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A Roll of the Die - 1. Inception

Copyright© 2026 by Michael Loucks

Chapter 82: Day 108

Matthias, Milos, Karla, and Stefan departed Southham immediately following breakfast, accompanied by a patrol of mounted City Guardsmen who would escort them past the woods outside Southham. The Lord Mayor had sent word offering the patrol, and Milos and Matthias had gladly accepted. About an hour outside Southham, after they had passed the woods, Matthias thanked the Lieutenant leading the patrol, and the Guardsmen turned back towards Southham.

"The more I think about it," Milos said once the patrol had departed, "the more convinced I am that it will take a military operation of combined mounted troops and infantry to counter the Black Crows."

"I still believe that plays into their claims of injustice, oppression, and despotism," Matthias replied. "They won't attack a military formation, but they will point to it as proof that their claims about royalty and nobility are accurate."

"Then what?" Karla inquired.

"King Robert and the nobles must rule justly, fairly, and compassionately. That reduces the pool of recruits for the Black Crows' cause. You treat what they do as crimes, not as political acts. The people will then see the Black Crows as simple criminals."

"Explain Alton, please," Karla requested.

"An example to any wealthy merchants or Nobles who might support the Black Crows. Had Alton asked for mercy, it would have helped our cause and hurt his, which is, as I see it, why he declined. He effectively admitted complicity by what he said about the 'corrupt monarchy'."

"He was willing to die for an ignoble cause," Milos observed.

"One he considered as noble as your willingness to die to defend me."

"Surely you cannot believe that!" Milos protested.

"I didn't say that I believed it; I said he believed it. And in the end, that is all that matters."

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"Are there any places Alton instructed either of you not to go?" Lisette asked Penelope and Martha.

"No, Lady," Martha replied. "I was mostly only in the kitchen, the pantry, the cellar, and the dining room. I had no call to be upstairs."

"Only the room behind the door in Alton's room, Lady," Penelope replied. "I cleaned every other room in the house and changed linens in every bedchamber. The only thing out of the ordinary was his secret meetings in the middle of the night."

"I am no Lady!" Lisette protested. "I am in the employ of Count Matthias as a healer and alchemist, and I am not married to a Knight! Please call me Lisette. Did you see anything else suspicious or even slightly out of the ordinary?"

"No, La ... Lisette," Penelope replied. "It was only those meetings, and I was always in the servants' quarters at that time. I never went to Alton because he was ugly and fat, and Laurel would not have allowed it."

Lisette almost laughed at Penelope's statement, and she completely agreed with Penelope about Alton, who had clearly eaten too much food and drunk too much ale in his time. It was almost always rich merchants and nobles who were fat, though occasionally older Knights grew fat when they stopped training. The average peasant farmer or craftsman worked far too hard and had only sufficient — not excess — food.

"Thank you," Lisette said. "If you think of anything else — anything at all — please inform one of us."

Lisette left the kitchen and went to find Tristan, who was searching the library, one book at a time, as a code wheel could be made from thin metal or wood, and could easily be secreted in a book.

"Anything?" Lisette asked.

"No. He appears to have had a keen interest in historic tomes on a wide variety of topics. All are copies, not originals, but he still spent considerable funds having copies made. The value of the books in this room exceeds what most craftsmen would earn in a lifetime. I checked the shelves and found nothing out of the ordinary, nothing in the desk, and so far, nothing in the books."

"Neither servant had anything to add. Alton didn't reveal anything at all to them, and Penelope was never with him at night. He never instructed her to stay out of any rooms except the one connected to the master bedchamber and hidden by the tapestry. She was instructed to stay in her quarters during his late-night meetings."

"Just as Laurel was instructed to stay in the bedchamber during those meetings. Alton was clearly very secretive, and the only reason we suspected him was because one of his men gave him up."

"If you were him," Lisette asked, "where would you hide your codebook or code wheel?"

"Someplace it would never be found by accident, nor any place from which I could not quickly retrieve it. The secret room and safe were obvious good choices, as only he had access to those. I would find some secret place where the staff would not stumble upon it or see me retrieving it. Given the size, a secret compartment could be literally anywhere here in the house, or it could be hidden in plain sight — someplace we wouldn't look because it's too obvious."

"What about the inn?" Lisette suggested.

"An excellent thought," Tristan replied, "and something I should have considered! We should speak to Daphne and the others employed there."

"We should do that at once," Lisette declared.

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"Count Matthias?" a messenger called out just after mid-day, about halfway between the Shattered Shield and the Grinning Griffin.

"I am Count Matthias."

"I carry a message from your Lady wife, the Countess."

"Hand it to me, Messenger," Milos demanded. "Do not approach the Count."

Milos rode over to him, and the Messenger handed over the message. Milos rode the short distance to Matthias and handed it to him. Matthias broke the seal, unfolded the parchment, and read the message.

"It appears the Millers Guild is unhappy with me," Matthias said with a smile. "Messenger, were you paid to take a return message?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Tell my Lady wife I return tomorrow before mid-day, and will remain in Newtown one night. I do not arrive tonight, as I cannot travel safely at night."

"I will return at once, but will arrive very late."

