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independence.”
    “That’s ridiculous! You can’t run a kingdom like that! What was Duncan’s great-great-whatever-he-was thinking?”
    “It was a gesture only, my lord. The said independence would apply only to certain matters of civil administration—the right to perform and register marriages, for example—not military matters.”
    “Well then!” Arald exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. “If that’s the case, where is the problem?”
    “The intent is obvious, my lord, in context. But this treaty was drawn up by lawyers, so there is a certain ambiguity in the wording.”
    “Ambiguity is always certain when lawyers are involved,” Arald said. His face brightened. He rather liked that piece of wordplay. It struck him as quite droll. He looked hopefully for a smile from Lady Pauline, but in vain. Deciding she must have missed it, he began again.
    “You see, you said ‘a certain ambiguity’ and I said, ‘Ambiguity is always certain when’—”
    “Yes, yes, my lord. Quite so,” Pauline said, cutting him off. Arald looked disappointed. She continued: “Nigel and I have gone through the treaty, and the letter, and Nigel has drafted a reply. He has found seventeen points of law where Montague has grossly misrepresented the intent of the treaty. In short, he has destroyed Montague’s case most comprehensively.”
    “He’s good at that,” Arald said, smiling once again. This time, Pauline smiled with him.
    “None better, my lord,” she said.
    “So what’s our next move?” the Baron asked. Pauline proffered the letter she had mentioned, but he waved it away. If Nigel and Pauline were happy with it, he knew it would be watertight. Pauline nodded. She appreciated the trust he placed in her.
    “Very well, my lord. We’ll do a final draft and I thought I might have one of my students deliver it.”
    She replaced the draft letter in a thin leather folder, and withdrew another document, laying it on the table in front of her and smoothing it out so that it lay flat.
    “Now, my lord, there is another matter we must discuss…”
    She saw the pained expression on the Baron’s face. She knew he didn’t want to discuss it.
    “You’re talking about this brouhaha with Halt, I suppose? I really don’t have the time,” he said, making dismissive gestures at her.
    “Nonetheless, my lord, it is a brouhaha that we must make time for.” She tapped the document with one forefinger. “This is a summary of the brouhaha in question, my lord.”
    Arald glanced up at her. She seemed to be quite fond of that word, he thought. Or she was gently making fun of his choice of it in the first place. But Lady Pauline’s face gave nothing away. She continued: “If you care to look through it?”
    He reached for it reluctantly. Pauline had known that he would try to avoid the subject. It was distasteful for all of them, but unfortunately, it had to be resolved. At that moment, there was a heavy-handed knock at the door to the Baron’s office and, grateful for any interruption, he hastily called, “Come in!”
    She frowned at the distraction. It was Sir Rodney, head of the Redmont Battleschool. He threw the door open and entered with a little more than his usual energy. He was talking before he had even crossed the threshold.
    “My lord, you’re simply going to have to do something about Halt!” he said. Then, noticing Lady Pauline, he made a small gesture of apology. “Oh, sorry, Pauline, didn’t see you there.”
    Lady Pauline inclined her head in acknowledgment of the apology. The department heads at Redmont were all good friends. There was no petty jealousy between them, none of the maneuvering for influence and favor that plagued some fiefs.
    The Baron sighed deeply. “What has he done now?” he asked.
    “Do I sense another brouhaha in the making?” Lady Pauline said innocently and he glanced suspiciously at her. She seemed not to notice.
    “Well, one of my fourth-year apprentices was stupid enough to make