(1311-07-31) Kalisha is Questioned
Summary: A sergeant of the City Watch questions Kalisha, about the incident at the palace.
RL Date: 31/7+01/08/2019
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kalisha jacquet 

The Citadel — Marsilikos

High on a promontory on the southern peninsula of Marsilikos, the Citadel stands tall and firm against the winds whipping in from the sea. Its only approach is from the north, a set of stairs carved in a coil directly into the granite of the mount, wide enough for only two to pass shoulder to shoulder, rising to meet the single gate room between the inner and outer walls of the citadel, both of travertine, white against the dark grey bedrock that rises high over the port, studded with guardposts, each flying the billowing blue banner of Marsilikos.

Within the twin walls of the citadel the granite has been leveled into a flat rectangular surface, atop which a variety of buildings have been built. The most well-fortified of these is the great octagonal watchtower, crafted in grey granite blocks which match the terrain, rising ten stories higher than the top of the citadel itself, in the top belfry of which is kept a wide array of spyglasses, alarums and masive flags to haul aloft to warn the town below of the arrival of various ships from sea. On the other side of the courtyard are two shorter granite buildings with big bronze doors, under guard all day and all night: the Treasury and Armory, respectively, of Marsilikos. There is also a wooden barracks-building to house the troops which staff the citadel, and the bulk of the citadel floor is open and used for military drills and exercises.

The young foreign woman had been brought to the dungeons of the Citadel. If she had put up any resistance, the guards would have made it very clear that such would be futile. Whether or not she played along will effect on whether there will be any more bruises on her as they arrive — bruises that hadn't been there before. At first she would have been brought down to one of the cells, chained and locked in for at least half an hour. It will be after this time, and perhaps even a little longer, that two of the guards return. "Easy now," one of them tells her in d'Angeline, tone wary and alert as if he were dealing with a wild animal. "You will come with me now. The Sergeant would like some answers to a few questions…" With her wrists still secured in chains, the guards will guide her to the questioning room. Or is it the room of the leading officer?

Apparently, Jacquet is in charge at the moment. Kalisha might recognize him from his distinctive features and that dark look he gives her from across the table. "Let her sit down," he tells the guards flatly. His eyes return to the foreign woman. "You want to sit down, don't you?" There is something unpleasant in his steely gaze. "So. You're Skaldi after all?"

Kalisha was not resisting for her arrest. Something has happened during the fight. She was not coherent. Just screaming, shouting and growling. One would have thought that she was out of her mind. But she did not show aggression towards any of the guards. More like… she did not even see them. Something else was there with her. The lock down, actually, helped for the young foreigner to calm down and come back to her senses. So, when she is presented to Jacquet, she has a stern but calm expression. If allowed, she tugs on the chains around her wrists before moving to take an offered seat. Kalisha chews on her bottom lip quite firmly, almost if ready to bite through the skin. "Will it make a difference if I say no?" She asks in a much more clear d'Angeline tongue than before. "Your people see me and call me as a Skaldi. I do not know if I am a Skaldi or not. But I know that I am going to defend my honor till my last blood drop. My honor and Andre's. I hope he is not in chains?" Her eyebrow raises.

Jacquet listens to Kalisha, and his slightly menacing expression deepens as she speaks. "Will it make a difference if you say no, and it is a blatant lie? Yes, I would think so. I am asking *you* who and what you are.", he tells her, raising his voice a little as his fist hits upon the table. "Now." He glares at her across the table. "I want you to tell the truth. The truth as you know it. I hear you have assaulted the Vicomtesse de Gueret on the palace grounds. I hear blood was shed. But I wasn't there. What do you have to say on the matter? What was your purpose in going there, with a weapon?" He leans back in his seat then, even as he continues to hold her gaze. "You are referring to Lord André of Westerlo? He is a guest of Her Grace. As far as I heard, he didn't draw a weapon on one of our landed nobles."

