Preys and Predators 3 Love Binds, Family Destroy Chapter 59

 

59.

 

“Mr. Judas, if I……” Portia was halted by the other. They are still in the court where the magistrate presides over the case.

“Ms. Belmont, may I ask for your credentials to hold the defence besides the ……. Backing of the other ‘jury’ member here?” Shylock asked.

“Which I will ask back, what is your capacity here? Are you an educated ‘jury’ like my peer here? Or are you a man and hence qualified to do the task here, and I am a lady who should remain at home?” Portia Belmont looked at Shylock and then at the magistrate. “Does gender predetermine their roles?”

“I ……” Shylock was to defend his question, but Portia was to continue.

“For the record, and in the presence of the esteemed traders here who had dealt with my father many times, and of the money lenders here, I stand before you not as a shadow but as an equal partner with my father when we negotiate the terms of trade and financing. Since I was younger, my father had taught me the art of the trades and the intricacies involved. Was it not the avenue of man, as those of you seated here are men?”

“I ……” Shylock tried to intervene with nods from his community.

“Well, I am not any lady. I am Portia Belmont, and I had stood tall with many of you at the negotiations. I am versed in the terms and conditions of the contractual documents, the banking caveat on the loan, the procedures at the wharf, and the storage. And the arbitration process of the trades, which is why I am here today.”

‘Tell me, Mr. Judas. You mentioned the default term on the loan was a pound of flesh.” Portia went for the matter on hand.

“Yes, I do. As the wares did not support the full amount I loaned out, I hold the right to the terms of default, or in this case, the short weight of the repayment.” Shylock took the edge to press his claim. “Andre Bassanio Tito signed the documents.”

“Acknowledged.” Portia Belmont nodded. “We are in the field of trading, and compliance is needed to ensure fair trade, and if there is any failure to respect that, would you not say we are being …… malicious in our approach?”

Shylock was taken aback by the statement made by the lady. The gallery was murmuring, with some in agreement, but there were some questioning her approach.

“Obviously, I learned from the years of being with my father; there were moments we had to enforce our terms.” Portia Belmont looked at Bassanio. “We cannot live with lies or deceits.”

“Therefore…” Shylock was about to interject but was halted by Portia.

“Mr. Judas, did you verify the contents beforehand? Or did you accept the contents by the description in the documents? Did you raise any doubts to the officer of the "giovani dei calcolatori?"

“No, you did not, I presume. We had our faith with the officer of the "giovani dei calcolatori," am I right?" Portia snapped at her arguments. “Why else would we have them to ensure the valuation was done…correctly?”

“Did… we err in the trust? Unlikely, but maybe the error was on the journey and in the storage, then when it was… confiscated.”

“Ms. Belmont, if you are implying that my officers had pilfered the wares while in our custody, you are ……” Magistrate Javier roared out his protest.

“I did not say that, Magistrate, but we have to consider the journey of the wares and its possible… shall I say, losses, which were not foreseen when it was loaded.” Ms. Belmont smiled. “A risk all traders took with them on every shipment of wares. Piracy may happen at times. Thereafter, we the traders have what we term as insurance coverage supported by the banks or influential members of society.”

In 15th-century Genoa, marine insurance was a well-established practice where local businessmen formed a "risk community" to share maritime perils, with contracts becoming openly written for the first time. The contracts covered risks like loss of cargo due to shipwrecks, piracy, and storms, with premiums paid to underwriters. Genoa was a key financial market in Europe, alongside Florence and Venice, helping to reduce the financial risk of long, perilous sea voyages by spreading the costs among multiple parties. 

“Ms. Belmont, I stand ……” Magistrate Javier raised his voice, but Portia had seen that argument flowing towards her.

“I held the magistrate, and his officers have held onto their duties well. The losses are, as mentioned, the expected losses, which is why we hold insurance coverage. However, was this shipment covered? I stand to question Andre Bassanio Tito on this.”

Bassanio shook his head, and then Portia added for him.

