bank of the Renha was on his property and always had been. For that matter, Kalathas claim to undisputed control of the rivers water rights was also nonexistent, since the river would lie entirely within Trisus boundaries, not Kalathas. But how could it be accurate? Surely the original grant must supersede any copy in the event of differences between them, and the one before her could only represent a bizarre mistake.

Yet that was preposterous. True, it was a copy, not the original, yet it was scarcely likely that the same scribe whod written out both documents would have made such a mistake. And it was even less likely that such an error could have been missed in the intense scrutiny all copies of the original grant must have received by those party to it.

Unless one copy was a deliberate forgery, of course .

But how could that be the case? If this was a counterfeit, it was a remarkably good one. Indeed, it was so good she couldnt believe anyone in Lorham could have produced it in the first place. However good Salthan might be as a librarian, turning out such a flawless false copy of a document over two centuries old must be well beyond his capabilities. So if a forgery had been produced, who had produced it, and when?

She carefully hid a grimace at the thought, wondering how in the world anyone would ever be able to answer those questions. But answering them could wait at least until shed determined that they were the only ones which required answers.

She considered her options for a few more seconds, then looked up at Salthan with a painstakingly neutral expression.

Thank you, she said, tapping the scroll very carefully with a fingertip. This is exactly the section of Lord Kellos grant I wanted to see. Now, if you please, Lord Trisu also mentioned that you have a copy of King Garthas proclamation, as well.

Yes, we do, Lady, Salthan replied. In fact, its in rather more readable condition than Kellos grant. Let me get it for you.

If you would, she requested, and leafed through her other notes for the sections of the war maid charter relevant to the other points in dispute between Trisu and his neighbors that shed copied in Kalatha.

Salthan opened the proper case and unrolled a second scroll, just as carefully as hed unrolled the first one. He was right; this document was much more legible than the Kalatha land grant, and Kaeritha bent over it, eyes searching for the sections she needed.

She read through them one by one, comparing the language before her to that she had copied in Kalatha, and despite all of her formidable self-control, her frown grew more and more intense as she worked her way through them. Then she sat back and rubbed the tip of her nose, wondering if she looked as perplexed as she thought she did.

Well, she thought, it just may be that Im beginning to understand yet another reason He sent me to deal with this instead of Bahzell or Vaijon. He does have a way of choosing His tools to fit the problem even when we poor tools dont have a clue why it has to be us. Or exactly where were supposed to go next.

I appreciate your assistance, Sir Salthan, she said after a moment. And I think I may be beginning to understand why your and your lords interpretation of the documents is so fundamentally different from that of Mayor Yalith. There does seem to be a degree of discrepancy now that Ive had a chance to lay my notes side-by-side with your copy. I dont pretend to understand where it came from, but its obvious that until its resolved, it will be impossible for anyone to rule definitively in this case.

I couldnt agree more, Milady, Salthan said soberly. Trisus magistrate was sitting across the table from her now, his blue-gray eyes intent and troubled. Unlike you, I havent had the opportunity to compare the documents to one another, but I know these copies have been here in this library from the day they were first penned. Under the circumstances, I think My Lord and I have no alternative but to believe theyre accurate, and, unlike his late father, Lord Trisu is not the sort of man to tolerate the infringement of his rights or prerogatives. Which is why, after hed asked me to research the language and had seen the relevant passages for himself, he began to press Kalatha over these matters.

No doubt youre right, Kaeritha said. On the other hand, Sir Salthan, I cant quite escape the suspicion that hes a little more irritated over the apparent violation of his rights or prerogatives when the suspected violators are war maids.

Probablyno, certainlyyoure right, Dame Kaeritha. And hes not alone in that regard, either. Weve had other disputes with Kalatha over the years. Indeed, when Lord Trisus Uncle Saethhis fathers younger brother; Lord Triahms fatherwas killed in a hunting accident some ten years ago, there were those who claimed to have evidence that it was no accident at all. That the war maids arranged it because of his outspoken condemnation of their chosen way of life. I personally always found that a bit hard to swallow, but the fact that it could gain such wide credence clearly suggests that Lord Trisu is far from alone in his dislike for them. Yet even if he were, would that truly have any bearing on whether or not our interpretation is correct in the eyes of the law?

No, she said, although she was guiltily aware that part of her wished it did. On the other hand, champions of Tomanak were still mere mortals. They had their prejudices and opinions, just like anyone else. But they also had a unique responsibility to recognize that they did and to set those prejudices aside rather than allow them to influence their decisions or actions.

Are you familiar, Sir Salthan, she continued after a moment, with the sorts of abilities Tomanak bestows upon His champions when he accepts Sword Oath from them?

I beg your pardon? Salthan blinked, clearly surprised by the apparent non sequitur. Then he shrugged.

