men, janissaries wore mustaches but no beards.
For a few moments only the moan of the wind disturbed the silence, while the shadows swirled and the two judges appraised the newcomers.
Wulf glanced sideways. The front row comprised a monk, two women, one Orthodox priest, and two men in turbans. The priest and the friar had halos. Beyond them, against the far wall, cowered none other than Alojz Zauber, Havel Vranov’s squire, in civilian dress. The hunched way he was standing and the wide-eyed look he gave Wulf suggested that he was terrified. At his feet lay Leonas Vranov, only half dressed and curled up like a cat, apparently fast asleep on the cold flagstones.
“I am Umbral,” said the woman in white, “prelate of the Saints. We recognize Madlenka Magnus and her falcon, Wulfgang Magnus. Lady Magnus, I appreciate that you have not yet applied for membership in the Saints, but we claim jurisdiction over you. You have the choice of accepting our authority or appealing to the Church instead, which is no choice, really. Sir Wulfgang, you have only recently accepted the woman who is now your wife as your cadger, so you may have to answer alone for any misdeeds of which you are convicted this evening.”
Had Wulf jumped out of the Inquisition’s fire and into the Saints’ frying pan?
“We reserve comment!” Madlenka snapped, her tone more abrasive than Wulf expected or would have dared use.
Lady Umbral did not reply. “Opposite me is Mudar Sokullu Pasha, right hand of the Agioi. We are assembled here this evening to discuss certain trespasses by the Agioi within Saints’ territory.”
“Alleged trespasses,” the Turk growled in a harsh accent. “And trespasses by your falcons in our territory.”
“Alleged trespasses both,” Umbral agreed. “Are you ready to begin, Pasha? I believe yours is the earliest complaint.”
“May the Omniscient, the Bringer of Justice, guide our deliberations. I accuse Magnus and his cadger of being accessories to the murder of the priest Vilhelmas, Speaker of the Agioi, may he find peace.”
Before Wulf could decide whether he was expected to reply, y he findMadlenka made a vague gesture that was not quite like a schoolchild raising a hand to attract the teacher’s attention, but had the same result.
“If by ‘earliest,’” she said, “you mean that it happened first, then I object. The beginning was the murder of my father and brother. They were smitten at the same minute, miles apart. Obviously that could only be-”
“We shall discuss details later,” Lady Umbral said, “but I accept your correction. Pasha, the earliest transgressions on the paper will be the cursing of Count Bukovany and Sir Petr Bukovany, which we attribute to your Vilhelmas.”
“I was not warned that such an allegation was to be included. I believe it is irrelevant, and neither the man you name nor his client can be here to testify. Alojz Zauber?”
Alojz’s teeth actually chattered before he did. He brought them under control. “P-P-Pasha?”
“Speaking only as a witness, maggot, can you shed some light on those deaths?”
“Pasha, my handler denied doing those things. He told me that this boy at my feet, Leonas Vranov, cursed the two victims to please his father the count.”
“I assume there is no use questioning the boy himself?” Umbral asked.
The sleeping or unconscious Leonas had not twitched at the sound of his name.
“None,” the janissary said. “Let us agree on his guilt, and may the All-Forgiving have mercy on him. The wretch’s talons will have to be clipped. Obviously both the curser and his victims were Jorgarian and there was no trespass.”
Wulf could only guess what clipping talons meant, but it gave him cold shivers anyway.
Lady Umbral said, “If we accept the brancher’s word.”
“So we can move on to the matter of Vilhelmas’s murder.”
“Not yet. Prior to his death, Vilhelmas transported himself and others out of a crowded hall in Castle Gallant. In as much as he was an Agios, he offended by using talent within Saints’ territory, and what he did was a flagrant violation of the first commandment.”
The janissary yawned, showing a maw full of yellow teeth. “Maybe so. Vilhelmas has gone to the Affirmer of Truth, and is beyond human judgment. So has the man who shot him, the cleric Magnus. But Marek’s accessory is here present. He was equally guilty, and that public assassination was certainly both trespass and a violation of the first commandment.”
