A Foppish Coup, Part 28

Sienna was released quickly. The bartender was already making excuses as he cut her bonds. He had been coerced, threatened even by the nobles. He was just another unwilling pawn.

Sienna rubbed her wrists, grimacing. How little he knew about Viola’s world. No more would being a servant save the weak. The countess expected all to become strong in their own right. Weakness and subordination would not be a defense.

She walked out of the Serpent and Rose to cheers. Sienna had heard Viola shout her praises, and the cries of the Koskovs. The very town that had unwittingly helped keep her prisoner, now shouted for her release. She didn’t know whether to cry, or to scream at the hypocrisy. Instead, she remained silent, and joined Viola in the carriage.

The young noble woman had heard most of what Viola had said. It had rung true, at the time. Viola had appeared contrite, and subservient. Slave to the will of the people. Only able to claw her way into their hearts by sheer force of will and personality. A marvel that would become legend.

But Sienna could see the shadows now. The guardsmen, in plain garb, scattered strategically across the crowd. All nonchalant, and ready to strike should the crowd turn violent.

And in the trees, she could see the treemen. None else could, Sienna was sure. But they stood just at the edge of the forest, watching. Sienna’s protectors, and even more insurance.

Somehow all this was brought to bear in mere minutes. Or was it always in place? Was Viola always ready to defend herself from her own people?

Sienna rode in the carriage, afraid to speak. Viola sat next to her, smiling. Further behind them, a deputized mob – again with several members of the manse guard hidden in the crowd – the rebel nobles were being dragged to the manse, and the dungeons below.

“Next time, warn me about your heroics, Sienna.”

Sienna blinked away tears. Viola nodded, and kept looking forward. “You may have been anticipating my needs, but there are others to which you are bound. And they are not so skilled in words as I.”

The Koskovs huddled together, happy to be alive and well. Nadia did not worry about showing her tears. She had already thanked Viola twice, and did so again with a glance.

The carriage stopped at a fork in the road. Sienna and the Koskovs stepped out, intent on turning towards the Smyth estate.

Smyth’s soldiers looked at the rabble with disgust. Lord Smyth stood with his men. His eyes narrowed when he spotted Viola, and turned back towards his own manse.

Viola waved, and hugged each of the children in turn before returning to the carriage. Sienna ran up to the carriage, and looked up.

“Did we do well, countess?” Sienna asked.

“Much more than that, Sienna.” Viola said. “The people are finally able to see me, as much as I want them to. And several of our undesirous characters are to be dealt with.”

Sienna chilled, and leaned close to Viola’s ear.

“…with prison sentences?”

Viola’s mouth twitched.

“Of a sort.”

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A Foppish Coup, Part 27

Viola stepped forward, and bowed her head.

“May I apologize?” She asked.

“On behalf of my family, and this situation…life. It has not always been kind, and you are my subjects. It is my duty to ensure your peace and tranquility. If any of you has suffered, then that is my failure as ruler.

“I shall listen. I shall hear. And your voices will help change the destiny of the Valley.”

“Get rid of the tree things!” Someone shouted from the back.

Viola raised her eyebrow. “The treemen? Why would I get rid of them? They’re growing more trees. Good, strong, hearty trees. Trees that we will cut down, and use for construction, and sale. Trees that will make us rich.”

“We can’t cut any of them down,” someone muttered.

“Some,” Viola agreed. “About twenty. Twenty trees in the whole forest are now off-limits. Clearly marked. And in return the treemen give you trees for generations. They aren’t your enemies. They are your servants.”

She smiled. “Besides, which, ask yourself this. Did they cut your wages? Enslave your children? Play out their perversions amongst you?”

Viola smiled to the nobles. “There’s only one group that seems to hold that distinction that I know of.

“Now…there is a choice that each of you must make.”

The crowd looked at each other. Canterwright was amazed. That she could make the crowd think, and consider. As she spoke, they listened, and reacted in her manner.

“I am coming to bring change to the Valley. Things will not be the same. Those who simply were born to their titles, who are content to spend their days living off the backs of their ancestors, will find this new Valley not to their liking. Their cushy lives, their golden thrones, will be put to far better use.”

She smiled to the townsfolk. “Given to those who toil, and know an honest day’s work. That is what I promise. But it is going to require the people with the will to take it.

“So what shall it be? Trade the old slavemaster for a new one? Or take charge, take your destiny within your own hands, and bring about the lives you have always known were just out of reach?”

The choice was easy.

She pointed to the nobles. “Take them alive.”

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