Of Blood and Fire
Eighteenth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
"Let the record show that the accused refuses to comply with court procedures. For the benefit of the accused, the court will assume that he has plead 'not guilty'. Proceed, Lord Vanor," you reply in place of the outburst the accused was probably expecting and hoping for.
Or not... perhaps he actually thinks he is giving good advice, a payment of sort for having been treated well as a prisoner. Even now at the last Tywin Lannister does not seem to understand what the rise of magic means for the world, that your 'kindness' is nothing of the sort, but instead simple conventional. You do not need a rack and thumbscrews to make your case and to have him show any sort of bruise or wound would make a poor show for the mirrors. There is yet much you can take from the proud terrible old man in front of you and it shall not involve laying a hand on him.
Malarys lips twitch ever so slightly in amusement, though you doubt any who do not know him as well as you could have seen it, much less guessed the cause.
'Let us add on a charge of contempt of court to the one of murder and slavery and all sundry sins that only the noose can absolve. That way he can pay a fine with the coin he does not have...'
There is the faint scratch of the court calligraphy wyrm laying down the very charge on paper, then he continues. "On the matter of the attack upon King's Landing and the ordering of the deaths of the Princess Ellia Martell, her son Aegon and her daughter Rhaenys the prosecution calls upon a posthumous witness Gregor Clegane, called by some the Mountain that Rides."
The skull gleams white and pristine in the light of the mage lamps, though you had to repair it from the ruin Sandor had made of it. As you knew it would the voice of Gregor Clegane, still echoing with a faint remnant of his hateful will, recounts how he had been commanded to kill Aegon and Rhaenys and had Malarys not stopped it you know it would have given even the details of the deed. It had obviously been something of a highlight of Clegane's miserable life, to have been so well preserved in his bones. Though Elia's death had not been ordered it is clear that at the very least in sending the Mountain on his murderous errand the Lord of the Westerlands had at the very least not cared to preserve her life, and not once had he ever been brought to task for the crime even in private. It is more brief, but no less clear, on the matter of who had ordered the sack.
For corroboration on that part you have some of the horn blowers and signalmen of the Lannister hosts from those times brought forth to testify that indeed the sack had been long planned, before the hosts of the Westerlands had even set out almost certainly. It would have after all been rather impolitic to bring the lords to give the same account.
'And so you shall be thanking me, my lords, for allowing 'smallfolk' to testify when you cursed my great-grandfather for it,' you think with carefully veiled amusement.
Next comes a matter that is not public record at all, that the Wyldfire attack in the Deep had been planned in the Red Keep and 'the substance' provided by the Alchemists' Guild at the king's command with the aid and agreement of the lord of the Westerlands. The documents Pycelle had been able to gather on the matter do not have any Lannister seals, but they do have one of the Golden Shields in the matter of transporting the stuff and handing of off to the 'foreign wizard'.
The revelation that said wizard had been one of the Deep Ones awakens quite a few shocked gasps among the more excitable of the Curia, and you suspect it would have drawn groans among the more savvy had they allowed themselves the luxury.
"The crown does not usually allow one to remain unprosecuted on the matter of making alliance with the enemies of all the world, but in this case given how clearly the record shows that you neither knew nor cared what manner of killer you had 'hired' to slay tens of thousands the prosecution allows that your ignorance should be taken as genuine," a small note of disdain entered Malarys tone at last. "Do you have anything to say in your defense that counters what has been here said and shown?"
"Only this," the Old Lion replies more angry at the implication of his own incompetence than he would like to show. "You cast a spell upon a skull that we must take on faith of your honesty that it is Clegane's and then it says when you wished it to say. Who is to say what else you might make it say or whence it came?" Looking around the domed hall he adds. "Which of you my lords will be next charged on the words of hollow bones and men of no account that you might buy with three coppers on the roadside?"
"That I
could do something should not be taken as a sign that I did, Lord Lannister," Malarys replies, now again in his perfectly neutral tones. "I could simply have made you
say that you were guilty, but unlike you I have never made puppets of others in defiance of both oath and law. As soon say that all who bear a sword must have committed as many crimes of violence as your... Mountain. There are standards for evidence in this court and those standards are publicly known. While I cannot here reveal the source of the Inquisition's for some of them, postcognitive divinations have established that the documents have come from the hands of a member of the Golden Shields and some of those same mages are willing to testify against you. As has been shown time and again, slaves are only too glad to do that against a master who abused them."
"Fine then, I shall play along in this mummery," the old man sighs, as though weary of the follies he sees around him. He turns to you. "There was no law in the Seven Kingdoms that claimed that laying geas on another was slavery. Am I then to be judged by the laws of a realm I was not then part of and did not recognize, indeed a realm that did not
exist when the first of these supposed crimes of magic were committed? If that is the standard then I imagine all of Westeros shall see men in grey cloaks demanding the throne's due darkening their door, and I do not think that all your magic is enough for that."
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OOC: Tywin can stand being called a monster much better than being called an idiot, news at 11.