“He did not, for he is new to Genoa and could not find the right parties to take the coverage. It was a risk he took, which some of us do at ……. of desperation. More to it, the conflict in Hungary and Wallachia was over with its battles, and such risk of losses was minimized. Traders do gamble on margins of losses, and Andre Bassanio Tito took that gamble.”

“Viola, he then failed.” Shylock gleefully said. “I am entitled to my claim then.”

“Expressly affirmative.” Portia looked at Shylock. What was it? A pound of flesh? Am I right?”

“It was stated …….” Shylock was to affirm that, but Portia diverted the attention of the magistrate to call on her witness.

“Send in Mr. Silva Dupree. He is a butcher.”

“I wish to call for a recess now.” The Chief Magistrate called out. “We will continue after lunch.

“Portia, what are you doing?” Enrico Moet stepped up to her. “We had a strategy planned.”

“Hush, cousin. I will win this case.” Portia looked at Enrico. “In your name it will carry the credit.”

“Or my license to practice…” Enrico sighed. He then muttered, "Why would not the womenfolk leave the legal duties to the male?" He had regretted acting there, and if not for Portia calling on the favours owed to the father, he would have declined.

At that time, Lady Sofia approached the friar and inquired about the action they had agreed on.

“It is done. The ship is ready to sail tonight.” Friar Lawrence whispered back. “And to your earlier question, I found Lorenzo’s father.”

“You found him? Good.” Lady Sofia looked away. “It is only right that he meets his father or be told of this father.”

“It is not that simple. He may not like to know of this now.” The friar looked away towards the man who was the father.

“I suggest you tell him before he leaves. When he boards the ship, I may not see him… if he ever forgives me for not telling him now.” Lady Sofia sighed. “Any news on Romeo?”

“None, my lady.” Friar Lawrence looked at Abram.

Outside the court, Lord Dante Montague walked towards the carriage with his lover, Lady Angeline.

“Why are we here? That case has nothing to do with me. I……”

“I came because of Portia Belmont. She needs our support. You saw how the magistrate had treated Juliet.” Lady Angeline looked at the other. “Are we not compassionating anymore?”

“I ……” Lord Dante Montague was about to reply when Julier approached him.

“Father, I must go. I have another friend to meet.” Juliet looked from her father to her mother.

“Is it Romeo Capulet? If so, then you are not allowed.” Lord Dante Montague stated his stand.

“No, I am to go with the friar to see someone. That is unwell.” Juliet stammered.

“I ……” Lord Dante Montague was to protest, but the friar had stepped in.

“My Lord, with your permission, may I take Juliet to see a dear friend of ours who is unwell?” Friar Lawrence looked at the lord.

“I ……” Lord Dante Montague’s reply was cut off by the lady’s mother.

“Please take heed here. Juliet needs to learn more on compassion.” Lady Angeline interjected. “My dear, please let us convene for lunch and return here later?”

Lady Angeline pulled the man into the carriage, leaving the young lady with the friar.

“Juliet, we need to talk, but not here. Come with me.” Friar Lawrence led the lady from the court.

“Romeo is…… missing. I cannot find him.” Friar Lawrence told the lady. “You must…”

“I must find him. I cannot live without him.” Juliet begged the friar.

“Please do not say that. He is around… maybe restrained from… I meant unable to leave just yet.”

“Friar, do find him. Help him. Is there any ransom to be paid here?”

“Why do you say that? He is …… may not be held against his will.” Friar Lawrence thought hard for words. “I will find him.”

“I would rather die than be away from him. Perhaps at death, we can meet one day.” Juliet cried out.

“Do not be silly, my lady. Death does not solve the issue. It will only…….” The friar held his words. “Maybe, if I tell the …… No, it may not work.”

“What may not work, Friar?” Juliet pressed on.

“If you are dead, I can… no, you will be told to the others. And the words will spread, and soon they …… Romeo may know, and he will come out.” Friar Lawrence spoke out his words when the thoughts made it up. “But I am silly. If you are dead, how else will you meet?”

