No Attorneys to Plead My Case?

Jaban 15, 1013

“… And the men want me to tell you that there’s been a bat flying around the bars of her cell last night and the night before. I can’t imagine why they think it’s important, but they insisted that I tell you, sir,” Master Tower sighed. “I don’t know what to do about her, sir, and that’s no mistake. I’ve had prisoners who don’t eat once they’re under a sentence of death, but … she hasn’t even been tried yet.”

Will took a deep breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had been up to his elbows in the business of Marigold Thatcher since Ada, Corentin and Celeste’s nurse, had nervously knocked on her office door the day before yesterday with her even-more nervous husband in tow. Artyom Orlov had had quite a story to tell — and Will was afraid that his story was only the beginning.

No. He was not afraid. He was determined that Orlov’s story would only be the beginning — of Will’s involvement, that was.

In the meantime, he had to make some reply to Master Tower, so he picked the least problematic element of that statement — from his perspective, at least. “You don’t frequent the brothel, do you?”

“What? No! Of course not!” Master Tower protested — then fixed Will with a suspicious glance, as if he was wondering if Will was a frequent customer there.

“Then you wouldn’t know that one of the … er … workers there is a vampire.”

The color drained out of Master Tower’s face.

“But–but as far as I know, she’s quite harmless if not … provoked,” Will replied. “And even when provoked, she’s more given to threats than actual harm.” The rumors of how she had scared the living daylights out of Sir Mordred had reached even Will’s ears. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, and Jessie was as in the dark as he was. But Will felt himself disinclined to worry until he had something more concrete.

“We have her — her madam under arrest, languishing away in a cell, not eating, barely getting up from her bed,” Master Tower muttered. “If that isn’t provoking, what is?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it,” Will replied. If things went well today, then Will would send Benoic around to the brothel to inform the women there that Marigold would be safe. That ought to keep Mirelle from acting, with any luck.

Master Tower blinked. “I’ve got a vampire flapping around my prison, and you tell me not to worry?”

“It’s …” Will cracked a knuckle. “It’s complicated. But–but I’ve always found that Sims like Marigold, like Mirelle … they tend to be inclined to live and let live as long as you’re willing to do the same. That’s been our experience here in Albion, anyway.”

“Even with Lady Morgause?” asked Master Tower, one eyebrow arching.

Will managed half a smile. “It’s one major case in twenty-odd years. I’d call that a good record.”

“… I suppose,” Master Tower replied. Will supposed that was the closest he would come to saying, If that’s a good record, I’d hate to see what you call a bad one!

“We’d best go up and see to her,” Will answered, starting to mount the stairs. “I have … questions.”

“Are you sure she’ll talk to you, sir?”

Will gulped, glad that Master Tower couldn’t see that. “I–I hope so.” He hadn’t the slightest idea how he would untangle this mess if Marigold wouldn’t cooperate. He had Orlov’s story, and Jessie and Penelope between them had managed to bring to light some … interesting facts. There was also what Widow Thatcher had said about Brother Tuck. Together, that would probably be enough to convince the King, but perhaps not the council. Perhaps not even Lord Pellinore.

One problem at a time, Will, said a voice that sounded like Will’s better sense. Get Marigold’s story first. Then–then worry about the rest of it.

Sound advice. He doubted he would take it.

He knew which cell was Marigold’s immediately upon getting to the top of the stairs. It was the only one with a captain standing outside of it. The captain stood to attention and saluted, his gaze going instantly to Master Tower. “There’s no change, sir.”

Master Tower sighed. But Will had a question. “Have you been watching the prisoner this whole time, captain?”

“Fer me whole shift, m’lord.”

“Through her mealtime?”

“Aye, m’lord. She didn’t eat nothin’.”

“Did she drink anything?”

Drink anything?” repeated Master Tower, mystified.

“We don’t let our prisoners have drink, sir! M’lord!” the captain protested.

“No–not drink. But water. Ale? Small beer?”

The captain scratched his head. “Water, usually, fer the — the common lot. She drank all that. She drank it right fast.”

