donât have to see them. So, heâs hollering, and the two brothers are searching him and yelling, âWhere is it?â and then the Bishop comes in and yells at them to stop, and they drop the priest on his head because they had finished searching him and whatever they were looking for, he didnât have it. So, the priest gets back up and dusts himself off, then he looks at the Bishop and shakes his head, and that sets the brothers off again, and they start shoving the priest around, and the Bishop is shouting at them to stop, and thatâs when things got out of hand and spilled out of the house.â
âSo the Bishop was creating a diversion for his holy burglar,â I mused. âNice plan, thwarted by a pesky little apprentice fool. Did you get a good look at the drawer where this mysterious book came from?â
âOf course,â she said proudly. âIt was a small drawer, and it had a lock on it.â
âBut it was open,â I said.
âYes, and it didnât look forced,â she said.
âEither someone picked the lock, or someone had a key,â said Claudia. âWould Borsellaâs keykeeper have one?â
âMaybe,â I said. âBut for a desk drawer in his private office? That sounds like something Borsella would keep to himself.â
âThat could be what he was killed for,â said Claudia. âTo get the key to get the book.â
âThe key for the book, and the book is the key,â I agreed. âBut the key to what? And why would the Bishop want to steal the book? If it contained a record of his debt to Borsella, then stealing the book wouldnât erase the debt. And most debts, while embarrassing, are not worth killing for.â
âEven for a bishop?â asked Helga.
âEspecially for a bishop,â I said.
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We got up at the unfoolish dawn so that we could get decent seats at the assizes. For all that, there was a good-sized crowd of the curious and the unoccupied waiting at the gates of the Château Narbonnais. A guard let them in in groups of ten, his lips moving as he counted.
The château was actually a group of connected buildings, holding the courts, the consulate, and the Countâs residence. Three towers dominated the rest of the complex. The Tower of the Eagle and the Round Tower flanked the gate through which we passed, while the Grand Tower, presumably the bastion of last resort, was set back in the interior. Crenelated walls, maybe twenty-five feet in height, enclosed the rest.
âWhatâs interesting about this place is that it seems intended more to withstand an attack from within the city than it is to defend it from without,â I observed. âThat says something for the confidence of the counts over the years.â
âSome of those walls look ancient,â said Claudia.
âThey say one section goes back to when Julius Caesar conquered Gaul,â I said.
âHe should have stayed here,â said Claudia. âItâs much nicer than Rome.â
The Palace of Justice contained both the courts of assizes and appeals. The benches in the courtroom were set up rectangularly so that everyone was faced toward the center of the room. A coffin holding the late Milon Borsella rested on a pair of trestles.
Jordan was already inside, and waved us over to a section of empty bench beside him. We squeezed in, Helga sitting on my lap.
âThanks,â I said. âI didnât expect to see you here.â
âItâs the major gossip in town,â he said. âI need to keep up. Besides, youâve aroused my curiosity. Look, thereâs Calvet coming in. Ah, and thereâs the family. We should be starting soon.â
The Borsella brothers entered, the widow Béatrix between them. She was in black and veiled, leaning on Bonet for support. We all stood in respect until they sat down on a front bench directly by the coffin.
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