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〃Another mistake；〃 said Bertran； in a blunt tone of finality。 〃I see no reason to delay this。 As a duke of Arbonne sworn to uphold the countess's peace； I have an obvious duty here。〃 He turned to Serlo。 〃Take three corans and string this man from a tree。 You will strip and brand him first。 The whole world knows the punishment decreed for those who violate a truce。〃
The Portezzan was a brave man； for all his posturing。 〃I am a man of rank and cousin to Borsiard d'Andoria；〃 he said。 〃I am entitled to the treatment appropriate to my status。〃
Bertran de Talair shook his head。 Blaise registered Valery's look of growing concern。 He felt the same anxiety himself。 The duke ignored them。 He said； 〃Your status is that of an attempted murderer； violator of a truce all six countries have sworn to keep。 No one will speak for you today。〃 He turned back to Serlo。 〃Hang him。〃
Serlo had already summoned three other men。 They pulled the Portezzan roughly from his horse。 One man had a rope looped through his saddle。 There was an oak tree at the edge of a field east of the road； they took him there。
〃You cannot do this！〃 the Portezzan shouted； craning his neck to look back at Bertran； the first edge of fear entering his voice。 He had truly never thought he might be in danger； Blaise realized。 The immunity of his rank and kinship had led him to believe he could kill freely and be ransomed； that money and status could be an answer to anything。
〃Are you sure of this？〃 Valery said quietly to his cousin。 〃We may need the Andoria later。〃
There was something nearly cruel in the blue eyes as Bertran de Talair watched his corans over by the tree。 They were stripping the Portezzan； the man had begun to shout now。 Bertran's voice was bleak as he answered Valery without turning； 〃We need no one so much that we lose our honour in pursuing them。 Wherever the fairs are； the ruler of that country is bound to uphold the truce that allows us all to trade。 You know it。 Everyone knows it。 What just happened was an insult to the countess and to Arbonne so arrogant I will not countenance it。 Let Borsiard d'Andoria do what he will； those three men have to die。 When we reach Lussan and Barbentain； my advice to the countess will be to ban the Andoria from entry to the fair。 I expect she will do so。〃
He walked over and remounted his horse； Blaise； after a moment； did the same。
From up ahead； beyond the front of their column； a new motion could now be heard。 Beside the road； Bertran's corans had rigged a hanging rope around a branch of the tree。 The condemned man had been stripped to his undergarments。 Now Serlo resolutely pulled a knife from his belt； and while the others held the thrashing Portezzan； he set about carving into his forehead the brand of an oathbreaker。 Blaise had seen this before。 He resisted an impulse to turn away。 They heard the man scream suddenly； high and desperate。 Five riders had now peeled away from the party in front of them and were galloping furiously back through the grass at the side of the road。
〃Take as many men as you need；〃 said Bertran calmly to Valery。 〃Surround the tree。 If those people attempt to stop the hanging you are to kill them。 Blaise； wait here with me。〃
Without a word Valery moved to obey。 The remaining corans of Talair had already begun moving swiftly into position； anticipating this。 Swords out； arrows to bows； they formed a wide ring around the hanging tree。 At the rear of the column beside Bertran； with two dead men on the ground beside them； Blaise watched the third Portezzan bundled onto the back of a horse； his hands tied before him； the knotted rope around his neck。 There was blood dripping down his face from Serlo's branding。 The five men racing back were shouting now； gesticulating wildly。 Serlo looked back to Bertran； for the confirmation。 The duke nodded once。 Serlo stabbed the horse in the haunch with his blade。 The animal bolted forward。 The Portezzan seemed to actually spring backwards off the horse into the air。 Then he dangled； swinging； an oddly disconnected figure。 They had heard the cracking sound。 He was already dead。
The five shouting Portezzans reined up hard at the very edge of Valery's ring of men。 They were hopelessly outnumbered； of course。 The leader screamed something at Valery； lashing his handsome horse in impotent rage。 Bertran turned to Blaise； as if bored by what was now happening。
〃We have another small thing to sort out between us；〃 he said； for all the world as if they were alone in the pleasant autumn countryside。 〃I have only just realized it myself。 You may not be ready to assert any sort of claim in Gorhaut； but if we are riding to Lussan now with you clearly acknowledged as who you are…and with what has just now happened that decision has been made for us…then I cannot treat you as simply another of my corans。 You may not like this…for reasons I can appreciate…but it would ill behoove us both for me to be seen giving you mands now。 Will you accept a discharge from my service？ Will you accept the hospitality and panionship of Talair as my friend and guest？〃
It was； of course； the only action proper under the circumstances。 And yes； Blaise was bothered by the change； it marked a transition； yet another； in a year when his life seemed to be careening with unsettling speed towards some destination as yet hidden in the distance。
He managed a smile； 〃I was wondering when my wages would begin to grate upon you。 I confess I had not thought you were so careful with your money； my lord； it does go against the image all the world has of you。〃
Bertran； genuinely startled； laughed aloud。 There was； just then； a silence in the gesticulating knot of men by the tree。 Then sudden laughter carried。 The five Portezzans turned to look at them。 Their leader； a short； dark man on that splendid horse； stared across the distance for a long moment； ignoring the corans around him。 Then he turned his horse without another word and rode back north。 The other Portezzans followed。
〃That；〃 said Bertran； 〃was slightly unfortunate。〃
〃Who was that man？〃
The duke turned to him with surprise。 〃You were telling the truth； weren't you？ You have really never met him。 That was Borsiard d'Andoria； Blaise。 You must at least have heard the name。 He was recently married； in fact； to…〃
〃To Lucianna Delonghi。 I know；〃 Blaise interrupted。 And then added； 〃That's why he wants to kill me。〃
Even amid the churning of all the emotions of this morning there was； deep within Blaise； a curious flicker of pride。 Even now； after everything； Lucianna would have been speaking of him； that had to be it； of course。 Borsiard d'Andoria was seeking to kill his new wife's former lover from Gorhaut。
Bertran de Talair was very quick。 〃Ah；〃 he said softly。 〃Engarro di Faenna？ It was true then； the rumour？〃
〃That I killed him for the Delonghi？ Yes。〃 Blaise surprised himself with how easy it was to say this now to the duke。 He hesitated over the next thing； but then went on： 〃With Rudel Correze。〃
He saw Bertran absorbing this。 〃And so she wants you dead now？〃 He looked dubious。
Blaise shook his head。 〃I doubt it。 She wouldn't care enough to bother covering that trail。 Borsiard does； though。 He probably had a part in the assassination of Engarro； though I didn't know it then。 He's uneasy about me。 Afraid of what I might say or do。 Rudel they'll trust； he's a Delonghi cousin。 I'm an unknown quantity。〃 He stopped。
〃And that would be his 〃mortal grievance〃 against you？〃
Blaise looked at the duke。 Bertran's blue eyes were searching； skeptical； and there was a glint in them now of something else。
〃That would be a part of it；〃 Blaise said carefully。
Bertran nodded his head slowly。 〃I thought so；〃 he said after a moment。 〃The jewel of the Delonghi； the exquisite Lucianna。 He's a jealous man then； our friend Borsiard。 That is worth knowing。〃 He nodded again。 〃It begins to make sense。 One day you must tell me more about her。 Are all the stories true？ I've spoken to her of course； but in a crowded room； nothing more； and that was years ago when she was very young。 Should I be grateful for that limited exposure？ Is she as deadly a