'They never do,' I say. 'If you're trying to put me off, Cicerius, you're wasting your time.
'I am not trying to put you off. It was I who recommended you to the Senator's wife.'
'I'd have expected you to be cheering on the prosecution, not helping with the defence.'
'I do not intend to help with the defence,' says Cicerius, sharply. 'But I wish to ensure that the matter is properly investigated.'
Are you telling me that Lodius is facing a phoney charge and your conscience is bothering you?'
Cicerius glares at me. He's seconds away from giving me a lecture about my manners but he restrains himself, probably because he has more important things to be getting on with.
'No. There is some evidence against the Senator. How strong it is, I'm not certain. If he's guilty I won't be displeased to be rid of him. Senator Lodius is a disgrace to the city and has caused us great harm over the years. Now, with the enemy practically at the gates, he's a disruptive force we could well do without. Yet. . .'
Cicerius lets the next sentence hang in the air. I catch his drift. The Deputy Consul is one of the few politicians in the city with any real integrity. He might be rather too keen to see himself publicly honoured, but he's never taken a bribe. Even though it would suit him to have Lodius out of the way, he can't bring himself to see an injustice done.
'My assistant Hansius will appraise you of the details. After which you will be permitted to visit Senator Lodius. Meanwhile, I think it best if you step down from the Lesser War Council. Everyone is appalled at the tragic events of the last meeting. It may be awkward if one of the members were to be involved in defending the perpetrator of the crime.'
Alleged perpetrator.'
As you say. Alleged perpetrator.'
Cicerius nods, and strides out of the room. Off to admire his new statue, I expect. He doesn't wish me luck.
Chapter Nine
The evidence against Senator Lodius isn't especially strong but it might be strong enough to hang him if a better suspect doesn't come along. According to Hansius, information from the government's Sorcerers is inconclusive. The alignment of the moons has allowed them to look back in time but the results are murky. There were just too many people around to allow for a clear sight of every action. No one can say for sure if Lodius put poison in the food. Old Hasius the Brilliant is a master of examining the past but even his best efforts haven't managed to locate the precise moment when the pastry was poisoned. Too many people passed by the food and even the best sorcery can't pick up every detail of every movement by every person in a crowded room. If Lodius did slip something into the pastry it can't be proved by sorcery.
Hasius has examined the remains of the pastry. Of course he's picked up the aura of Lodius from it but that doesn't prove anything. Lodius isn't claiming he never touched the poisoned food. He admits handing it to Prefect Galwinius, but claims he simply picked it up from the food trolley, not knowing it was poisoned. Also on the pastry were the auras of the kitchen staff, Lodius's assistant, Galwinius, a Senator who picked up the pastry before changing his mind and putting it back on the trolley, and various others who have not yet been identified. It's surprising how many people touched that pastry before it was eaten. Given the enthusiastic way I attacked the food trolleys, it's fortunate I didn't pick it up myself.
According to Hansius, no one at the Abode of Justice believes that Lodius picked up the pastry by chance. If that were true it would seem to imply that an^tem of food was randomly poisoned and left on the food trolley for anyone to take. This doesn't make sense, unless the kitchen staff were feeling particularly murderous that day, but then these things generally don't make sense until you dig a little deeper. Just because there isn't another good suspect in view doesn't mean my client is guilty.
I point out to Hansius that the natural conclusion a person might draw from Senator Lodius ending up with a poisoned pastry on his plate is that someone was trying to poison the Senator. Hansius is shocked, or pretends to be.
'The Traditionals do not poison their political opponents.'
That's true, as far as I know, though I wouldn't swear they haven't had a few of them assassinated by other means.
The poison used was carasin, which is rare in these parts. It comes from a plant that grows far south of here, and ingestion is always fatal. It only has one other use, as far as anyone knows, which is as a binding agent in the manufacture of coloured vellum, the sort of thing ladies might use for writing fancy messages to their lovers.
'That looks very bad for Senator Lodius.'
'Why?'
'Because he owns the only workshop in Turai which manufactures coloured vellum. It is the source of much of his wealth.'
'So? Anyone could have got hold of carasin.'
Hansius doesn't think so. Senator Lodius's family holds the exclusive licence for the import of the substance. The licence was granted to Lodius's father back in the days when the family hadn't taken sides against the Traditionals. Hansius is impressed with this as evidence. I'm not.
'So Lodius is the only legal importer of carasin into Turai. A pastry poisoned with carasin ends up killing Galwinius. That sounds like someone is trying to frame my client.'
'Your client handed over the pastry. And he's the only importer.'
'Then it's a good frame. But it isn't.proof of his guilt. What's his motive?'
'The enormous law suit Galwinius was bringing against him,' says Hansius, quite smugly.
I purse my lips. There is, of course, the enormous law suit.
'You are familiar with the details?' asks Hansius.
'Run it by me again.'
'Prefect Galwinius was about to prosecute Senator Lodius for forging a will. The deceased, Comosius, died in Abelasi last year, leaving a large fortune. Comosius was a cousin of Prefect Galwinius, and as he died without issue the Prefect, as head of the family, had expected to inherit the estate. However, Senator Lodius produced a will which purported to show that Comosius left his entire estate to him. The Prefect alleged the will was a forgery, made in Abelasi at the behest of Senator Lodius. The case was about to be put to the courts and in the mean time the money has been frozen. The court case ends with the death of GaLwinius, which means that Lodius now inherits the money. You must admit that this is a strong motive and gives credence to the charge of murder.'
I admit it's a motive of sorts. The forging of wills, particularly of people who die abroad, is a long-standing problem. Prefect Galwinius wouldn't have been the first one to have been cheated out of money in this manner. But it seems unlikely to me that Senator Lodius would involve himself in an affair like this. He must know that the authorities have it in for him. Why run the risk? He's a wealthy man
'Senator Lodius's political campaigns have eaten deep into his family fortune in the past years,' says Hansius. And investigations by the Abode of Justice reveal him to be short of the money he needs to carry on.'
I leave with a lot to think about. Makri meets me at the gate and we climb back into the landus. She doesn't seem to mind that she's been waiting. She's been studying the architecture around her.
'Vaulted arches?'
A few. And a lot of other things. It's strange how the palace and all the buildings around it are so fine and Twelve Seas is such a dump. Why does the population still like the King?'
'That's a hard question to answer. Because they always have, I suppose. And he's a symbol of the nation.'
'He keeps himself very comfortable.'
'That's what kings do.'
'What did you learn from Hansius?'
'Sorcerous evidence is inconclusive but Prefect Galwinius was killed with a poison which only Lodius imports into Turai. Galwinius was about to prosecute Lodius for forging a will to get his hands on a lot of money. Lodius needs the money because he's broke. Now Galwinius is dead he gets to keep the money.'