Devil in the Details
Eight Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
The copy of the Imperial Times slammed onto the table with the soft thump of paper on wood, somehow heavier in the ear than if it had been an axe falling. "Is this true?" Bronze Yohn did not raise his voice, he did not need to.
Waymar knew well his father's moods and this was not a pleasant one. Not that he had expected 'pleasant' when asked for a meeting at a time Ysi was not at home, but still it rankled him more than he would say aloud to be called to question like this, as though he were yet a boy, and not even for something that was his fault to begin with, if fault you could call it.
"All the ministerial appointments reported are accurate, yes. It would be rather a waste of ink if they were not," he could not help but add. He sighed. "I
know you are aware of how the baatezu who serve the crown came to be so. You have had erinyes serving at Runestone and keeping you and mother safe. Why this should trouble you like..."
like you were some hick from the back end of the Riverlands or the Reach, he thought but did not say, but his father read it in his tone just the same.
"They are warriors," the lord of Runestone cut his son off. "A warrior might be called on to turn his sword on an unjust lord and keep some measure of honor, but not this,
this, merchant of souls."
"By the Trees, father, what do you think furies did all those long ages, fought only demons, hunted only the rightfully damned?" The younger knight sprang to his feet restlessly, though he did not quite begin to pace. 'It makes you looks either indecisive or aggressive depending on which way you go', Tyene had said, and he trusted her judgement. Taking his father's silence for a reply, he continued, "No one is
rightfully damned father, that is the point, not even devils deserve Hell. That is the
entire point. It applies to anyone willing and able to swear a true oath before the throne. If you want in then you are in, and if you have the skills you can have the job, it is that simple."
"So what then? There is no crime and no evil an oath before the crown will not absolve?" Lord Royce asked. He sounded more pleading than upset now.
"Certainly there are, the ones that render one untrustworthy, the list of which is too long and too complex to recount here," Waymar ran his hand through his hair, another thing he knew he really should not be doing, but damn it this was not what he was supposed to be doing at this hour of the morning. "Look, there is nothing that says you are obliged to invite Iziku to feasts, or even cross paths with him outside the Curia. He is an accountant, in charge of other accountants, most of which are not devils and whose jobs are so bloody
boring I for one would count it torture to be stuck with them."
The older lord sighed in turn, his frustration no less, though he kept his in check better. "You do not know how powerful or how cruel those who gather taxes can be..."
"When the tax code has enough holes in it to fly a dragon through," Waymar finished. "Look, there are rules and he is a devil, he is going to
follow the rules. I trust the tax code to hold up well even with a devil in charge."
I trust Viserys, even in the company of devils, the words really amounted to, and he had decided that long before there had been any ministries. By the same token, he could not expect the same sort of trust from his father, oath or no. "Look, if you want to check on how the minister of taxation is doing his job you can call him to give an accounting in the Curia over any deed or act. He is not going to be hawking souls like its the Bazaar of a Thousand Sins, he is just there to make sure that the treasury gets its due and that beings as skilled as him in matters of finance, but who are very much not friends of the Imperium, do not subvert the whole system."
For a long moment the old lord looked him up and down, searching for something, though Waymar knew not what. "My heart is not light in this matter, but then it is not the place of any lord to go through life wholly lighthearted, I suppose."
They did not part then, but spoke instead of lighter matters. Of Ysilla's studies and her most recent project, of the Order of the Griffon and other matters great and small, and while their parting was not without lingering worries unspoken, it was not near so troubled as their greeting.
OOC: Well Iziku has not been a minister-presumptive for 24 hours and there is already a motion to question him in the Curia, and they are likely to ask for details of what a harvester devil did in the service of Mammon. Of course there is no way to know yet if they will get the votes.