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Belly of the Beast: Part 2 – Gresty’s Sentencing
A guard affixed manacles to Kham and Gresty. Then he dragged them both out before the magistrate. To Kham’s surprise, Egil was present at the witness stand.
Magistrate Ivan Edward Snell said, in a sharp and hasty manner, “the next charge on the list?”
“Wilfred Gresty,” bawled out one of the sergeants, at the full stretch of a powerful voice, opening, as he spoke, a door that led to another room where the undisposed “charges” were congregated together.
“And the charge?”
“Breaking and entering,” said the sergeant. “Trespassing and assault.”
“State your place of residence, sir,” said the magistrate.
“127a Brick Lane,” responded Gresty.
“How do you plead?”
“Guilty to all three charges, your honor. Though I claim the last accidental.”
The magistrate leaned forward. “Do tell.”
Gresty shuffled in place. “I’ve recently been…unwell. I had been having trouble sleeping, and my memory of the night in question is confused, to be honest, your honor.”
Snell sighed. “Try.”
“I know I couldn’t fall asleep at all and in the early hours, I must have gotten dressed and left the house. As I passed the Temple of Althares, I felt a compulsion to pray. I think I forced a window to enter.” Gresty held up his hands. “I must have bloodied my hands then. I remember praying before the altar, and then I heard Mr. Egil call out. I panicked, and ran out the door that Mr. Egil had come in. I didn’t see him as I ran out, or realize that I had knocked him over.”
Gresty turned to address Egil. “Very sorry, sir.”
Egil looked distraught, but he nodded back.
“Since you have no prior convictions, I’m fining you two silver pieces plus the cost to repair the property at the Temple of Althares.”
The magistrate banged his gavel as Kham was dragged to the stand.
“The next charge on the list?”
“Kham val’Abebi,” said the sergeant.
“And the charge?”
The sergeant took a deep breath. “Breaking and entering. Assault of a government official. Assault upon a Councilor’s personal guard. Incitement to riot. Murder of one Elijah Quelch.” The sergeant checked his list. “Oh yes, possession of an illegal substance: ghoul juice.”
The magistrate’s eyebrows rose with each charge. “Is there anything you haven’t done, Mr. val’Abebi? I’m afraid these charges are dire. I’m moving this to the Fortress of Justice.”
“If I may—“ interrupted Egil.
“Tell it to the High Justice.” The magistrate banged his gavel once more.
A guard affixed manacles to Kham and Gresty. Then he dragged them both out before the magistrate. To Kham’s surprise, Egil was present at the witness stand.
Magistrate Ivan Edward Snell said, in a sharp and hasty manner, “the next charge on the list?”
“Wilfred Gresty,” bawled out one of the sergeants, at the full stretch of a powerful voice, opening, as he spoke, a door that led to another room where the undisposed “charges” were congregated together.
“And the charge?”
“Breaking and entering,” said the sergeant. “Trespassing and assault.”
“State your place of residence, sir,” said the magistrate.
“127a Brick Lane,” responded Gresty.
“How do you plead?”
“Guilty to all three charges, your honor. Though I claim the last accidental.”
The magistrate leaned forward. “Do tell.”
Gresty shuffled in place. “I’ve recently been…unwell. I had been having trouble sleeping, and my memory of the night in question is confused, to be honest, your honor.”
Snell sighed. “Try.”
“I know I couldn’t fall asleep at all and in the early hours, I must have gotten dressed and left the house. As I passed the Temple of Althares, I felt a compulsion to pray. I think I forced a window to enter.” Gresty held up his hands. “I must have bloodied my hands then. I remember praying before the altar, and then I heard Mr. Egil call out. I panicked, and ran out the door that Mr. Egil had come in. I didn’t see him as I ran out, or realize that I had knocked him over.”
Gresty turned to address Egil. “Very sorry, sir.”
Egil looked distraught, but he nodded back.
“Since you have no prior convictions, I’m fining you two silver pieces plus the cost to repair the property at the Temple of Althares.”
The magistrate banged his gavel as Kham was dragged to the stand.
“The next charge on the list?”
“Kham val’Abebi,” said the sergeant.
“And the charge?”
The sergeant took a deep breath. “Breaking and entering. Assault of a government official. Assault upon a Councilor’s personal guard. Incitement to riot. Murder of one Elijah Quelch.” The sergeant checked his list. “Oh yes, possession of an illegal substance: ghoul juice.”
The magistrate’s eyebrows rose with each charge. “Is there anything you haven’t done, Mr. val’Abebi? I’m afraid these charges are dire. I’m moving this to the Fortress of Justice.”
“If I may—“ interrupted Egil.
“Tell it to the High Justice.” The magistrate banged his gavel once more.