“If I were to pretend to die, maybe it would work?” Juliet looked at the friar. “You told me of others who have risen from the death … …. The ……”

“The Lazarus … Lazarus of Bethany, whose life was restored by Jesus four days after his death, as told in the Gospel of John. The resurrection is considered one of the miracles of Jesus. But it was ……. It was claimed that Jesus could change death to life, physically and spiritually. When it looked like the end, when the facts said it was over, he brought new life. I suppose we are to trust this in our own lives. During our journey of life, we could change our life to be better.” Friar Lawrence sighed. “What am I talking about here?”

“We are to save Romeo.” Juliet cut in. “Could you make me look dead? Not truly dead, but seen dead. I could then be revived when Romeo arrives to see me. He would if he ever knew I am dead … or appear dead.”

“Silly of you. No one can be dead and not dead.” Friar Lawrence said. He then looked at the lady. “Maybe there is a way. I need to get ready for it… or give it some thought?”

“You are a dear man, Friar.” Juliet hugged the other.

“Are you sure?” Friar Lawrence asked.

 

 

 

Preys and Predators 3 Love Binds, Family Destroy Chapter 58

 

58.

 Jessica sat on the bench provided in the holding cell. She was upset but was more concerned about Lorenzo. He was released but will be charged later. She heard the doorbell open and saw an unfamiliar face.

“My name is Jean, but here I am known as Officer 24602. I am here to release you.” Jean then looked to the back and then back towards her. “Follow me and say nothing.”

Jessica followed the officer and was led to the street. He took her to the corner, and there she met Lorenzo. They hugged, and she cried her tears.

“We do not have much time. The others will be alerted. We need to get away.” Officer Jean led the way through the alley and on to other streets. They walked as fast as they could but soon found the city gates were all with guards. All those who were leading out of the gates were checked and identified.

“We cannot leave by there. We need to find another way.” Officer Jean told the couple. “I want you to go to the next alley and wait for me.”

Officer Jean then proceeded to the gate and met the officers there.

“Jean, the others were looking for you.” The officer there looked at Jean. “We are to check for the escapee named Jessica Judas. Her holding cell was empty just now. We were deployed here to stop her.”

“I was away… busy at the tavern.” Officer Jean feigned the excuse. “Where do I position myself?”

“North gate.” The officer told him. It was then an officer rode to the gate and saw Jean. Alongside the officer on horseback was the carriage with more officers. There were two other officers nearby on horses.

“24602! You are under arrest. We caught your friend, Maurice, at the court. Surrender now.” The senior officer was on horseback. It was how the officers were deployed so fast to the gates. Jean heard the order and turned to run. He was blocked by one officer with the baton in the right hand.

“Sorry, Pieter, but you are always slow.” Jean landed a punch on the other’s face and jumped over the groaning officer. He was chased by the officer on horseback. When the rider rode next to Jean, he reached out to the horse rein and pulled hard. The horse reeled from the pull and raised its front hoofs, causing the rider to fall off.

“Hold, Jenny.” Jean held onto the horse reins and comforted the animal. His time spent at the barn was worth its while then. He climbed on the restrained horse and rode down the street.

“Stop that man!” The fallen officer called out to the others. The two officers on horseback rode after Jean. The horse ridden by Jean galloped towards one of the city’s squares, and then Jean waited for the riders. He saw the two pursuing officers and rode to meet them. He was galloping at speed, and when he was in-between the riders, Jean reached out to the officer on the left. He grabbed the baton levelled at him, and with great strength, he pulled the baton off the officer’s hand. The pull caused the rider to fall off, and Jean was with the baton held in his right hand. He turned the horse in a tight turn and faced the remaining rider who had galloped past. He rode hard at the officer who was trying to turn his horse, but Jean caught up with the rider when he was doing the tight turn. He threw the baton at the other rider, hitting the figure on the face. That caused the last officer to fall off the horse.

Jean then retrieved the second horse and galloped off. He rode towards the nearby alley and then detoured back to fetch Lorenzo and Jessica.

“Ride for the port. Look for the vessel ship named Jamaica. See the Captain. He is paid to give you passage to Spain.” Jean dismounted. “It is all arranged by your mother, Lady Sofia, through the friar. She met me outside the court and told me of the plan.”