“She drank the water?” Master Tower glared. “Why wasn’t I told about this?”

“I–I didn’t think it were important, sir. The important thing is — she ain’t eatin’. She …” The captain looked over his shoulder, into the cell. “She’s givin’ up awful fast, she is. That … usually don’t happen.”

But she’s not giving up — is she? “Let me have a look,” said Will.

“M’lord, ye don’t–”

“I want to.” And with those magic words, the captain gulped, look at Master Tower, shrugged, and stepped out of the way.

Will saw Marigold in the cell, right in easy sight of the door. She was lying on the ground, curled up on herself. He could barely see the rise and fall of her breathing.

All the guards would notice was her breathing and the fact that she wouldn’t even use the bed. They would not, Will thought, notice that Marigold’s head was just in the lone patch of sunlight creeping in from the window. He could see the shadows of the bars over her face and shoulders. He could also see the leaves on her head: dull and falling, wilting even.

Wilting. Jessie had told Will everything he needed to know about Plantsims over breakfast this morning. It was what Plantsims did when they were in distress. It was not easy to distress a Plantsim, given that they only needed sunlight, water, and love — and Lord knew that the first two were in good supply even to the poor. But how many of the three was Marigold getting here? She was lucky she had been put into a south-facing cell. If her cell had faced north …

Will wouldn’t think of that. He had no idea how he’d go about charging a monk with murder. Attempted murder had been enough of a stretch with Lady Morgause.

“Marigold?” Will asked. “Can you hear me?”

She moaned. Her head lifted a few inches. It fell just as quickly with another moan.

Will turned to Master Tower and the captain. “We need to get her up to the roof. Immediately.”

“The roof?” repeated the captain, the incredulous words slipping out before the brain caught up, to judge by the look on his face.

“Aye. The roof. She needs sunlight, and she needs it now. If you could please …?” Will gestured to the cell door.

Master Tower hurried forward and unlocked it. Then the captain took up one of Marigold’s arms and draped it over his shoulder; Master Tower took the other before Will could step in.

Somehow, the two of them managed to get Marigold up the first set of stairs. The second set was easier. As soon as the sunlight fell on her, Marigold perked up. Will could practically see the leaves on her head grow firmer and stronger. She couldn’t quite get up the stairs on her own power, but with one hand on the wall and the other arm still over the captain’s shoulder, she was able to get to the top.

Once there, she stood firm and unwavering on her own two feet, her face turned to the sun, breathing long and deep.

“How …” murmured the captain.

“Sunlight, water, and love,” Will replied, keeping his voice low. “It’s what they need.”

“Wright Almighty,” replied the captain, making the sign of the plumbbob over himself. Will ignored it. Marigold, luckily, didn’t seem to notice as she took step after shaking step into the sun.

Then, without warning, she turned around. The color was gone from her face again. “Daisy!”

“She’s fine.” Will stepped forward. “She wasn’t taken.”

“Not–not right away. But later?” Marigold’s lip quavered.

“She won’t be,” Will replied. “There are two guards posted outside–your house. And my father gave strict orders to the barracks to give no assistance to Brother Tuck.” If that wasn’t the understatement of the year, Will didn’t know what was. “And — my lady wife set up wards around your house. If Brother Tuck and royal guards get close, she’ll know.” If a Princess telling Brother Tuck and the guards to stay away from the brothel didn’t do the trick, Will didn’t know what would. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. It wouldn’t do to tip his hand this early.

He took another step forward. “So … might you be willing to give a statement about what happened on the thirteenth of Jaban?”

Marigold visibly recoiled. “M’lord! Not likely! I ain’t sayin’ the words ter me ye put a noose around me neck!”

“Ye ain’t got no right ter say that!” The captain stepped forward, fist shaking. “Ye’ll answer his lordship’s questions, or else–”

“Or else nothing!” Will snapped. “Mar–er–Goody Thatcher,” Will continued, “I’m trying to help. I’m trying –”

“Ter help?” Her eyes narrowed. “Like Brother Tuck was tryin’ ter help, eh?”

