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Michael Sullivan: The Crown conspiracy

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"What was all that ranting about us not being human?" Arista asked.

"He was clearly insane," Bishop Saldur said, approaching with Archibald Ballentyne in tow. Although he had never met the bishop in person, Hadrian knew who he was. Saldur greeted the prince and princess with a warm smile and fatherly expression. "It is so good to see you, Alric," he said, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "And my dear Arista, no one is more pleased than I about your innocence. I must beg your forgiveness, my dear, as I was misled by your uncle. He planted seeds of doubts in my mind. I should have followed my heart and realized you could not possibly have done the things he accused you of." He gently kissed her on one cheek and then the other.

The bishop looked down at the blood-soaked body at their feet. "I fear the guilt of killing the king was too much for the poor man, and in the end, he lost his mind completely. Perhaps he was certain you were dead, Alric, and seeing you in the hallway he took you for a ghost or a demon back from the grave to haunt him."

"Perhaps," Alric said skeptically, "well, at least it's over now."

"What about the dwarf?" Arista asked.

"Dwarf?" Alric replied. "How do you know about the dwarf?"

"He was the one who set the trap in the tower. He nearly killed Royce and me. Does anyone know where he has gotten to? He was just here."

"He's responsible for far more than that. Mauvin run and tell the marshal to organize a search immediately," Alric instructed.

"Right away," Mauvin nodded and ran off.

"I, too, am pleased you are all right, Your Highness," Archibald told the prince. "I was told you were dead."

"And were you here to pay your respects to my memory?"

"I was here by invitation."

"Who invited you?" Alric asked and looked at the slain corpse of Braga. "Him? What dealings does an Imperialist earl of Warric and a traitorous archduke have in Melengar?"

"It was a cordial visit, I assure you."

Alric glared at the earl. "Get out of my kingdom before I have you seized as a conspirator."

"You wouldn't dare," Archibald returned. "I am a vassal of King Ethelred. Seize me or even treat me roughly and you risk war-a struggle Melengar can ill afford, particularly now with an inexperienced boy at the helm."

Alric drew his sword, and Archibald took two steps back. "Escort the earl out before I forget Melengar has a treaty of peace with Warric."

"Times are changing, Your Highness," Archibald called to the prince as guards led him away. "The New Empire is coming, and there is no place for an archaic monarchy in the new order."

"Is there no way I can throw him in the dungeon, even for a few days?" Alric asked Pickering. "Can I try him as a spy perhaps?"

Before Pickering could reply, the Bishop Saldur spoke. "The earl is quite right, Your Highness, any hostile act made against Ballentyne would be considered by King Ethelred to be an act of war against Chadwick. Just consider how you would respond if Count Pickering here were hanged in Aquesta. You wouldn't stand for it anymore than he would. Besides, the earl is all bluster. He is young and merely trying to sound important. Forgive him his youth. Have you not made errors in judgment as well?"

"Perhaps," Alric muttered. "Still, I can't help but suspect that snake is up to no good. I just wish there was some way I could teach him a lesson."

"Your Highness?" Hadrian said, stopping him. "If you don't mind, Royce and I have friends in the city we'd like to check on."

"Oh, yes, of course, go right ahead," Alric responded. "But there is the matter of payment. You've done me a great service," he said, looking fondly at his sister. "I intend to honor my word. You can name your price."

"If it is all right, we'll get back to you on that," Royce said.

"I understand," the prince said, revealing a hint of concern, "But I do hope you will be reasonable in your request and not bankrupt the kingdom."

"You should address the court," Pickering told Alric.

Alric nodded and he, Arista, and Mauvin disappeared down the stairs. Pickering lingered behind with the two thieves.

"I think there's a chance that boy will actually make a decent king," he mentioned once the prince was too far away to hear. "I had my doubts in the past, but he seems to have changed. He is more serious, more confident."

"So, the sword is magic after all." Hadrian motioned toward the rapier.

"Hmm?" Pickering looked down at the sword he wore at his side and grinned. "Oh, well, let's just say it gives me an edge in a battle. That reminds me, why were you letting Braga beat you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you fighting when we first came up. Your stance was defensive, your strokes all parries and blocks. You never once attacked."

"I was frightened," Hadrian lied. "Braga won so many awards and tournament competitions, and I haven't won any."

Pickering looked puzzled. "But not being noble born, you aren't allowed to enter a tournament."

Hadrian pursed his lips and nodded. "Now that you mention it, I suppose you're right. You'd best see to your wounds, your lordship. You're bleeding on your nice tunic."

Pickering glanced down and looked surprised to see the slice Braga gave him across the chest. "Oh, yes, well, it doesn't matter. The tunic is ruined from the cut anyway, and the bleeding seems to have stopped."

Mauvin returned and trotted over to them. He stood next to his father, his arm around his waist. "I have soldiers looking for the dwarf, but so far no luck." Despite the bad news, Mauvin was smiling broadly.

"What are you grinning at?" his father asked.

"I knew you could best him. I did doubt it for a time, but deep down, I knew."

The count nodded and a thoughtful expression came over his face. He looked at Hadrian. "After so many years of doubt, it was fortuitous I had the opportunity and good fortune to defeat Braga, particularly with my sons watching."

Hadrian nodded and smiled. "That's true."

There was a pause as Pickering studied his face and then he placed a hand on Hadrian's shoulder. "To be quite honest, I for one am very pleased you're not noble Mr. Hadrian Blackwater, quite pleased indeed."

"Are you coming, your lordship?" Sir Ecton called, and the count and his sons headed off.

"You didn't really hold back on Braga so Pickering could kill him, did you?" Royce asked after the two were left alone in the hallway.

"Of course not. I held him off because it's death for a commoner to kill a noble."

"That's what I thought." Royce sounded relieved. "For a minute, I thought you'd gone from jumping on the good-deed wagon to leading the whole wagon train."

"Sure the gentry appear all nice and friendly, but if I'd killed him, even though they wanted him dead anyway, you can be sure they wouldn't be patting me on the back saying good job. No, it's best to avoid killing nobles."

"At least not where there are witnesses," Royce said with a grin.

As they headed out of the castle, they heard Alric's voice echoing "…was a traitor to the crown and responsible for the murder of my father. He attempted to murder me and to execute my sister. Yet, due to the wisdom of the princess and the heroism of others, I am standing here before you."

This was followed by a roar of applause and cheers.

Chapter 10: Coronation Day

Sixty-eight people had died, and over two hundred bore wounds from what became known as the Battle of Medford. The timely attack by the citizenry at the gate precipitated the prince's entrance into the city, and arguably saved his life. Once news spread through the city of Alric's return, all resistance ended. This restored peace but not order. For several hours after the battle, roving gangs took the opportunity to loot shops and storehouses, mostly along the riverfront. A shoemaker died defending his cobbler shop, and a weaver was badly beaten. In addition to the general thieving, the sheriff, his two deputies, and a moneylender were murdered. Many believed there were those who took advantage of the chaos to settle old scores. The killers were never identified, and no one bothered to look for the looters. In the end, no one was even arrested; it was enough that the violence was over.

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