Verdict of the Court
“Heptad 33 Composing a satire Repeating a satire Mocking a manner of speech Casting scorn on professional ability Mocking a person’s appearance Making public a physical blemish Giving a nickname that endures.
‘Here’s the person that we all want to see,’ said Turlough boisterously when Mara came into the great hall. All faces turned smilingly towards her. It seemed, she thought, still like a merry festive gathering, not a hall where last night a man, well known to all of these guests, had been mu...rdered in the presence of his friends and neighbours.
‘What can I do for you, my lord?’ she queried pleasantly.
‘It’s just that Maccon has to go home tomorrow morning,’ he said. ‘We really do need to have the bustard hunt today.’ ‘I’m afraid that you will all have to be patient for a while longer,’ she said smoothly. It was no good, she thought, wishing that her husband had a bit more sense than to tackle her in public like this. He was who he was. ‘I can make no promises – no confession of guilt has been made and my investigations have produced several possibilities.’ She allowed that sentence to hang and was pleased to find that the hearty, bloodthirsty expressions of the eager faces turned towards her changed to surreptitious and slightly guilty sidelong glances at each other.MoreLess
‘Here’s the person that we all want to see,’ said Turlough boisterously when Mara came into the great hall. All faces turned smilingly towards her. It seemed, she thought, still like a merry festive gathering, not a hall where last night a man, well known to all of these guests, had been mu...rdered in the presence of his friends and neighbours.
‘What can I do for you, my lord?’ she queried pleasantly.
‘It’s just that Maccon has to go home tomorrow morning,’ he said. ‘We really do need to have the bustard hunt today.’ ‘I’m afraid that you will all have to be patient for a while longer,’ she said smoothly. It was no good, she thought, wishing that her husband had a bit more sense than to tackle her in public like this. He was who he was. ‘I can make no promises – no confession of guilt has been made and my investigations have produced several possibilities.’ She allowed that sentence to hang and was pleased to find that the hearty, bloodthirsty expressions of the eager faces turned towards her changed to surreptitious and slightly guilty sidelong glances at each other.MoreLess
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