DeadApe: Brandon tries to think of a lie so that he won’t seem insane. He imagines a story about a cave bear who kills Tam in their sleep and drags her deeper in the cave. But he knows that they will not find any tracks to match his story, and will catch him in his lie. In his hopelessness Brandon is honest and explains to the guards that Tam was killed by some sort of mage who must live deeper in the cave. She was turned to cinders, and with no explanation. He balls as he speaks to the guards.
III
The first few times they asked, Brandon thought of lying. He could imagine a black bear coming from the depths of the cave and taking with it the poor peasant girl. But then he could not explain why there were no blood trails. A dozen fantasies of how Brandon could be totally innocent, how he could save face and not look like a coward. Yet, he told the truth, for as much as he was craven, the Beaumonts were honest. He started to cry. He was shaking, voice unclear as he spoke, “There was… a mage. A g-g-iant wall of fire, and fireballs. Sh-she tried to run, but got hit. She burned to death and I ran and ran.”
There was a cave only a few miles away from the castle. In it there was a mage who had killed a sweet and innocent peasant girl. The story had a certain terrifying rhythm to it. The word spread from the mouths of the investigators across the castle and to the small town surrounding it. Lord Beaumont banished all visitors and investigators to Brandon in his attempt to curb the growing panic. To no avail; a high intensity tension seemed to permeate the air as the fear of a dangerous mage raged like wildfire. Some workers went home to their families. Some shops closed. There were stories of towns like theirs gone overnight from dangerous magic. Hours later, word began to spread of a trial. Apparently, the court was not confident in the boy’s word.
Another day passed. The world was changing above him, but Brandon’s senses were dull. He felt hopeless. A visitor came then, sent to him from his father. A book of arcane arts was found in the boy’s travel bag and the boy was officially on trial. His brain registered this as a lie – he had packed his travel bag quickly and he possessed no such book.
“The issue is… complicated. Look, you claim that you were attacked by a mage. Not just magic, but an actual mage. Do you know how insane people would behave if that were true? Do you know how insane people are already acting?” He made a loud annoying click click with his mouth and smiled deeply, his teeth perfect. “The Arcane Justiciar arrived yesterday. Luckily for us, it was the Arcane Justiciar. The King’s Magus himself. He will be investigating the cave, regardless of the outcome of this trial. So if there was actually a mage,” he fixed his eyes hard on the boy now, “which I’m sure there isn’t, he will be dealt with. By the King’s Magus himself.”
Understanding darted across the boy’s face and the legal advisor smiled again. Brandon’s heart was pounding as he asked, “My father is going to sacrifice me?”
“Come now, boy, are you dense? You are on trial, yes, but you wouldn’t be if the girl had lived. She is a peasant. Your father is going to submit a convincing argument that the tome they found belonged to her. You will not intervene, and you will be freed. The girl will be blamed, but she is dead anyway. The unbelievable,” Click, click “presumption of a mage in the cave will be dealt with.”
They’re playing me. “What if… I refuse?” The words fell out of his mouth with no real conviction. The hope of release alone was enough to stir his chest with a rising sense of urgency. All of sudden he wanted the trial done and now.
“You can’t refuse.”
The words thundered through his head hours later when the guards plucked him from his hole and brought him to his trial.
Dalton Beaumont was making a show of his son’s trial. The boy was encompassed on all sides by rows of anxious townspeople shuffling back and forth. Their eyes were fixed on Brandon and the boy realized that they hoped he was guilty. People who had loved him before. He recognized all of them and knew many of them by name. Yet even those he held most dear were staring at him and wishing in some part of their being that the boy was guilty and they were safe. His head throbbed. He felt as if he were floating through a dream.
The father told the son’s tale for him. Tammary was assigned a prestigious position in the father’s service and refused. She had somehow, “quite mysteriously,” convinced Brandon to accompany her in absconding from the castle. The two had rode until they come upon a cave. The girl, again quite mysteriously lured the boy into the cave. “From there, Brandon remembers little. He was found outside, face down in the mud, visibly exhausted and perhaps charmed. He spoke madness of a mage inside the cave. When word came to me, I immediately signaled for an Arcane Justiciar who arrived yesterday. Fortunately for us, the King’s Magus Hathorn Alanine answered the signal. ” Dalton motioned for a man in the stands to rise.