“Here are some ducats for your travel.” Jean smiled. “Travel safe. I will lead the officers away.”

“What about my parents?” Jessica asked.

“I will see to that they know of this … much later. Now go.” Jean assisted the lady onto the horse, while Lorenzo took the other horse. He then ran back to the square. He had to misdirect the officers who were pursuing them. He saw them near the square.

“Hey, my fellow officers. I am here.” Jean hollered out to the group of officers there. They chased after him, and Jean, who had familiarized himself with the streets and alleys, took off on the run. He ran in the bazaar nearby and ran the stretch where the traders displayed their wares. He grabbed the displays and strewed them on the flooring, thus causing havoc there. The officers numbering five rushed after him, but he was already out at the next exit. He had a choice of running to the right or left on the busy street or slipping into one of the adjacent alleys. He did that and was soon into the cloth merchant’s warehouse. He ran up the stairs to the roof, and from there he ran across the roofs. It was a route that he recalled when he was pursuing a thief once, and the memories served him well.

“He is on the roof.” The officers saw him, and then they split into two groups to pursue him.

Jean was not giving up and ran across several roofs before he descended into the canal that was flowing there. It was a calculated move, but he did not bargain for the icy water then. He swam across the canal and then climbed out. He heard the calls of the officer from across the canal and directed the pursuit path to take the nearby bridge. Well, that was not how he recalled the chase. He did jump from the roof but landed on the side of the canal.

“Damn! I should have landed on my feet.” Jean shrugged off the damp feeling and ran on. He knew of another route that he could take in front.

“There he is.” Another group of officers had blocked his path. Jean took off on the adjacent alley and was lost. He was not sure of the direction and then heard the shouts of the pursuing officers. He had little choice: fight or surrender. He saw the manhole and opened it. It was not the best of routes, but desperate moves called for desperate acts. Jean jumped and landed on the watery passages of the sewage canals. He took off on the watery path, ignoring the smell there.

“Senior Officer, the …… 24602 is in the sewers.” The pursuing officer reported to the commanding officer. “We …”

“Did you pursue?” The senior officer looked at the one who reported to him. The other officer shook his head and added, “We are tracking the sewage canals at the exits.”

“I think that will suffice. He will come out soon to get fresh air.”

 “Aye, Senior Officer.” Officer Pieter smiled. He knew that 24692 Jean once pursued an escaped felon in the sewers. “It would not be his first time.”

At the port, hidden in the warehouse, Jessica looked at the ships there on the wharf. She was with Lorenzo, and they were waiting for the right moment to sneak aboard the ship.

“Jessica, we can go someplace in Spain and start over.” Lorenzo looked at his lover. “Do you trust me?”

“I do, Lorenzo, but I am concerned about my parents. What will happen to them?”

“Nothing …… No harm will befall them. This was all my mother’s idea for us to be together. She had planned it all with the friar.” Lorenzo looked towards her.

“What of my parents? Do they know?”

“I am unsure. It was all told to me this morning by Mother. She had arranged through the officer and the ship we are to board.” Lorenzo replied. “I am sure my mother will see to the well-being of your parents.”

“How can you be sure? You are not here anymore.” Jessica looked away. “I love them.”

“As I do of you, but this is our only chance to be together.” Lorenzo held out his arms towards her.

“And be concerned about them daily. No, that is not my choice now.” Jessica sighed. “I must go back to see them. I will tell the truth… once more, and then we leave. I must leave words to them.”

“We cannot leave. It is dangerous for you.” Lorenzo tried to hold back Jessica, but she pushed him away.

“Leave me be, Lorenzo.” Jessica walked away; for her, the love of her parents was deeper. She stopped in her midstride and turned towards Lorenzo.

“Go if you must, but do not expect me to… follow now.”

If only it was simpler for Vlad then, but he found himself housed at the abandoned monastery some distance into the woods. He was brought there by the friar along with Chorbaji’s men: five of them and one reluctant young lad named Romeo.

