From the Edict of the 26th of December, in the 2008th year of the Common Alignment, by the Honorable Elected of the Baronial Council...
"...and any in the possession of slaves, if it can be determined they have been made aware or ought to have been aware of the law, shall be fined ten pounds and four ounces of High-standard silver per each slave for each infraction.
"Furthermore, once any escaped slave, defined as any person no longer under the control or in the custody of the alleged slave-holder (he or she who claims ownership of the escaped slave), upon passing into the territory of the Barony, will be automatically granted asylum and is to be afforded all the rights, except for voting, of citizens, and is to be promptly made aware of their eligibility for citizenship, and is to be made a citizen should they request it with all due haste.
"As a de facto citizen, escaped slaves are to be afforded the full protection of the Holy Order of Saint Ouen, the Baronial Guard, and the Guards of the Confederated Councils; furthermore, any citizen or guest of the Barony will be pardoned of actions in the defense of escaped slaves.
"Parties in pursuit of escaped slaves within the sovereign territory of the Barony are subject to the same legal treatment as bandits under the Caravans Protection Act."
Sir Seamus had been following the group codenamed Tamarin for twelve hours, until they had left the 'safehouse' monastery ten miles south of Grenmarsh Bend. Since then, Roland had followed them on horseback from the edge of the woods, and then from the hilltops, right up to the final stretch of road to Grenmarsh.
The group Tamarin consisted of three women, one man, and two children, what remained of a large family that had conspired to and succeeded in escaping from slavery while in RhyDin City. After a violent attack in the city, they had found their way into the arms of the anti-slavery movement, and were set along the 'underground railroad' towards the Barony of Sainte-Ouen. It had been a long road with many stops to attempt to throw off one stubborn bounty hunter who, the last the Order of Saint Ouen had been informed, had closed to within a league before Tamarin left their last stop.
Roland watched the group from a mist-wreathed hilltop overlooking the village, his horse remaining steady, almost rigid in place, while he looked through binoculars at the escaped slaves. They were better-dressed now than when they had first been found, and the reasons were two-fold - they had been in rags before, and they had hoped that maybe, this would throw off the party pursuing them.
He couldn't help but smile when one of them pointed to the village ahead of them and they begin to jog... but frowned when a horseman clattered onto the road behind them. He was a tall, imposing figure, carrying several bladed weapons and wielding a menacing, studded club.
"Hyah!" the hunter said as he urged his horse into a gallop, and the group ahead of him broke into a run. The children couldn't keep up, though a man who appeared to be the father of the family urged them along, even lingering to pick one up. The rider was closing fast, and he would be upon them before they reached the village. With a blow from the club, any of them could be killed, especially the children...
The choice to kill a man was never easy for Sir Roland Gravois, but he knew the laws of the land, his obligations... and his honor. An innocent was threatened, and he knew, if it came to that, he would trade his life to save one of theirs. It was more than a job; knighthood defined who he was. He placed the binoculars into a saddlebag and slipped his rifle from its holster. The butt was pressed to his shoulder, and he began the steady turn Wong had taught him weeks ago.
He found the hunter in his sights and eased into a lead. Once he found his speed, he sustained it while counting to three, and then fired.
The bullet whistled through the air and the hunter jerked when it cut through his chest. The horse became unsteady, and when it stopped, the rider toppled to the ground.
The slaves stopped, stunned, and squinted at Roland on the hilltop, who was already busy putting the rifle away, his pistol out now in its stead as he worked his way down to the road to check on the fallen bounty hunter. The man who was probably the father approached timidly, and began, "Sir...?"
"Go on to the village, monsieur," Roland said, lifting his head to look at the man. The bounty hunter was very dead, and the knight collected the reins of the other horse. "You are under our protection now. Tell the Guard what you have seen - that Sir Roland has killed a bandit."
From the Caravans Protection Act...
"...Any bandit within the Barony of Sainte-Ouen, as a threat to the commerce and welfare of our nation, may be stopped from perpretrating violence or theft and/or prevented from perpretrating further violence or theft with lethal force by any legal authority of the Barony, any citizen of the Barony, or any guest acting in the interests of the Barony."
