This Rough Magic

Admiral Dourso rose to his feet. 'Your Honor, may I offer the court a piece of information. The Justice to whom you refer is not on the bench today. The reason for his absence is that he is in fact in custody of the Signori di Notte, charged with treason and conspiring to aid an enemy of the Republic.'

The Schiopettieri had to sound their rattles to restore order.

'Nevertheless . . . Yes, what is it, Signor Di Coulo?'

The little clerk who had written out Benito's story had advanced to address the Justices. 'Your Honors. To prosecute Benito Valdosta for threatening Justice Capuletti you will need witnesses. I have to tell Your Honors, there are none. I will however testify that Justice Capuletti gave me this black eye when he assaulted me on that day. Schiopettieri de Felts will also testify that he inflicted an injury on the Justice, who appeared to be in a violent and disturbed state. The Justice was plainly not in his right mind that day, your Honors.'

The chief Justice looked severely at the little clerk. 'As a clerk of this court, you must be aware that you and these others are thwarting the law.'

The little man didn't quaver. 'We are aiding justice, Your Honors.'

At this point a messenger entered the courtroom with a note, which he took to the chief Justice. The latter peered at it. 'Ah. It appears that the first charge of breaking your banishment no longer stands. The Senate has decided to lift your banishment, and override the court for what is described as reasons of state.' There was disapproval written on every line of the chief Justice's face. 'And they have made this retroactive from the sixth of June of this year. So this charge is thereby struck from the roll. And as it appears we have no witnesses for—'

Benito stood up. 'Your Honor. I appreciate the gesture of Senate. I also appreciate the fact that the people of Venice have shown their love for the Casa Valdosta in their testimony . . . or lack thereof. But I cannot accept it. The truth is—I did return when I was banished. I must admit that I didn't even give it a thought. My period of exile is both fair and right. I came to give warning because that was more important. I'll leave as soon as I can. I transgressed the letter of the law. If you like you can put me in prison, or, as is common in times of war, put me into the military. I'm volunteering anyway. My name is already on the list on the pillar of the Winged Lion of Saint Mark. Why not put me into a military encampment—like the Arsenal—until I leave for Corfu, and my banishment can continue? As for Justice Capuletti, I admit I did threaten him with a naked blade in his own courtroom. If need be I'd have cut his throat for the people of Corfu's sake. You need no witnesses. I admit guilt. Now the Court can decide what it is going to do about it.'

In the silence that followed, only one person spoke. Lodovico Montescue. 'Valdosta honor!' he said, almost shouting.

Then, with satisfaction and pride: 'Now, Justices of Venice, the Valdosta have challenged your honor. What is more important? The spirit of justice and the honor of the Republic for a loyal son—or the dry letter of the law?'

The Justices looked to the chief Justice. He sat with his fingers steepled looking at Benito.

One of the younger Justices suddenly spoke. 'I would like to recuse myself. I cannot give impartial judgment.'

The other young one—young being a relative term, thought Benito, the fellow must be about sixty—cleared his throat. 'I, too, am going to recuse myself.'

The chief Justice looked more than a little taken aback. 'Spinosa! You cannot just abandon the law when it suits you.'

'We who administer the law tend to begin to think it sacred,' Justice Spinosa said, stoutly. 'It isn't. Justice is. And we forget that the law we administer is by grace of the Republic, and the Republic stands by the vox populi. Anyone who believes the law can stand without the people and without justice, is deceiving themselves.'

'Thank you for reminding me of our status quamdiu se bene gesserit,' said the chief Justice, dourly. 'It is something that few have the courage to do. Nonetheless I will continue to act as both the law and my conscience dictate.'

The younger Justice shrugged. 'That is what I am doing. The Law must find him guilty and sentence him.'

'I think you should not stand down until we have decided what verdict we reach . . . and what sentence we will impose.'

Spinosa shook his head. 'I cannot do so afterwards. Thus I will do so before.'

The chief Justice shrugged. 'Very well. Can the rest of us withdraw?'

The remaining three judges did. And they returned very rapidly.

'Benito Valdosta,' said the chief Justice. 'We find you guilty by your own admission of the charge of threatened assault with a deadly weapon on an officer of this court. However, as circumstances must alter cases, we feel that under the circumstances your actions were justified. You are free to go.'

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Benito looked uncharacteristically grim, especially for someone who had essentially beaten the legal system to its knees. 'I'm still going to confine myself to the Arsenal. Get myself involved in getting vessels ready. The Arsenalotti have already agreed to work double shifts.'

'We rather thought you would come and stay with us,' said Kat.

Benito shook his head. 'To be honest, it suits me to be busy. What would I do in Venice, waiting around for an expedition to Corfu? Get drunk, chase women and get into more trouble? Best to follow Erik's regimen. Go to sleep so tired I can't stand.'

'Well, grandfather wants to see you,' said Marco. 'He's with Lodovico, so I have no doubt you'll do some of that drinking. We'll visit you, Brother. Right now, though, the Hypatians seem to need us to make another attempt to contact Father Lopez.' He didn't look very happy about it.

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'Lodovico can call it Valdosta honor. But you're a Dell'este by blood,' said the Old Fox.