Béatrix took a handkerchief from her sleeve and pressed it to her mouth.
âBy the door,â whispered Helga.
A priest was entering as the crowd settled back into their seats. He took a bench by the far wall, pulling his cowl down. It was the first time that I got a good look at his face, which was slightly reminiscent of a greyhound, but he was the one who had been with the Bishop.
âThe priest by the door,â I murmured to Jordan. âKnow him?â
âFather Mascaron,â replied Jordan. âThe Bishopâs right-hand man. Why?â
âHe and the surviving Borsella brothers nearly came to blows in public yesterday.â
âNo!â exclaimed Jordan, and people turned to shush him.
A pair of guards holding halberds took up position on either side of the coffin, then thumped the floor for silence.
âIn the name of Raimon the Sixth, Count of Toulouse, I open these proceedings,â said Calvet, standing by the coffin. âAn inquiry into the death of Milon Borsella. Who found him?â
âI did,â said a man wearing mail over a leather coat, an iron hat plopped atop a thick, round head.
âApproach and give your name,â said the baile.
âStephen de Villanova,â said the man. âMember of the nightwatch.â
âTake the oath,â ordered the baile, and the soldier was sworn in. âReport.â
âI was making my rounds, walking along the canal, making sure no one had fallen in, which is what I usually have to do,â began de Villanova. âThere are taverns near the Bazacle, and those coming home canât always tell the path from the water, or go off the path to relieve themselves, so Iâm half the night hauling them out and pointing in the right direction.â
âShouldnât you be locking them up?â asked the baile.
âNot enough jails in Toulouse for all the drunks out after gates close,â said the soldier, and there was a quiet, amused murmur of agreement from the room.
âFair enough,â said the baile. âContinue.â
âWell, right around dawn breaking, I heard a splash off to my left, and I thought, here we go again,â said de Villanova. âThen I realized it wasnât from the canal, and I hurried, because I figured someone went into one of the tanning pits, and that could blind a man if he doesnât get help. But there were a lot of pits to check, and it wasnât until I got to the fourth one that I saw him.â
âHow did he appear?â asked the baile.
âHe was floating face down,â said the soldier. âI could see he was dead right away. The back of his head was caved in, you can see it right here.â
âAnd you didnât try and remove him?â
âNot if he was dead,â said the soldier. âI sounded my horn and waited for help. We kept everything as it was until we found you, Senhor.â
âWhen you first saw him, did you see blood?â asked the baile.
âBack of his head was covered in it,â said the soldier, and there was a brief sob from Béatrix. âBegging your pardon, Domina. The waters in the pit washed it away by the time he was pulled out.â
âAnd you heard no outcry?â asked the baile. âNo blow being struck? No one fleeing into the night?â
âNo, no, and no, Senhor,â said the soldier. âWhoever did it was a quiet one. Might have been watching me the whole time, for all I know.â
âIf he was floating facedown, how did you know it was Milon Borsella?â asked the baile.
âThatâs what I wanted to know,â muttered my wife.
âI knew him,â said the soldier. âI recognized his clothes. And I saw him walking the other way early evening, when I was beginning my rounds.â
âWas it unusual for him to be out in your vicinity?â
âOh, no, your honor,â said the soldier. âHe lives in the bourg,
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