"I am telling you the truth. I have been telling you the truth, guard." Kalisha states firmly. "I remember a name. Kalisha. I think it's my name. I know I was on a ship and I was travelling. I was on a mission. I do not remember what my task was. That was all what I remembered." She glances at the others in the room and then back at Jacquet. She is talking very slowly because she has to pick the right words. It's not her native tongue after all. "Andre has hired me to be his guard. He was paying me for his protection. I am suppose to be at his side. He was away. When I heard that he is back, I came to him. Because I remembered more things about myself. I wanted to tell him." She inhales now. Much deeper as the sensitive subject is approaching. "Then a lady showed up. A pretty little lady with white hands and fingers which have not seen a fight or hard work. Soft skinned lady. She immediately told me that I am not welcomed. She called me a dog, an animal and an it. I left upon the request of Andre. Waited for him outside." Her fingers curl up into fists now. "He came but was also approached by another lady. We were introduced and I extended my hand for a shake. I wanted to show her that I hide no weapon. She never shaked my hand. She said and I quote - I will damn well run you through like the vermin you are. A rat is a rat, and should be exterminated. So, because she threatened me, I warned her that she shouldn't do it. It would take me only three seconds to slice her throat but I wish no for violence. She draw sword. I draw mine to defend myself. She was the first to attack."

"Sergeant Jacquet.", the same corrects her address. "I am of the City Watch, but that doesn't make me a mere guard. A lady, you say, asked you to leave the palace grounds? Which lady was that? And…" His demeanor turns a bit thoughtful, wistful almost. "You drew your weapon on the other lady outside of the palace gates. How… fortunate for you. Or you would probably already be dead by now, taken care of by the palace guards. As you drew your weapon outside, you have become my business, and that of the City Watch. Do you have names, of that first lady and the second that elected to 'attack' you?" The way he pronounces that word makes it very clear that he does not quite believe her version. Sarcasm laces his tone and that faint smile."

"I thought so. You do not believe me. I do not remember the name of any of the ladies." Kalisha rolls her eyes. "Your names, Sergeant Jacquit, are quite strange to me. Though, I believe that one of the ladies was a daughter or a niece to a so called Lady of Marsilikos?" She seems to be unsure and asks it to both, the guard and herself. "But I do not think that I will be talking anymore without the presence of Andre. He knows more and perhaps you will be more leaning in trusting his word. After all, he definitely is not a Skaldi."

Jacquet narrows his eyes on Kalisha, barely hiding his own opinion of her. "How very inconvenient.", he snarls. "Your lack of attention to names and respect for those that rule our province. Her Grace demands that we keep the streets of Marsilikos clean of such filth as you, and here you are… stabbing a vicomtesse who is guest of our city right outside the palace gates. Seems the City Watch will have to make sure you'll stay locked up for a while." His eyes flash with some more of that unsettling unspoken promise of uncomfortable times ahead of her, his dark gaze brushing over the chained culprit. Acknowledging her latter remark belatedly, he adds after a moment, in a more neutral tone, "Of course, witnesses will be questioned, as we need to investigate and prove the full extent of the atrocity you committed…"

"Before you execute me, would you at least give me a chance to have a last wish fullfilled?" Kalisha asks in an uncomfortable calmness. Her ocean deep blue eyes look straight into Jacquet's. If one would decide to look longer into them, they could swear seeing almost like ocean waving in the blueness and a shadow, perhaps of a raven, flashing in there now and then. They could also say that those eyes, they do not see the man in front of them. Perhaps, they do not even see anything. Perhaps, they see everything. But most likely it's only the light going through a small window into this room of Citadel, what plays a wicked game. Kalisha's shoulders are also not tense. Her chained hands are simply laying on her lap and one can not hear a clatter of metal.

