Dragonseye

by Anne McCaffrey

  “I did,” K’vin said, nodding and glad that he had. “Mind you, it isn’t as ironclad as we used to think. Far more autonomy granted . . .”

  “Where it can be abused by misdirection,” Iantine said. “I borrowed the copy. It’s going the rounds in the Weyr.”

  “No matter how Chalkin tries to interpret a Lord Holder’s privilege, he can’t deny that he’s abrogated almost every right the holders are supposed to have . . . such as removal only after a jury of their peers had been convened. Which he certainly ignored in turfing them out . . . and then constraining them in unsuitable conditions. There certainly was no collusion or organized mutiny. They hadn’t even presented him with a list of their grievances.”

  “Didn’t know they could,” Iantine said, his expression uncompromising. “Had to have the word ‘mutiny’ explained to them, and then denied that they’d do such a thing.”

  “And Jamson won’t budge”’ Zulaya asked.

  K’vin shook his head.

  “Won’t he even come and speak to some of the refugees?”

  “Doesn’t feel it’s his right to interfere in the autonomy of another Lord Holder,” K’vin said.

  Iantine growled in disgust. “I’ll bet he really didn’t believe my drawings were accurate.”

  K’vin nodded. “Even after Azury informed him that he thought you had glossed over some of the more gruesome injuries.”

  “Or some of the unseen ones, like those pregnant women,” Zulaya added, her eyes flashing with outrage.

  “How are they?” K’vin asked.

  “One has delivered prematurely, but she and the babe will be all right. The others . . . well, Tisha’s doing what she can . . . getting them to talk it all out before it festers too much in their minds.”

  “They can swear out warrants against the guards—” Iantine began.

  “They have,” Zulaya said in a harsh tone, her smile unpleasant. “And we have the guards. As soon as the women feel strong enough to testify, we’re convening a court here. And M’shall wants to try the murderers he’s holding at Benden.”

  “Two trials, then?”

  “Yes, one for rape and one for murder. Not at all our usual winter occupation, is it?” Zulaya said in a droll tone.

  “Is Telgar Hold joint with us?” K’vin asked, for the Weyr’s Hold should be represented in such a process. He’d been surprised at how detailed the Charter was. His recollections of the Charter’s contents were entirely too hazy. In this particular instance, they were also dealing with another holder’s employees for a matter that had come up within that hold, not an incident in Telgar Weyr, or within the jurisdiction of Telgar Hold. “But the men are Bitran. Are we allowed to?”

  “Indeed we’re within our rights,” Zulaya answered firmly. “Justice can be administered anywhere, provided the circumstances warrant. As the victims are currently in this Weyr and so are their attackers, we may legally hold trial here. However, we’ll make sure to invite representatives of other holds and Weyrs to oversee that justice is done.”

  “How about making sure Jamson attends?” K’vin asked with some malice.

  Zulaya gave him a broad smile. “That might alter the old fool’s ideas about autonomy.”

  “And Chalkin?” Iantine asked, an intense expression of anticipation in his eyes.

  K’vin chuckled. “We’ll see about that. His attendance might just solve the problem.”

  “Or compound it,” Zulaya said, shaking her head. “He’s too clever to be caught out over what his men do. Or to come when he hears what it’s about.”

  “No one’s going to tell him, are they?” K’vin said.

  “I wouldn’t count on that, sir,” Iantine said mournfully. “It’s amazing what he does hear that he shouldn’t.”

  “Then we keep what we’ve just discussed here,” and Zulaya pointed her finger firmly down, “and not a whisper to anyone else. Right, Iantine?”

  “Right!” Iantine nodded sharply.

  CHAPTER XI

  The Trials at Telgar and Benden Weyrs

  AS IT HAPPENED, a blizzard covered most of the eastern mountain ranges and all of Bitra when the trial was convened. The winds were too fierce over Bitra for even a dragon to penetrate. Fortunately, the storm had not yet reached Benden, so representatives from every Weyr and hold were able to attend—with the exception of Lord Jamson of the High Reaches, who was very ill of a respiratory fever. The Lady Holder Thea came, annoyed that Jamson had a legitimate excuse for his absence and had sent Gallian in his place.

