stared at Douglas as they wielded their gavels: Hardesty in surprise, Kemble in frank speculation, and Scott resentfully, as if the lawyer had awakened him for no good reason. Zachary Hayes also spent a few seconds gaping at his col eague. He recovered quickly, though, exclaiming, 'If our evidence be admitted, then the case is proven for us.
May I ask your excellencies to order the nigger bound over for return to his rightful owner?'
'Bailiff, ' Judge Scott began.
Kemble overrode him. 'A moment, please. Surely, Mr. Douglas, you could have chosen an easier way to surrender.
Why this one?' - 'Surrender, your excellency? Who spoke of surrender?'
Douglas's voice was at its blandest now, and Hayes's face suddenly clouded with suspicion. Douglas went on, 'To stipulate that Jeremiah was held in involuntary servitude does our case no harm, as our contention is and shall be that such servitude is not only involuntary but contrary to law.'
'On what ground, your excellencies?' Hayes waved the documents he had intended to introduce. 'These are all executed according to proper form.'
Douglas leaned down to whisper to Jeremiah, 'Here we go, no turning back now.' The lawyer took a deep breath, faced the judges, and said slowly,
'On the grounds that for any man to hold another man in slavery clearly contravenes the Articles of Federation and must therefore have no standing in law anywhere in the Federated Colonies.
The court was silent for a few seconds, while judges, opponents, and audience worked through the legal language to the implications behind it. Hayes furiously shouted, 'Your excellencies, I protest!'
at the same time as a black man raised a whoop and a white growled, 'You hush your mouth there or I'l hush it for yout'
Getting quiet back took longer this time, and the bailiff and court scribe had to eject a couple of particularly obstreperous people.
Finally, with some sort of order restored, Judge Scott brought down his gavel and said, 'To me, the plaintiff's protest has merit, despite the defense's attempts at obfuscation. This small, open-and-shut case is not one from which to adduce large legal principles.'
'Is it not?' Judge Hardesty spoke for the first time. 'The principle would appear germane to the issue at hand.'
'As Judge Scott has seen, your excellency,' Hayes continued his protest to Kemble, 'this is but a desperate effort on the part of the defense to shift the case away from the area where they are weakest: the truth. Its merits are clear as they stand; no need to go beyond them.'
'On the contrary,' Douglas said. 'The claim I make is of paramount importance here. If one man may in law own another, when does application of that right end? What would the feelings of the plaintiff and his comrades be, were they at this side of the court, hearing my client lay claim to their services?'
'Any nigger wants me to slave for him'd have to kill me first,' Harry Stowe snarled.
Judge Kemble's gavel crashed down, loud as a pistol shot. 'Sir, that will be the last such outburst from you. You look to have seen the inside of a courthouse once or twice, enough to have learned the rules of behavior here.' The chief judge glowered at Stowe until the overseer dropped his eyes and mumbled agreement. Kemble nodded. 'Very well, then; we'll overlook it this time. As for the motion of the defense, however, we rule it is relevant to this case and will hear arguments based thereon.' He used the gavel again.
As Hayes rose, he seemed to be fighting to hold his temper. His voice came out steady as he asked for a two- day extension 'to study the new situation.' Kemble granted it and adjourned the court.
Back in Douglas's office, Jeremiah was jubilant. 'That Stowe hurt Mr.
Gillen more'n we did?' he grinned. 'Without him opening his fool mouth that way, the judge wouldn't have got mad and gone along with your motion.'
'Associating with me has made you cynical,' Douglas said, drawing the cork from a bottle of whiskey and taking a long swig. 'Ahhl Better.
Actual y, I think you're wrong there. Ruling against us, Kemble probably would have lost on appeal, and he's too clever to leave himself open for anything like that. He'l let us hang ourselves instead of doing the work for us.'
That assessment shattered the black's cheery mood. 'We ain't won yet, then?'
'A skirmish,' Douglas shrugged. 'You aren't back in the fields, are you? But no, we haven't won. The real fight is just starting.'
When Jeremiah's case reconvened, the courtroom was even more packed than it had been before. At the bailiff's command, the people who had managed to gain seats rose to honor the judges. Those at the back, blacks again, mostly, had been standing for some time already, and would keep on until court adjourned.
Judge Kemble rapped for order. Slowly, silence descended. Kemble nodded to Zachary Hayes. 'You may begin, sir.'
'Thank you, your excellency,' Hayes said, rising. I regret the necessity of belaboring the obvious, I still it may not be amiss to remind some of the citizens of the Federated Commonwealths of the principles upon which it was built.'
He sent a sour glance toward Alfred Douglas before continuing, 'I shall not even attempt to cite the precedents sanctioning slavery.
Suffice it to say they are both numerous and ancient, dating back on the one hand to the Old Testament, the foundation of our faith; and on the other hand to the history and institutions of the wise and noble Greeks and Romans, upon whose usages we have modeled our own.'
Listening, Jeremiah fdt his heart sink. Hayes sounded too knowledgeable, too self-assured. The black's nails bit into his palms.