She thought she had nothing to lose. Will reminded himself of that — several times. What reason would she have to cooperate when she thought she was doomed?

So Will took a deep breath and spoke softly. “No. Not like Brother Tuck was trying to help. Quite the opposite.” Before she could scoff, Will added, “He attempted to take an infant off my family’s lands. An infant who could well end up indentured to us someday. Do you think any nobleman is going to stand by and let that happen?”

Marigold blinked. “Perhaps …”

“The answer is no.” It wasn’t the whole answer — it wasn’t half the answer — but it was something Marigold could understand. Something she could believe. “Besides — remember what I did for Thorn. Do you think, after that, I would assist in the unjust prosecution of his mother?”

“Thorn …” Marigold’s tongue nervously darted out and made a pass over her lips. “Thorn hadn’t done nothin’ wrong.”

“Have you?”

Her eyes dropped. And then — she swayed. “Goody Thatcher, sit down, please.”

She peeked up at him through her lashes. “A woman like me can’t sit in the presence o’ a nobleman.”

Will’s only reply to that was to plop onto the hard stone floor of the tower. Marigold’s jaw fell — and then she sat down herself.

“Ain’t … ain’t they told ye what I did?” she asked, slowly.

“I’ve had the accounts of a few witnesses,” Will replied. “But why don’t you tell me what happened in your own words?”

“An’ ye’d better answer!” growled the captain.

“Captain, please–not now. I’m not questioning Goody Thatcher as a criminal. I’m questioning her as a … witness.”

“A–a witness? Ter what?”

Will only smiled.

She couldn’t meet that smile; she looked down and started to play with a loose thread on one of her skirts. “I–I blew pollen in the face o’ that–Brother. They told ye that, didn’t they?”

“It was mentioned.”

“They say that’s assaultin’ a churchman …”

Will’s fist clenched. Assaulting a churchman, his arse — as Tom would say. That was a feature of Glasonlander law that Albion could well do without. But that was a case he would have to make to the King, and he couldn’t do that without Marigold’s help. Without it, the best he might be able to do was persuade Lord Pellinore not to prosecute.

As it was … “But it isn’t, is it? Not really.”

“Say that ter the law,” Marigold muttered. “Say that ter the Brother.”

“The law has nothing to do with it. You did him no more harm than you might have if you’d sneezed on him. That’s hardly assault.”

Marigold’s gaze jerked up. “Ain’t so! A–a bit o’ pollen can–”

“It can’t,” Will interrupted. “And unless you want my wife to testify as much at your trial … I’d ask, once again, for you to answer my questions and tell me what happened.”

Jessie wouldn’t like the idea of testifying. She would point out to Will — she already had pointed out to Will — that that silly myth was one of the only protections that Plantsims had. They weren’t like vampires or werewolves, who could, to a certain extent, take care of themselves. But she would do it, on the off-chance that it came to it. She wouldn’t want to see an innocent woman who had only been trying to protect her child prosecuted.

And what was more important was that Marigold had no reason to believe that she wouldn’t. Will could see that by the way she went pale. “What–what d’ye want ter know?”

“What happened. In your own words, please. Master Tower, you brought your stylus and tablet with you, didn’t you?”

Marigold looked nervously at Master Tower fishing those items out. “If I tell ye …”

“This record won’t be used at your trial. I give you my word. Just tell me what happened.”

Marigold paled. But, slowly, haltingly, she told Will what had happened.

It tallied with Orlov’s story exactly, excepting, of course, those parts that Marigold hadn’t been able to see. But there were pieces that Marigold could fill in. She could tell Will, certainly and with no possible doubt, that Daisy was her child. She could confirm that the house was her property, deeded to her by Will’s grandfather. (Will decided he would save questions on exactly how and why that happened for later — hopefully never.) And altogether, that painted a very different tale than the one Brother Tuck would want told.

Will could use that. He would use that.