Her counter makes Jacquet wrinkle his brows with surprise. But it is only a momentary breach in his otherwise steely countenance. "We have law and order here in Terre d'Ange," he rasps. "No one will be executed, without trial. As I said…" His tone gains an edge as he repeats the words, "Witnesses will be questioned. I shall speak to Lord Andre. To the elderly vicomtesse you almost stabbed to death. To whomever happened to be there, outside of the gates. It is what we call 'investigation'. It may be different from what you know, how this would be handled in Skaldia." And, matching the distant look of Kalisha, his own eyes shift in their expression, gazing anywhere but at the young woman even of they are directed that way. "I've seen the filth of Skaldia. One could think I should pay you back in kind. But…" And here that brief impression, and his intense stare fade into a neutral, almost empty cast. "You will see justice. Eventually. When you do, you may utter a last wish, before the executioner's sword takes you down."

"I do not want to be a part of this fake performance, Sergeant Jacquet," Kalisha counters. "I know that executioner is already sharpening his blades. There are no justice where one can find prejudgement. That's fine. I am not afraid of dying. I do not know why Gods send me to this Gods forgotten place, but I accept my destiny. Perhaps, I have disappointed them. But death is nothing compared to what I have seen, compared to this silence in your mind when you try to put all those images together and yet you do not know…" She still just keeps her eyes on the man. Nothing except her lips are moving. She does not even blink. "Have you been on a battlefield, Sergeant Jacquet? I did. When my blade pierced through the skin of your kind, I heard battle horns thundering in the distance." She makes just a very brief pause to get a gulp of fresh air before continuing. "Have you ever found yourself standing on the middle of a battlefield surrounded by hundreds of dying men and women? Their bodies lying under your feet while crows are feasting on their flesh. The sound of a horn mixed up with painful screams of women and men. Rain. Heavy rain washing your face from the blood, soil, shit and piss of bravest men and women because you also have fallen more than once and then you still put all the effert to stand up. To fight. And so you walk through the soaking ground, through the bodies of your friends, when suddenly you hear a familiar scream. You turn around and you see how an enemy pierced through the body of your own mother with their long broadsword. You see how your mother goes to her knees and once the blade is withdrawn, she slumbers down. A riderless fearful horse passes right across her body, trampling it, and so it rolls a couple of feets away with the arms almost like boneless flailing to the sides. She doesn't move…" Kalisha takes a breath in. "I've seen it. I've hold her body in my arms when your men took me away. I need to know, what happened to my mother before I die." Not a flinch has been made throughout the story and her eyes not even once left the guard's. "That's my last wish."

"Have I been to the battlefield?", Jacquet counters, furrowing his brows as he sits up. "My whole life is a battlefield, Mademoiselle Kalisha." The address costs him some effort, tempted as he may be to address her in a manner much worse and disrespectful. He chuckles, but it is a low mirthless rumble of a chuckle that rises in his chest. "The things you describe… It's the hell I find myself in, every single fucking day. Answers. We all need answers, and I am going to get mine. Your mother died… in Skaldia? Maybe it was me who ran her through, back then. I can't tell. It's been so many years ago.", he tells her, the smile having faded completely. "You will see justice, and when the day comes and you are to be executed, I don't think the executioner will put off his task, just because you haven't gotten all your bloody answers." Jacquet snorts. He gives Kalisha an irritated glare before he gestures for one of the guards. "Take her back to the dungeons. She's given us her story. Now it's time for me to deconstruct her little fairytale."

"The death does not frighten me but yet I do not laugh into it's face. Perhaps, you are more insane than me." Kalisha chuckles. She raises to her feet and does not resist to be taken away. However, before that happens, she turns her head to take one more look at the guard. "If answers are not fitting for my last wish, then I want to choose my executioner. I want it to be the white hands. A niece of the lady of Marsilikos. I want that she would show all her hatred to those of Skaldia not by empty words but by cutting my head off!" And then she would let the guards drag her back into the cell.

Jacquet gives Kalisha a faint glare, and his lips twist into an unpleasant smile. "A prisoner is hardly in a place to make demands of any kind. And a convict will receive the executioner they deserve. I doubt any lady of station will wish to get her hands dirty in administering justice to you. But you can request me, if you like. I don't mind getting my hands dirty, lopping the head off Skaldi scum."

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