  “It might have done that stubborn streak of his some good to hear just how Chalkin conducts his hold. Oh, he’d’ve spouted on about autonomy but he most certainly is against any harm coming to unborn children.” Thea gave Zulaya a significant nod, reminding those around her that she had borne fourteen children to Lord Jamson in the course of her fertile years: sufficient to substantially increase the borders of the hold when the children were old enough to claim their land grants.

  Held in the capacious Lower Cavern at Benden Weyr, the first of the two trials was a sobering, well-conducted affair. At one time there had been trained legists on Pern, but the need for such persons had waned. Most arguments were settled by negotiated compromise or, when all negotiation efforts failed, by hand-to-hand combat. Consequently, a spokesperson for the accused guards had to be found. One of the teachers from Fort Hold who specialized in legal contracts and land deeds reluctantly agreed to officiate.

  Gardner had not been very enthusiastic about involving himself, however briefly, with rapists, but he recognized the necessity of representation and did his best. He had perfunctorily questioned the victims as to the identity of their alleged assailants and tried to shake their testimony. The three women were no longer the frightened, half-starved wretches who had been so abused. Their time in the Weyr had done wonders for their courage, self-esteem, and appearance. Gardner even insisted that they had been rehearsed in their testimony, but that did not mitigate the circumstances of the grievous bodily and mental harm inflicted on them.

  “Sure I rehearsed,” the oldest of the women said loudly. “In me mind, night and night, how I was flung down and . . . done by dirty men as wouldn’t have dared step inside a decent woman’s hold with such notions in their head. I ache still rehearsing,” and she spat the word at him, “what they did, again and again and again.” For emphasis she slammed one fist into the other hand. Gardner had ceased that line of questioning.

  In the end he managed one small concession for the accused: the right to be returned to their Contract Hold, following the trial, rather than have to make their own way back to Bitra.

  “Fat lot of good that’ll do them,” Zulaya muttered under her breath when he won that point. “Chalkin hates losers, and those guys have lost a lot more than their contract.”

  “I wonder what sort of tone Chalkin’s next letter of protest will take,” Irene said with a malicious chuckle.

  Paulin had received a thick screed from the Bitran Holder when Chalkin discovered the “unmitigated interference of assorted renegade dragonriders in his affairs and the abduction of loyal holders from their premises.”

  “If he dares protest . . . Oh, why did it have to snow so hard?” Paulin lamented. “I’d love to have had him here when his guards said ‘they was only following orders to keep the holders from leaving’! M’shall would have gathered him up in a ball and rendered him spitless!”

  M’shall had assumed the role of prosecutor, claiming that right since his riders had been first on the scene. He was exceedingly precise in manner and in his questioning.

  “Poring over the Charter and what books Clisser could send him on legal procedures,” Irene told Zulaya with a broad grin. “It’s done him a world of good. Taken his mind off . . . the spring, you know.”

  Zulaya had nodded approvingly. “He’d have been a good legist . . . or did they call them lawyers? No, barristers.”

  “Yes, barristers stood before the judge and handled the trial
procedures,” Irene replied.

  “Gardner wasn’t half bad, you know. He tried,” Zulaya remarked. “I’ll even forgive him asking for mercy for those miserable clods. After all, he had to appear to work for his clients,” she added tolerantly. “I’m glad we had Iantine sit up close. I want to see his sketches of the trial. I wish he could work as fast with my portrait.”

  “Your portrait is scarcely the same thing as annotating a trial. And he’s to come to Benden when he’s finished with you two, you know.”

  Zulaya was pleased to hear the pride in Irene’s voice when she mentioned Iantine. He was a Bendenian.

  “You mean, when he’s finished sketching our riders.”

  Irene gave a wistful smile, tinged with sadness. “You’ll be glad he did. I wonder will he do the same thing for us at Benden?”

  “Whatever he can fit in, I’m sure. That young man’s got himself more work than he can handle.”

  “If he can get it all done before . . . oh, the jury’s back.”