Marigold’s face suddenly fell. “Oh, Lord. I jest — I jest put me own neck in it, ain’t I?” she whispered.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ye’re …” She almost smiled. “Ye’ve got me where ye want me, ain’t ye?”

I’ve got somebody where I want him, all right. But not you. “I wouldn’t say that, Goody Thatcher. I swore to you that these words would not be used at your trial. And given what you told me, I can almost guarantee you that you won’t be put on trial.”

“‘Cause a Plantsim can’t expect that much when she assaults a churchman?”

“No. Because you haven’t done anything wrong.”

Marigold looked up. “What?”

“You sneezed on Brother Tuck. That’s the worst anyone could say. Even the King couldn’t call sneezing on him a crime.” Will should know; he’d sneezed on the King a few times when he was younger. “And there were … extenuating circumstances to say the least. Exculpating circumstances is more like it.”


“It means that you haven’t committed a crime that I can see, Goody Thatcher.”

“What? So–so I can go?”

Will winced. “Not … yet.” He’d have to get the charges dropped first. Thank the Lord that Albion didn’t have an ecclesiastical court system. And it never will while I can prevent it. If he managed this right, Brother Tuck need not even hear of Marigold’s release until Will was ready. And when Will was ready, it would be far too late for Brother Tuck to do anything about it.

Besides, Brother Tuck would be too busy trying to save his own hide.

“There are … certain formalities that have to be completed. But you will be treated well while you’re here.” He glared at Master Tower and the captain in equal measure. The captain snorted. Master Tower looked like he didn’t know what to think. “And I will probably have more questions for you before you’re released.”

“I told ye everythin’!”

Not everything. There were certain … preferences she hadn’t told him. But that was only because Will had not asked them. “It’ll help keep Daisy safe, Goody Thatcher. I promise.”

Marigold gasped. But that was the end of her protests. She bowed her head and stared at her skirts.

“So — thank you. Thank you for being so helpful. It will help you. And Daisy. And the rest of your … workers as well. I give you my word.” Will slowly climbed to his feet and dusted off his tunic. “You’ll be out soon. A few days at the most. And you won’t be treated as you were before.” That, too, was a promise.

A promise that, given Master Tower’s black look, Will had perhaps been over-hasty in making. “And — with all due respect, Sir William, how do you expect me to do that?” he hissed. “Do you want me to bring her into my quarters, with my family? Or–”

“I was hoping you would let her stay up here on the roof. Where she could get plenty of sun,” Will interrupted. “The captain was already guarding her, and he can continue to do so. And if you give her an increased water ration instead of a food one, she should be in much better condition than she was. She’ll be fine until she’s released.” It wasn’t giving her love, Will knew that — but perhaps hope would stand in for love.

“And how do you know she will be? She assaulted a churchman!”

“Who broke into her home by force and tried to remove her child.” Will let an arched eyebrow do the talking. “What would you do to a man who tried to do that to you? To your child? I know I’d do a hell of a lot more than just sneeze on him.”

Master Tower paled at the thought — much as Jessie had. At least he didn’t have a wand to reach for.

“But …” he whispered. “He’s still a churchman.”

“He is indeed. But Master Tower, as I think you and I know better than anyone … no one is immune from the laws of Albion. Not even churchmen.”

And especially not Brother Tuck.


22 thoughts on “No Attorneys to Plead My Case?

  1. YES! Yay! *dances in chair* I could kiss Will right now. I mean if he weren’t a bunch of pixels and married to a witch besides. Awesome, I am so glad he’s involved and he’s going to take steps to help Marigold and see that Brother Tuck gets into very big trouble for this.

    I still feel bad for Marigold. Christopher, who normally is one of my more favorite characters, is kinda on my bad side. That crack about putting Marigold in with his family was uncalled for. Especially as he almost killed her by not finding out what might be different about housing a plantsim. 😛

    I think Will might have an easier time with Pellinore if he frames it as what he’d do if someone had come into his house and tried to take one of his children away. Especially as he’s very protective of his children.