The man was tall and wearing a decorative black cloak hemmed in gold. His hair was dark and short, falling inches below his eyeline. His face was young and beautiful, free from blemishes and full of youth. He intimidated the room with deep blue, distant eyes. His youth deceived few in the room, as many knew from the stories that the man was older than most everyone alive. When he spoke, his voice never faltered. Brandon felt queer looking at him, as if the two had met before. A sense of familiarity slowly rose in the boy and then waned. He had never met the man before, that was certain. “I have not yet visited the cave. I will strike out tonight. Unfortunately, the boy’s account was rather vague. There was a mage but that seems to be all I know now. Though I sense no arcane power from the boy, my senses have been fooled before by sufficiently powerful magi. I am unconvinced that this boy is sufficiently powerful, but I will not declare judgment until I have seen the cave myself.”
Dalton nodded. “A tome titled Destructive Arts was found in my son’s bag and presented to you yesterday.”
“Indeed. It does seem to contain detailed instruction of magical practices – I am not sure how such young children would come across a book lifted straight from the library of the Hall, but it does seem to indicate that one of the children were likely involved, unfortunately.”
The book was taken from the Hall of Magical Inquiry? Either his father had somehow stolen the book and then planted it in his bag or Tam really had been a mage.
“Thank you, Lord Magus Alanine.” The man sat again. The boy could feel his eyes.
Dalton motioned towards another person. This time a girl that Brandon recognized as one of Tam’s friends. The girl was frightened, her face white and her eyes red as she stood. “This is Tammary’s best friend Sues. Would you please tell everyone what you told the investigators?”
She nodded, “T-t-tam… wanted to be a witch. Sh-she tried to fo-force me into her… rituals, but I ref-refused… She said she needed noble bl-blood… and mine cousin is in the line to inherit Castle Skyreach. Sh-she told me that was enough, and that she only needed a li-little blood… “ The girl cried and cried until she could no longer speak and sat down. Dalton, gravely, “Thank you.”
Almost shrugging, the father concluded, “It is obvious to me, as it should be obvious to you now, that the girl lured my son with her dark arts into the cave to try to kill him and steal his noble blood. Her best friend tells us that she had been practicing magic, the tome was found in the possession of the children, and the Lord Magus does not think it insane that children could be at the source of all this.” He shook his head solemly. “I fear that the girl was misguided. Inside the cave, I now believe she charmed my son’s memory and attempted a ritual at him that backfired and took her own life.”
Panic. Brandon had reached a breaking point. Something rose inside him and
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DeadApe: i might be a coward but i believe in jsutice
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“Tam wasn’t the mage.”
Quiet.
Dalton spoke calmly, “My son, your memory…”
“No.” Brandon felt… brave? “She wasn’t. She was innocent. The mage was deeper in the cave and I saw it kill her.” The audience was murmuring. Some were walking out. Hathorn was among them. Dalton mentally marked each one that left as potentially dangerous. Brandon felt powerful for the first time in his life. His sense of justice seemed to overpower his cowardice. At least, temporarily. He knew that he wasn’t quite there yet.
His father’s face had been a display of anger, nervousness, and finally resolution.
“The trial will conclude for the day. This farce will be ended tomorrow. It seems to me that the investigators must reevaluate our primary suspect.”
The guards dragged him back to his cell and locked him away. All left but one who stood posted permanently outside the cell. When the excitement of the trial faded, the realization of his impending doom became more and more real. I did the right thing, and now I’m going to die. In his stories, the hero was supposed to be rewarded with love and adoration. I’m no hero, and my love is dead.
That night, Brandon lay awake feeling as dull and muted as he did before the trial. Now, at least, his fate was certain. Tomorrow his father would find him guilty and have him killed to keep the peace. He knew that the Lord would have lectured Brandon on the difficult decisions of a lord if someone else had been in his shoes. His constant guard stepped away from his cell for the first time since the trial had ended for the day. A few minutes passed and the guard hadn’t returned. Instead, a woman dressed in black came for him.
She appeared outside the boy’s cell, materializing in front of his eyes. She walked through the bars of his cell and smiled. “We have around a minute. Take my hand, or tomorrow your father will kill you. The choice is yours, but make it quickly.”