"...and any in the possession of slaves, if it can be determined they have been made aware or ought to have been aware of the law, shall be fined ten pounds and four ounces of High-standard silver per each slave for each infraction.
"Furthermore, once any escaped slave, defined as any person no longer under the control or in the custody of the alleged slave-holder (he or she who claims ownership of the escaped slave), upon passing into the territory of the Barony, will be automatically granted asylum and is to be afforded all the rights, except for voting, of citizens, and is to be promptly made aware of their eligibility for citizenship, and is to be made a citizen should they request it with all due haste.
"As a de facto citizen, escaped slaves are to be afforded the full protection of the Holy Order of Saint Ouen, the Baronial Guard, and the Guards of the Confederated Councils; furthermore, any citizen or guest of the Barony will be pardoned of actions in the defense of escaped slaves.
"Parties in pursuit of escaped slaves within the sovereign territory of the Barony are subject to the same legal treatment as bandits under the Caravans Protection Act."
Sir Seamus had been following the group codenamed Tamarin for twelve hours, until they had left the 'safehouse' monastery ten miles south of Grenmarsh Bend. Since then, Roland had followed them on horseback from the edge of the woods, and then from the hilltops, right up to the final stretch of road to Grenmarsh.
The group Tamarin consisted of three women, one man, and two children, what remained of a large family that had conspired to and succeeded in escaping from slavery while in RhyDin City. After a violent attack in the city, they had found their way into the arms of the anti-slavery movement, and were set along the 'underground railroad' towards the Barony of Sainte-Ouen. It had been a long road with many stops to attempt to throw off one stubborn bounty hunter who, the last the Order of Saint Ouen had been informed, had closed to within a league before Tamarin left their last stop.
Roland watched the group from a mist-wreathed hilltop overlooking the village, his horse remaining steady, almost rigid in place, while he looked through binoculars at the escaped slaves. They were better-dressed now than when they had first been found, and the reasons were two-fold - they had been in rags before, and they had hoped that maybe, this would throw off the party pursuing them.
He couldn't help but smile when one of them pointed to the village ahead of them and they begin to jog... but frowned when a horseman clattered onto the road behind them. He was a tall, imposing figure, carrying several bladed weapons and wielding a menacing, studded club.
"Hyah!" the hunter said as he urged his horse into a gallop, and the group ahead of him broke into a run. The children couldn't keep up, though a man who appeared to be the father of the family urged them along, even lingering to pick one up. The rider was closing fast, and he would be upon them before they reached the village. With a blow from the club, any of them could be killed, especially the children...
The choice to kill a man was never easy for Sir Roland Gravois, but he knew the laws of the land, his obligations... and his honor. An innocent was threatened, and he knew, if it came to that, he would trade his life to save one of theirs. It was more than a job; knighthood defined who he was. He placed the binoculars into a saddlebag and slipped his rifle from its holster. The butt was pressed to his shoulder, and he began the steady turn Wong had taught him weeks ago.
He found the hunter in his sights and eased into a lead. Once he found his speed, he sustained it while counting to three, and then fired.
The bullet whistled through the air and the hunter jerked when it cut through his chest. The horse became unsteady, and when it stopped, the rider toppled to the ground.
The slaves stopped, stunned, and squinted at Roland on the hilltop, who was already busy putting the rifle away, his pistol out now in its stead as he worked his way down to the road to check on the fallen bounty hunter. The man who was probably the father approached timidly, and began, "Sir...?"
"Go on to the village, monsieur," Roland said, lifting his head to look at the man. The bounty hunter was very dead, and the knight collected the reins of the other horse. "You are under our protection now. Tell the Guard what you have seen - that Sir Roland has killed a bandit."
From the Caravans Protection Act...
"...Any bandit within the Barony of Sainte-Ouen, as a threat to the commerce and welfare of our nation, may be stopped from perpretrating violence or theft and/or prevented from perpretrating further violence or theft with lethal force by any legal authority of the Barony, any citizen of the Barony, or any guest acting in the interests of the Barony."