    But awesome for Will. I hope she’ll be back home soon. Maybe Mirelle can come for a visit in the evening and that will help her with her “love” that she needs. Even if all she does is fly around as a bat, they’d be together.

    • Y’know, I just realized that picture of Will looking at Marigold on the floor is eeriely similar to the one of Betsy finding Thorn in Garnet’s room. :-/

    • Jessie would not be happy about somebody else kissing her man, so it’s a good thing you’re not doing that! 😉 (Also, there’s a reason for Marigold looking so similar: it’s the same pose. And I did that on purpose. 😉 )

      Will would definitely have an easy time convincing Pellinore if he put it the way you’re putting it. Plus, of course, Pellinore has some skin in the game that Will isn’t aware of: Erin. Pellinore did promise to help her out if she needed it. If Will were to succeed against Tuck … she might never need that kind of help.

      Which isn’t to say that Pellinore wouldn’t want to help Erin if she needed it, just that he’d rather she not need it — and if Will is willing to fight that battle for him, well, why not?

      Mirelle would be helpful. She can’t get in because of the iron bars on Marigold’s window, but just knowing that she’s there could help Marigold a lot, especially since during the day she’ll get all the sunshine she needs and she’ll be getting all the water she needs as well. 🙂

      Thanks, andavri!

  2. I don’t blame Will — I wouldn’t really want to think too hard about my grandfather’s, uh, extracurriculars, either. But since Ban du Lac isn’t actually my grandfather, I’m really curious — how did that whole brothel-deeding business happen? Wouldn’t Marigold have been too young for Ban du Lac, who’s already, like, decades dead? Or did Marigold inherit the place from her predecessor?

    I hope Daisy’s all right, and the rest of the girls. And at least Marigold won’t be in danger of dying on the top of the tower. Is she going to be getting a visit from the Social Bunny, though?

    • … I don’t know how the timeline lines up, but Plantsims go from Toddler straight to Adult. Her chronological age might’ve been a bit low, but if she was physically and mentally mature, maybe Ban didn’t ask. Or maybe Ban felt so bad for a young Plantsim prostituting herself that he at least gave her a sturdy house with doors she could lock when she had to.

    • Marigold was born the same year as Babette (Ban’s illegitimate daughter, for all that none of the living du Lacs are aware of that). As Hat pointed out, Plantsims go straight from toddler to adult. For Marigold, that took a year. (For Daisy, it’ll take longer, thanks to Hat’s aging mod.) She was physically and mentally mature by that point, and already prostituting herself. Ban had some dealings with her — his wife was decades dead at that point, and the du Lacs have a strong libido to say the least — and when he died, he left her the house in his will.

      I doubt any of the du Lacs know much of the details of what went down — if Will’s thoughts when it comes to his grandfather are, “Don’t want to know, don’t want to know, don’t want to know!”, imagine how Lancelot must have felt! 😉

      Marigold won’t be getting a visit from the Social bunny. And Daisy is just fine at her uncle’s treehouse, so no worries there. 🙂

      Thanks, alveus!

  3. Yay for Will! I’m sure Arthur will see things similarly too, if it comes to that. Possibly Pellinore too–especially if, as Andavri said, Will frames it around Tuck’s attempted kidnapping of Daisy. I kind of can’t wait to see what happens, given that it seems Tuck doesn’t have a leg to stand on in the Albionese legal system. That should rock some worlds, if a Plantsim brothel madam wins out over a churchman, whether by dropped charges or in court.

    I’m glad Mirelle’s been keeping Marigold company.

    • The behind the scenes stuff was/will be quite interesting. I don’t want to say much about it, because I hope some of the dealings will come out in a future post. So keep reading! 😉 Not that I need to tell you …

      Thanks, Van! 🙂

  4. Try not to be too hard on Master Tower. He was brought up elsewhere, where clergy are above the law and anyone different is shunned or worse. Think of what you have read about him so far, been a decent guy, right?. He has never met (or probably seen) a plantsim before. I’m certain he would not want anyone accused of a crime with his family, plantsims or not.