"Do not disturb her then," Matthias said. "I will arrive before the mid-day meal, and it makes no sense for you to ride well into the night and disturb her sleep when she is not expecting an answer for at least two days. Keep the payment and ride with us to Langford and stay the night; I will cover the cost of your accommodations."

"Thank you, my Lord."

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"To my knowledge, no," Daphne said. "He would, of course, drink an ale with any friend who came to the inn, and would greet strangers, but he held no secret meetings here."

"I'd like to see this office, please," Tristan said.

"This way. It has but a desk, a chair, a safe, and ledgers. Dustin has reviewed the ledgers and looked in the safe."

"Does anyone have a key to the safe besides the one we took from Alton and handed over to Dustin yesterday?"

"The night porter, so guests are able to request their valuables or money entrusted to us for safekeeping."

"Did Alton ever travel?"

"Only once in the fifteen moons I have worked here. He journeyed to Hartswell to visit his elderly father when he was on his deathbed."

"Were there women other than Laurel?" Tristan asked.

"Not to my knowledge. None of us girls were interested, and neither were any female patrons."

"Thank you for your assistance."

"Perhaps you will wish to question me later?" Daphne asked, hopefully.

"Perhaps I will!"

Lisette, who had remained silent, rolled her eyes as the pretty serving girl returned to her duties.

"Keep your aim on the proper target!" Lisette teased.

"Oh, I am!" Tristan declared, staring at Daphne's rear.

"Not that one!" Lisette declared mirthfully. "Let's check the office and the safe, then speak to Laurel."

"Let me get the key from Dustin, and we'll begin."

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"What is your name?" Matthias asked the messenger as they rode towards the Grinning Griffin.

"Peter, my Lord."

"How long have you been a messenger?"

"Since I left the Army two years ago, having served as a scout for six years. I am also for hire as a guard for merchants."

"Would you consider joining a company of elite messengers I am forming? I would find the work and pay you regular wages each full moon."

"I would consider it, my Lord. Having a regular wage would be a significant benefit. It is not that I am wanting for work, but it can be irregular at times. When do you intend to begin offering messenger services?"

"In about a moon. Present yourself at Newtown in a half-moon, and we will discuss the details."

"I will do so!"

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After a careful search, Tristan and Lisette found nothing out of the ordinary in the small office at the inn. As for the large safe, aside from a small amount of coin from receipts, it contained only the property of guests, properly itemized in a ledger kept locked in the safe. After a brief discussion of their next steps, they went to speak to Laurel.

"I honestly do not know more than I have told you," she said.

"How long were you with Alton?" Lisette asked.

"Just over a year."

"Were you pledged?"

"No, but our arrangement precluded me from being with others."

"Arrangement?" Tristan asked.

"In exchange for companionship, I had a nice place to live and sufficient money to buy what I wanted. He didn't interfere with me being with my friends, nor chase after girls in his employ, and he always treated me kindly."

"How did you meet?" Lisette asked.

"Not long after his wife died, he came to the cloth shop where I was a clerk at the time. He struck up a conversation, and after a few minutes, asked if I would have a meal with him. I knew he was wealthy, so I agreed. We met for a meal, he proposed the arrangement, and, as I was not in a relationship, nor did I have any prospect of landing a suitor similar to Alton, I agreed."

Lisette knew such arrangements were not uncommon in the cities, especially with widowed men. Often, they led to lasting relationships and even children, though usually not to marriage, to protect the inheritance of children they had fathered with their legal wives.

"What will you do now?" Lisette asked.

"I don't know. I would like to speak to Count Matthias."

"He is married," Lisette said, having detected Laurel's intent.

"I see," Laurel said, trying to conceal her disappointment.

"You should speak with him when he returns," Lisette suggested. "While that kind of arrangement is not possible, he is generous, kind, and compassionate. If he is able to help you, he will."

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Matthias, Milos, Karla, Stefan, and Peter made it to the Grinning Griffin about an hour before dusk, having traveled without incident.

"That rake bastard is not with you, is he?" Iosif, the innkeeper, asked accusingly.

"Watch how you speak to the Count," Milos warned.

"It's fine, Milos," Matthias said. "No, Iosif, he is not. He remained behind in Southham."

"The further, the better. You may stay. There are two rooms, and your man and the boy can stay in the common sleeping area."

"Thank you," Matthias replied.

With all the traveling Matthias had now done in Nystria, he fully understood what the lack of a proper communication system prevented — ease of making reservations and the use of credit cards. Those would greatly facilitate travel, but were unlikely to exist in Nystria even for his grandchildren's grandchildren.

Certainly, it was possible, with sufficient time and forethought, to arrange rooms in advance and secure letters of credit; however, that would require sending a courier to each location before travel commenced, allowing for no last-minute contingencies. Until at least a telegraph system existed, such things were not really possible.

The telegraph was a trivial device to build, and Matthias had built one in his eighth-grade electricity and electromagnetism class. The challenge in Nystria was twofold — a reliable source of electricity and insulated copper wire. Both were in the distant future, even with the advancements he was introducing, and again, unlikely to be seen by his grandchildren's grandchildren. That said, it was possible to build a battery with materials extant in Nystria, so perhaps there was a way.

 
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