Madlenka squeezed Wulf’s hand encouragingly, but did not look at him. height='0e
“We can include it on the paper without accepting your interpretation of it.”
“More important than that,” Mudar Sokullu Pasha said, as if everything so far had been trivial and they were at last getting to the meat of the matter, “the next day that same Wulfgang Magnus destroyed half the Pomeranian army, about sixteen thousand men. This may be the worst sorcerous bloodshed since the days of Tamerlane. That, too, was both trespass and violation of the first commandment!”
Wulf had been thinking of the Inquisition as his greatest danger. He might have been misled by his ignorance.
Umbral said, “We do not yet concede either of those acts to be crimes. Two nights ago, a member of your order, namely Alojz Zauber, transported Havel Vranov and some men inside the defenses of Castle Gallant so that they could overpower the garrison and open the gates. Count Magnus was among the dead. That is a much worse violation of the commandment, for it has no workaday explanation, and it is blatant trespass.”
Baring his teeth in a menacing smile, the janissary glanced around the room. “‘No workaday explanation’? Have you never heard of simple treachery, woman? Can you produce witnesses who saw who opened the gates? What pig filth! Does that complete the charge sheet? Have you more to add?”
Impossible jumps at Chestnut Hill did not count, Wulf concluded, nor instantaneous trips between Jorgary and Rome. All that mattered in this court were secrecy and territorial boundaries, with killing other Speakers a distant third. And yet the Saints and Agioi gathered here might be the true rulers of Europe, for who could gainsay their decisions?
To his astonishment, Madlenka released his hand and took a step forward. “My lady… and Pasha… All his life, Havel Vranov has been the Wends’ bitterest enemy. This year he has been supporting them, a traitor to his king. I charge the Agioi with… I believe the word is ‘tweaking’?… tampering with his mind.”
Nothing of Lady Umbral’s expression could be read, but her tone of voice registered surprise. “A very cogent suggestion! We add it to our complaints. But it must have been the first trespass, and traditionally we now judge the charges in reverse order-the reason being that recent events are more easily examined. Also, once an offender is sentenced to death, his earlier misdeeds no longer matter. Two nights ago, Pasha, an Agioi Speaker, caused a Jorgarian fortress to fall to a traitor, Havel Vranov. That is trespass!”
Astonishingly, the ferocious-seeming janissary laughed. “You think so? Brancher Alojz Zauber, go stand there!”
He pointed to the center of the dais. The squire nervously stepped over the sleeping Leonas and went where he was bid, stooping as if afraid of losing control of his bladder. He seemed unsure of which direction he was supposed to face. “P-P-Pasha?”
“Normally, grunge, since ydder. He ou are not yet fledged, your handler would have to answer for your actions. But since he was murdered, you have taken to using power on your own authority, so you must suffer the consequences.” He showed his yellow teeth again. “If any. Understand?”
“Oh yes, Pasha.”
“Where were you born, you louse-infested, unclean, eater of pigs?”
As if seized by a sudden revelation, Alojz swung around to face Lady Umbral, and began to gabble. “In Jorgary, my lady, in Pelrelm. I was a shepherd like my father, and baptized a Catholic, but four years ago, about the time I was due to have my first communion, Father Vilhelmas came to see me. I’d never heard of him, but he explained that my mother was an illegitimate child of the count’s late brother, so we were both related to the count. He showed me what a Speaker could do and promised me that Speakers never want for anything: riches, comfort, respect. Herders don’t live long, you know. Rustlers don’t want witnesses, so they cut our throats; even if they just hamstring us to delay pursuit, we may freeze to death or die of wound fever. But Father Vilhelmas promised me long life and health, warm beds, no hunger. He said I would have to confess before my first communion, and if I told a Catholic priest about the Voices he would call me a Satanist. The Catholics would burn me at the stake or lock me up in a-”