    Brother Tuck being tried is like a dream come true. That ought to knock him off his high horse. Dear Brother, it’s time you learned to be a HUMBLE servant.

    • Okay, I’m going to have to disagree about Christopher on several levels. He has seen a plantsim before. He was at the trial. He saw Ash and listened to his testimony. The reason Christopher got jerk points in my book is not not because he’s prejudice, he’s human (or you know the sim equivalent: multilayered, complex, and nowhere near perfect) most of us are, I know I am and anyone who tells you they are is lying. They may be prejudiced against weird things, but they’re prejudiced.

      My objection is to the fact that his prejudice is interfering with doing his job properly. And that’s a jerk move. One that almost got somebody killed. My live and let live as regards normal human prejudice cuts off when harm starts coming to other people.

      When he accepted Marigold into his jail, he took responsibility for her. In Albion the assumption is “innocent until proven guilty”, no matter how bad the evidence looks against a person is. And in Marigold’s case, I can see how hard it would be to believe her innocent. But Christopher isn’t there to judge her and he certainly isn’t there to execute her.

      He’s all but screaming “She’s different, she’s different, she’s different” in his demeanor there at the end, but when she starts to fade, it never occurs to him that she might actually BE different, have different needs and requirements.

      Also, he heard her story, he was writing it down, and yet he’s still judging her to the point where he gives Will the stink eye when all Will promises is that she’ll be treated better/well. You know, better, as in not almost dying. Most people who aren’t guilty of a crime or are guilty of one under extenuating circumstances, have a reasonable expectation that they will leave prison alive and in more or less the same shape they came into it. Sadly that doesn’t always happen.

      He knew or should have known, given that he was standing there, writing down what Marigold said, so obviously he was listening to the conversation, that Will felt that Marigold fell into the case of “You didn’t do anything wrong.” and it would have been much more like “Christopher” when dealing with other humans if he’d not only heard what Marigold had to say, but listened to what she was saying. Let the salient facts of Tuck invaded her home, threatened the people she cared about, and wouldn’t leave when asked to. Most people would react badly in that set of circumstances. But apparently to Christopher only people who are fully “human” qualify for extenuating circumstances and I’m not supposed to think badly of him because he’s dealing with the “demon plantsim” of his childhood.

      I’m supposed to take his circumstances into account and not judge him, allowing him to almost kill an innocent woman. I’ve never been in the circumstances to where someone that I was prejudiced against was dependant upon me for their life and health, but I would certainly like to think that if I were my prejudice would take a backseat to my humanity and I would at least think about what I could do to help that person.

      I guess it all basically boils down to: He can judge and dislike and hate all he wants, (but I will think the worse of him because I was raised to believe that when a person is shown they are wrong about somebody, which he should have been when he listened to Ash at Morgause’s trial, they should do their best to overcome their prejudice and understand why they hate, not for the people they hate but for themselves, to become better people. Also, just a thought, obviously Arthur doesn’t think that Plantsims are demons, he wouldn’t have put them under royal protection and he wouldn’t employ Ash if he did. Yet that flies all out the window because Christopher was raised in Glasonland? *quirks eyebrow* I like my favorite characters to use that thing between their ears, sorry.) But when that judgmentalness and hate interfer with the job that he does, I don’t have to excuse him that.

      I guess the TL;DR of it all is if Christopher doesn’t want to get over his prejudice to plantsims, that’s fine, but he shouldn’t be agreeing to house them in his jail. Either they’re different, accepting that he should understand their differences so that they can walk out of the building alive if they’re not guilty. Or he should say “sorry, I don’t think that this prison is the place for plantsims” and go explain this to Arthur and find a different place/way to house plantsim prisoners. And I will still judge him for it, because there’s no way I can look at it where it isn’t a dick move. 😛 See, there’s one of my prejudices.

      • I forgot that he was at the trial. I have to take it back about him not seeing a plantsim before.