Im scarcely familiar with them, Milady. I doubt very many people are, really. Ive done some reading, of course. And to be honest, I did a little more research when Lord Trisu told me a champion had come to visit us. Our library, unfortunately, isnt especially well stocked with the references I needed. The best anything I had could do was to tell me that Tomanak is less consistent from champion to champion than many of the other Gods of Light are.

Less consistent, Kaeritha murmured, and smiled. That may be as concisely as Ive ever heard it put, Sir Salthan. There are times when I wish He was more like, oh, Toragan or Torframos. Or Lillinara, for that matter. Their champions all seem to get approximately the same abilities, in greater or lesser measure. But Tomanak prefers to gift each of His champions with individual abilities. For the most part, they seem to mesh with abilities or talents we already had before we heard His call, but sometimes no one has any idea why a particular champion received a specific ability. Until, of course, the day comes when heor sheneeds that ability.

And is this such an occasion, Milady? Salthan asked, his eyes more intent than ever.

Yes and no. Kaeritha shrugged. Ive had the need for almost all of the abilities Hes granted me at one time or another already. But I have to admit that I should have begun to suspect there was a specific reason Hed sent me to deal with this problem. Especially when Lord Trisu reminded me that the controlling language itself is in dispute.

I wish Id had the opportunity to examine the Kalathan originals, Salthan said a bit wistfully. Its been obvious from the beginning that theres a fundamental contradiction between what I was reading here and the language Mayor Yalith and her magistrates have been citing. But without the chance to see the originals for myself, there was no way for me to judge how accurateor, for that matter, honesttheir citations were.

Well, I have had the opportunity to examine them, Kaeritha told him. As she spoke, she stood and crossed to another table, under the library window, where shed placed her sheathed swords when she and Salthan entered. No champion of Tomanak ever left the swordor swordswhich was the emblem of her authority behind when engaged upon official duties. Now she unbuttoned the retaining strap on the sword she normally wore at her left hip and drew the glittering, two-foot blade.

Salthan raised an eyebrow in surprise as she drew steel, and then she smiled, despite the gravity of the moment, as his other eyebrow rose to match it when her sword suddenly began to glow with a blue nimbus bright enough to be clearly visible even in the well-lit library.

As I say, she continued in a deliberately blase tone, I have had the opportunity to examine them. Unfortunately, it didnt occur to me then just how thoroughly I should have examined them.

She sat back down, facing him over the original table once more, and laid the sword flat before her, its glittering blade across both the scrolls Salthan had located for her.

And now, Sir Salthan, she said in a far more formal voice, I have a request to make of you as champion of the Keeper of the Scales.

Of course, Milady, the Sothoii said quickly, and Kaeritha noted his tone and manner carefully. She was gratified by his prompt acquiescence, but she was even more gratified when she was unable to detect any sign of hesitation or indecision. Clearly he felt no more reservations about accepting her authority than he would have felt accepting the authority of any male champion.

This is primarily for the record, she told him, because you are the primary custodian of these documents. She turned her sword slightly, angling the hilt in his direction. Please place your hand on the hilt of my sword.

He obeyed, although she felt dryly amused by the fact that this time he did hesitate ever so slightly. Not that she blamed him. This was undoubtedly the first time anyone had ever invited him to lay hold of a sword wrapped in the corona of a gods power.

She waited for his initial, ginger touch to settle into something a bit more confident when no lightning bolt sizzled down from the rafters to incinerate him where he sat. Then she nodded.

Thank you, she said, as encouragingly as she could without stepping out of her own magisterial role. And now, Sir Salthan, will you attest for me, in the presence of the God of Justice, that to the best of your personal knowledge, these are the original copies of the proclamation of King Gartha and the Kalathan land grant of Lord Kellos which were originally placed in the custody of the Lords of Lorham?

To the best of my personal knowledge, they are, Milady, Salthan said in a calm, formal voice, his eyes never wavering under her intent regard. The blue light clinging to her sword never wavered, either, she noted. In fact, it grew stronger.

And also to the best of your personal knowledge, they are authentic and unchanged. There have been no additions, no deletions, and no alterations?

None, Milady, Salthan said firmly.

Thank you, she repeated, and nodded for him to remove his hand. He did so, and if he sat back in his chair with a bit more alacrity than hed shown leaning forward, Kaeritha didnt blame him a bit.

She looked down at the documents before her, then lifted her sword across her open palms, holding it between her and the scrolls.

All right, she thought, closing her eyes while she reached out to that ever-present link connecting her to the blazing power of Tomanaks presence. It took me a while to get the hint. Im sorry about that, although I suppose I could point out that having Leeana along was enough to distract anyone. But now that Im here and Youve more or less used Salthan to rub my nose in it, suppose You tell me whether or not these documents are forgeries.

She sensed a distant, delighted rumble of divine laughter and approval. Then she opened her eyes again and looked down at her sword.

Which, she was no longer the least bit surprised to see, continued to glow a bright, steady blue.

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