  The twelve men and women, picked at random by straw from those who had come to observe, had listened to all the evidence. Tashvi, Bridgely, and Franco had sat as judges. Now a silence descended over the room, so intense that a cough was quickly muffled.

  The three rapists were accounted guilty as charged, and three more were sentenced as accessories, since they had helped pin the victims down. The penalty for the rape of a pregnant woman was castration, which was to be carried out immediately. The others were to receive forty lashes, well laid on by Telgar’s large and strong stewards.

  “They were lucky there isn’t Fall,” Zulaya remarked to Irene, Lady Thea, and K’vin. “Otherwise they could also have been tied out during the next Fall.”

  Despite herself, Thea gave a shudder. “Which is probably why there are so few cases of rape recorded in our hold’s annals.”

  “Small wonder,” K’vin said, crossing his legs again. Zulaya had noticed his defensive position and her lips twitched briefly. He turned away. His weyrmate had nearly cheered aloud when the verdict was delivered.

  “You can’t do that to me,” one of the guards was roaring now as he belatedly realized the significance of the verdict. He had been the leader of the men stationed at the eastern border crossing. The other defendants were too stunned, their mouths moving in soundless protest, Morinst being loud enough to drown out any complaint they could voice. “You’re none of you my Lord,” he’d railed at three Lord Holder judges. “You’ve got no right to do this.”

  “And you had no right to rape a pregnant woman!”

  “But Chalkin ain’t even here.” The man writhed in the grip of his guards.

  “Chalkin’s presence would have had no effect on the trial or the verdict,” Tashvi said at his most repressive.

  “But he should’ve been here!” Morinst protested.

  “He was invited to attend,” Tashvi said without regret.

  “He’s gotta know. You can’t do nothin’ without him knowing. I gotta contract with him.”

  “To rape, torture, and humiliate?” Bridgely asked in too soft a voice.

  Morinst clamped his lips shut. He struggled more violently as the bailiffs aimed him toward the exit. And his punishment. Not that he could escape either the sentence or the Weyr. The other two were still too stunned to resist their removal to the infirmary where the verdict would be carried out. Those to be lashed were brought outside, though not all the audience followed to witness the corporal punishment.

  When that, too, had been completed and the men removed to have their wounds treated, the observers filed back into the Lower Cavern. While this was scarcely an occasion for celebration, except that justice had been served, a substantial meal had been prepared. Wine was the first item sought and served.

  “You were superb, M’shall,” Irene said when her weyrmate joined her, a newly opened skin of Benden wine on his shoulder, “and do please give me a glass. Though I’m sure you need one more than I. Nice of Bridgely to supply it,” she added to Zulaya.

  “I think we all need it,” the Telgar Weyrwoman said, glancing over to where the three plaintiffs were celebrating with considerable enthusiasm. Well, let them. “Now what do we do?”

  “Well, we’ve the second trial to get through. I hope it goes as well,” M’shall said.

  “No, with them,” and his weyrmate pointed to the three women.

  “Oh. That them. They say they just want to go back to their homes. Not going to let Chalkin take it because they’re not there holding their places.” He made a grimace. “Some of them don’t really have much to go back to. Chalkin’s bullies burned what was flammable and pulled down what they could. I’d say the storms kept more damage from being done. But,” and he altered the grimace to a grin, “give ’em credit. They do own what they hold and now they know it. It may give them a tad more backbone next time they’re chivvied, and more pride in what they do. They’ve also asked for groundcrew training.”

  “Nothing like losing something—however briefly—to value what you have,” Thea said. “On the practical side, though, I think High Reaches can supply some basic items. Anyone organizing that?” She glanced about at others in the group. “D’you have numbers yet?’

  “Actually we do,” Zulaya said, including Irene in her nod. “Three hundred and forty-two—no, forty-three with that premature baby. It’s very good of you to offer, Thea.”

  Thea snorted. “I’ve reread the Charter, too, and know my duty to my fellow creatures. You wouldn’t also happen to know how many poor wretches hold in Bitra?”