        I don’t think he intentionall gave her a near death experience. He was pretty ignorant. In the begining of the chapter he is quite worried about Marigold because she isn’t eating food. He thinks she has given up on life.

        I think the stink eye was because he wasn’t certain what was being promised and he didn’t know if he could deliver. He calmed down after hearing the whole plan.

        I can’t hold him up as high now that I remember he was at the trial.

        I think some of his reactions are due to being raised elsewhere. I have great hope that with some time I’ll be able to love the guy again. You know, after he gets some more Albion in him.

      • My impression of Christopher’s reaction– in particular his explosion– is a little different. I mean, yes, he saw Ash at the trial, but he was never given reason to believe Plantsims wouldn’t need to eat (though the sunlight thing was a bit of a brain fart) but in the last hour or so of his life, Christopher has:

        1. Found out Plantsims don’t need food, but will die without direct sunlight, water, and love, two of which have been inadvertantly denied to his prisoner in sufficient doses
        2. Watched a nobleman plop down on the roof of the prison in order to get a duly-arrested peasant gypsy Plantsim whore to sit, too
        3. Heard a respected, powerful young nobleman absolve a peasant gypsy plantsim whore of wrongdoing against a well-known member of the church
        4. Heard charges of assaulting a churchman– a hanging offense in Glasonland, it seems– completely and informally dropped, and
        5. For the icing on the cake, got told the bat that keeps getting in is probably a goddamn vampire.

        He’s had a long day.

        And when Will mentions better treatment, Christopher mentally couples that with ‘needs sunlight to live.’ I would guess the only living quarters in the prison with decently-sized windows are the living quarters where Christopher and his family live (because big windows in a cell are not a good idea), and he assumed this crazy nobleman who keeps turning the world on its ear is going to say ‘okay, I need you to make this (gypsy Plantsim sex-worker) woman your guest for a little while.’

        And then Will says “I was hoping she could stay on the roof.”

        So, you know, at least Christopher’s idea of ‘better treatment for a prisoner who’s only here for formality’s sake at this point’ includes walls.

        And his continued protest that Tuck is a churchman is a pretty clear indicator of how feared the Church is in Glasonland. Even thinking of his own kids in Daisy’s (or Wulf’s) place, he doesn’t just say he’d run the man through. He repeats, in a whisper, “He’s still a churchman.”

        What are the consequences for defying the Church? In Glasonland, or anywhere in Wrightendom in general? I mean… look what Tuck tried on Kata– he tried to turn telling him where to find at-risk children into her penance for refusing to tell him where to find his intended kidnapping victims. If she doesn’t do her penance, she dies with those sins on her soul… which essentially consigns her to Hell, doesn’t it?

        He’s still a churchman. And you’re not supposed to defy them.

      • Ah yes, I forgot about his seeing Ash at the trial too. That does shine a bit of a different light on this whole thing.
        But you know, the funny thing about prejudices is that they enable people to ignore evidence conflicting with their beliefs, sometimes up to the point where that evidence smacks them in the face. And I imagine if there’s one thing that people in Glasonland have learned it is to look away and mind their own business. Sad as it is, but that’s what fear does too. And the church, of Glasonland at least, rules by fear.
        I can’t blame Christopher for not rising as far above his upbringing as we would all like him to. And I still maintain that he has been quite decent to Marigold all things considered. He could have acted so much worse, but he didn’t.
        I’d also like to add that it is difficult even for real life people to comprehend and anticipate other peoples’ needs, without looking to ourselves and assuming that their needs may be the same as ours. And we are (at least nominally ;)) the same species after all. Though there are some people I’m not so sure about. 😀

        • This is a really awesome debate, and I think Christopher’s character will have to stand or fall based on how he acts in further posts. He’s still learning and growing, the way all of us are.

          However, I will say this: I think most of the reason why Christopher was upset about the thought of Marigold staying with his family was because of the “sex worker” part, not because of the Plantsim part. Whether that gets him off the naughty list is up to you guys.

          Thanks, everybody!

