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Leane drew herself up stiff…backed on her knees and swallowed hard before answering； but her voice was perfectly level。 〃Given the alternatives； what choice would you make？〃
Neither blinked； and the silence stretched。
Before Siuan could answer … if she meant to； Min would have given a pretty to hear it … the chain and lock rattled on the other side of the door。 The other two women got slowly to their feet； gathering their saddlebags in calm preparation； but Min leaped up wishing she had her belt knife。 Fool thing to wish for； she thought。 Just get me in worse trouble。 I'm no bloody hero in a story。 Even if I jumped the guard …
The door opened； and a man with a long leather jerkin over his shirt filled the doorway。 Not a fellow to be attacked by a young woman； even with a knife。 Maybe not even with an axe。 Wide was the word for him； and thick。 The few hairs remaining on his head were more white than not； but he looked hard as an old oak stump。 〃Time for you girls to stand before the lord；〃 he said gruffly。 〃Will you walk； or must we haul you like grain sacks？ You go； either way； but I'd as soon not have to carry you in this heat。〃
Peeking past him； Min saw two more men waiting； gray…haired but just as hard； if not quite so big。
〃We will walk；〃 Siuan told him dryly。
〃Good。 e； then。 Step along。 Lord Gareth won't like being kept waiting。〃
Promise to walk or no； each man took one of them firmly by the arm as they started up the dusty dirt street。 The balding man's hand encircled Min's arm like a manacle。 So much for running for it； she thought bitterly。 She considered kicking his booted ankle to see if that would loosen his grip； but he looked so solid she suspected all it would earn her was a sore toe and being dragged the rest of the way。
Leane appeared lost in thought； she half…made small gestures with her free hand； and her lips moved silently as though reviewing what she meant to say； but she kept shaking her head and starting over again。 Introspection wrapped Siuan； too； but she wore an openly worried frown； even chewing her underlip； Siuan never showed that much unease。 All in all； the pair of them did nothing for Min's confidence。
The beam…ceilinged mon room of the Good Queen's Justice did less。 Lank…haired Admer Nem； a yellowed bruise around his swollen eye； stood to one side with half a dozen equally stout brothers and cousins and their wives； all in their best coats or aprons。 The farmers eyed the three prisoners with a mixture of anger and satisfaction that made Min's stomach sink。 If anything； the farmwives' glares were worse； pure hate。 The rest of the walls were lined six deep with villagers； all garbed for the work they had interrupted for this。 The blacksmith still wore his leather apron； and a number of women had sleeves rolled up； arms dusted with flour。 The room buzzed with their murmuring among themselves； the elders as much as the few children； and their eyes latched onto the three women as avidly as the Nems' did。 Min thought this must be as much excitement as Kore Springs had ever witnessed。 She had seen a crowd with this mood once … at an execution。
The tables had been removed； except for one placed in front of the long brick fireplace。 A bluff…faced； stocky man； his hair thick with gray； sat facing them in a well…cut coat of dark green silk； hands folded in front of him on the tabletop。 A slim woman who showed as much age stood beside the table in a fine； gray wool dress embroidered with white flowers around the neck。 The local lord； Min supposed； and his lady； country nobility little better informed of the world than their tenants and crofters。
The guards situated them in front of the lord's table and melted into the watchers。 The woman in gray stepped forward； and the murmurs died。
〃All here attend and give ear；〃 the woman announced； 〃for justice will be meted today by Lord Gareth Bryne。 Prisoners； you are called before the judgment of Lord Bryne。〃 Not the lord's lady； then； an official of some sort。 Gareth Bryne？ The last Min remembered； he was Captain…General of the Queen's Guards； in Caemlyn。 If it was the same man。 She glanced at Siuan； but Siuan had her eyes locked on the wide floorboards in front of her feet。 Whoever he was； this Bryne looked weary。
〃You are charged；〃 the woman in gray went on； 〃with trespass by night； arson and destruction of a building and its contents； the killing of valuable livestock； assault on the person of Admer Nem； and the theft of a purse said to contain gold and silver。 It is understood that the assault and theft were the work of your panion； who escaped； but you three are equally culpable under the law。〃
She paused to let it sink in； and Min exchanged rueful glances with Leane。 Logain would have to add theft to the stew。 He was probably halfway to Murandy by now； if not more distant yet。
After a moment the woman began again。 〃Your accusers are here to face you。〃 She gestured to the cluster of Nems。 〃Admer Nem； you will give your testimony。〃
The stout man eased forward in a blend of self…importance and self…consciousness； tugging at his coat where the wooden buttons strained over his middle； running his hands through thinning hair that kept dropping into his face。 〃Like I said； Lord Gareth； it was like this。。。 〃
He gave a fairly straightforward account of discovering them in the hayloft and ordering them out； though he made Logain near a foot taller and turned the man's single blow into a fight； where Nem gave as good as he got。 The lantern fell； the hay went up； and the rest of the family came spilling out of the farmhouse into the predawn； the prisoners were seized and the barn burned to the ground； and then the loss of the purse from the house was discovered。 He did slight the part where Lord Bryne's retainer rode by as some of the family were bringing out ropes and eyeing tree limbs。
When he started on the 〃fight〃 again … this time he seemed to be winning … Bryne cut him off。 〃That will be enough； Master Nem。 You may step back。〃
Instead； a round…faced one of the Nem women； of an age to be Admer's wife； joined him。 Round…faced； but not soft； round like a frying pan or a river rock。 And flushed with something more than anger。 〃You whip these hussies good； Lord Gareth； hear？ Whip them good； and ride them to Jornhill on a rail！〃
〃No one called on you to speak； Maigan；〃 the slim woman in gray said sharply。 〃This is a trial； not a petition meeting。 You and Admer step back。 Now。〃 They obeyed； Admer with a shade more alacrity than Maigan。 The gray…clad woman turned to Min and her panions。 〃If you wish to offer testimony； in defense or mitigation； you may now give it。〃 There was no sympathy in her voice； nor anything else for that matter。
Min expected Siuan to speak … she always took the lead； did the talking … but Siuan never stirred or raised her eyes。 Instead； it was Leane who moved toward the table； her eyes on the man behind it。
She stood as straight as ever； but her usual walk … a graceful stride； but a stride … had bee a sort of glide； with just a hint of willowy sway to it。 Somehow her hips