  M’shahl had that answer. “Of course, you can’t tell if Chalkin doctored the last census or not, but he’s supposed to have 24,657 inhabitants.”

  “Really?” Zulaya was surprised.

  “But then, Bitra’s one of the smaller holds and doesn’t have any indigenous industry—apart from some forestry. The mining’s down to what’s needed locally. There’re a few looms working but no great competition for Keroon or Benden.”

  “And the gaming,” Thea said with a disgusted sniff.

  “That’s Chalkin’s main industry.”

  “Well, he’s lost a lot on this gamble,” Zulaya said.

  “Has he?” K’vin wanted to know.

  The second trial was almost anticlimactic. Gardner again represented the seven defendants accused of “allegedly causing grievous bodily harm and death” to five innocent men and women.

  While Gardner again stipulated that the men had only been following orders to “restrain by any means” anyone trying to cross the border out of Bitra Hold, their putative domicile, it was claimed that unnecessarily severe restraint had been used and caused the deaths of persons who should not have been denied “lawful” exit and a usurpation of their basic Chartered Right to freedom of movement.

  The subsequent mutilation and/or torture of the seven, the prosecution said, was not inherent in the order to “restrain by any means.” Chalkin had no right to take the lives of any holders without due cause and/or trial by jury.

  The day’s jury retired and, within half an hour, unanimously rendered a verdict of guilty. The men were sentenced to be transported to the Southern Islands by dragonback with a seven-day supply of food, which was the customary punishment for murderers.

  “Are there many on the islands?” Thea asked. “I mean, there have been others sequestered there. Even families, I read, but that was years ago.”

  Zulaya shrugged. “Telgar’s never had to take anyone there, so I wouldn’t know.”

  “Benden hasn’t,” Irene said, “at least not as long as we’ve been Leaders.”

  “My father sent two,” Paulin said. “And I do believe that both Ista and Nerat have sent killers there.”

  “Chalkin did, too,” Gallian surprised them by saying. “About four years ago. I don’t know where I heard about them. Some sort of real trouble down in his hold and he had Ista transport them since the men originated from that hold.”

  “Oh, I remember now,” I
rene said. “M’shall only mentioned he was glad he hadn’t had to do the transport.”

  “Maybe we should send Chalkin’s men there when they can travel,” Zulaya said.

  “No, let him see that we won’t tolerate his methods of holding,” Irene said, her tone implacable. “Maybe he’ll come to his senses.”

  “That’ll be the day!” Zulaya said facetiously.

  When snow had melted sufficiently to allow any travel out of Bitra, Chalkin did send another blistering note of protest to Paulin, making it plain that he intended to demand compensation at the Turn’s End Conclave for the “ritual disfigurement of men only doing their duty.” This time, however, an elderly green rider collected the message when the urgent banner was seen flying from the panel heights of Bitra Hold. F’tol endured a long harangue from Chalkin that the letter had better be delivered, that dragonriders were parasites on the face of Pern, that there’d be some changes made or . . . F’tol was neither intimidated nor impressed. Stoically, he took the letter and responsibly delivered it.

  Whether Chalkin knew, or cared, that the refugees had been returned to their holdings was not known. F’tol was reasonably sure that would have been included in the tirade since Chalkin seemed to have included every other shortcoming, mistake, and venial sin ever committed by a dragonrider.

  Both Telgar and Benden Weyrs made daily checks on the returned, to reassure them as well as those concerned with their welfare. Of course, the conditions in Bitra, with dragon-high drifts blocking major roads and tracks, made it improbable that any of Chalkin’s men would have been able to move, much less go the distance to the far-flung properties.

  Benden Hold and Weyr became the latest winter victims as the blizzards which had hovered over Bitra made their way eastward, coating the eastern seaboard, even down into the northern section of Nerat, which hadn’t seen any snow since the settlement of the Bendens in the early decades of the First Fall.

  The dragons were the only living creatures who didn’t mind the snow, since their tough hide was impervious to its cold as well as between. They much enjoyed the snow battles that the Weyrfolk indulged in, and then the warmth of sun intensified by the white landscape, so they lounged in reflected glory.