  5. I wish there was a ‘love’ button. This. Is. Amazing. And I’m so glad Will got to Marigold before she got even worse! I simply cannot wait to read about Tuck’s trial! This has cheered me up so much 😀

  6. Oooooooh! Now that is even BETTER than what I had imagined before! So. much. better! :does bunny dance*
    Thank you, Will, for once again proving your awesomeness! <3<3<3 And Jess, you're the best! I would not have thought of setting up magical proctections in this case, I'm very glad you did! <3<3<3

    Well, things are looking up in the "get Marigold out of jail, and Tuck into a world of trouble" department! *grins* I have no doubt that Will can do it. None whatsoever. Especially not when he appeals to Pellinore's protectiveness of his own family. Arthur I think won't need much convincing. He'll see quite clearly that Tuck is getting waaaay above himself and that Marigold was only defending her family and home.
    Btw I kind of assumed that Marigold was only renting the house, which might have accounted, at least in part, for Tuck thinking he had a right to just barge in like that. The actual situation puts rather a different complexion on things, in my mind.

    I do not blame Christopher for not thinking of the possibility that plantsims might have different needs than regular sims, since he's never seen one in his life and has also been taught to think of them as hellspawn. When you take that into account he has been quite decent towards Marigold. He was worried she might preemtively resort to suicide, and while that is his responsibilty to prevent I don't think it was the whole reason for his worrying.
    That guard captain on the other hand has been much more careless and sadly "normal" in his attitude towards a "barkie". Which means I'd really like to kick him from here to Twikkii! *growls* Just as any of the rest of those prejudiced jerks! (Please tell me that Anja and her family aren't anything like that! ~~)

    I also giggled about the rumors concerning dear Mordred! 😀 Lovely!

    Thank you!

    • Jessie’s “magical protections” are more of a warning system than anything else — it’s just so that if trouble shows up at Marigold’s front door, she can zip over on her broom and tell Tuck and co. to go away. (And as Will thought, they would probably listen to her.) Alas that it wasn’t anything more!

      Don’t worry, Anja and her family aren’t like that. 🙂 I see Roy as being a very thoughtful man, so he probably raised his kids to live and let live unless you’ve got hard evidence that you need to be doing something else. Besides, Roy was a hunter and a woodsman … who knows what he might have seen or stumbled into in his younger days? 😉

      Thanks, Ann! I’m glad you liked it! 😀

  7. See, what did I say before? Albion has all the most interesting legal situations. The challenges, as a certain Discworld zombie watchman would say, of policing a multi-vital society.

    • It’ll be interesting to see what happens if/when Mirelle gets into trouble with the law … then we’ll REALLY see a multi-vital society!

      However, at the moment, law-breaking is too much bother for her, so it might be a while. 😉

      Thanks, Hat!

  8. Have I told you lately that I love the du Lacs? 😀 Will is at least six different kinds of awesome here (I’m a bit disappointed in Christopher, but it’s not enough to put him on my Bad Guy list), and it’s great that Jessie is helping, too! And I find it v. interesting that Marigold got the house from Lord Ban. He wasn’t much for keeping it in his braises, was he? 😛 (Which, of course, makes me wonder how many bastards he might have sired other than Babette…)

    • Tee hee, yes, you have mentioned your love of the du Lacs a few times. 😉 I wonder what you’ll think of the storyline with Leona I’ve just quasi-wrapped-up …

      Nope! Lord Ban was not at all good at keeping it in his braises — though in his defense, by the time he came to Albion, he’d been a widower for many years. He probably realized another marriage wasn’t in the cards and so got his pleasure where he could find it. 😉 He was faithful to his wife while she was alive.

      (And besides … Lancelot’s got to get that libido from somewhere!)

      Babette is Ban’s only known bastard. All of his other lovers were townies and we know what happens with townie lovin’. To make another baby with him, I’d have to resurrect the Sim or something, and that … yeah. Not happening anytime soon.

      Anyway, I’m glad you liked Will here! This is one of his finer moments. It’s only topped by the next post after this. 😉

      Thanks, Nix!

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