The monastery was built at the edge of the woods near a stream, which supplied occupants with water. From the left side of the monastery, you can see the woods that look like a wall of greens, with a small garden that separates the distance. There are some ruins near the woods, probably the wooden sheds or barn when the monastery was inhabited then.

The main structure of the monastery was a small basilica, with only a nave and a wooden roof, surrounded by the monks' cells. The frescoes of the temple partially date to the 12th century. Inside the basilica were decayed paintings of the saints and some depictions of their patron. Their once luxurious clothes with rich embroidered cloths were in tatters, with dusty braids and fringes.

“You are uncomfortable, Chorbaji.” Vlad looked at the commander of the Turks. They were standing inside the basilica looking at the depiction of the patrons of the monastery. “Do they instill the guilty images inside you?”

“No more than yourself, Wallachian. The blood shed for my sins is pale to yours.”

“My past? Are we reflecting on our past? I have... Yes, I have killed many others, including my fellows of the same faith. But I can see the discomfort is building in you.” Vlad smiled. “I made my peace with my victims some years back, and my nights are without nightmares. I have surrendered my soul to God.”

“So have I, Wallachian, but our gods may… Well, I shall not say what judgement day will tell of me, but I am past the need for repentance. I have submitted myself to the way of my physical life, not what God had asked of me not to do, but the devil in me drove me to it. And with that, I am given more devil spawns to groom.”

Vald laughed then.

“I can see that beyond the dedication to the Sultan; you are still a human who harbours discomfort towards me.”

“I do not understand.” Chorbaji looked at Vlad.

“You claimed to protect me as ordered by the Sultan, and yet you loathe me for the killing I had done. Now that we are in the home of ……. God, you are feeling the humanity inside of you. Am I that loathsome, Chorbaji?”

“Why the questions now, Wallachian? You were never the one to talk, more on the need to rebel then. And for your knowledge, I like you more. You were more of myself inside, the warrior and the commander, while Radu lacked but made up for it with a charming personality.”

“Does that make me likeable? Loathsome?” Vlad looked at the other. “Be honest, we stand before God now. Or they are the messengers to God.”

“Your God, Wallachian. Not mine. But to your need to know, I do not find you loathsome. Nor likeable. I much prefer your brother’s company to being with you. I could shed my warrior self and discussnon-warlike subjects.” The Chorbaji saw the surprised look on Vlad. “In my own time. I studied astrology, mathematics, and history. Not of the violent battles but of evolution or civilization.”

“Radu will sit with me on these subjects.” Chorbaji Tarmuk smiled. “My toughness on the skin does not reflect the softness of my heart.”

“Why do you ask now, Vlad?” Chorbaji Tarmuk looked at the Wallachian.

“As I mentioned, I have closed the chapters of my past, but in truth, I am still liable for it.” Vlad sighed. “I cannot escape that. Their deaths are on my soul. Like a skin to my soul. For me to shed that, I may have to join them.”

“Do not be hard on yourself, Wallachian. If I am to count on every person I had killed in battle, I am equally as vicious as you. We are servants of our fate.”

“When you came to take me away from my family, I was relieved, for my sins will not be on them.” Vlad said. “The sins of the father can be burdensome. Let them grow without knowing their true father.”

“I am …… without words for you. I am sworn to protect you and Radu. I have to say this, but we are a family here. Your safety is on the list of concerns for me there. That I will do even if I am to sacrifice my life. As to the sins we carry, I am without any kin to carry mine, although if I am the last alive, I will carry yours and Radu's. Only God can tell me if that is true.”

“Are we then your… extended family?” Vlad asked, “Are you willing to die for us?”

Chorbaji Tarmuk remained silent. He was unsure of what to say, and instead, he looked at depictions on the wall. “Maybe we are in the right place…… They may be looking at us and/or… rather you, to have our soul cleansed of the sins.”

“If that was as easy to be done as told.” Vlad smiled. “Our enemies are drawing near. Lunch then? I’d rather be fed than die of starvation.” Vlad smiled. “I think our young guest will want to be fed too.”

The two of them looked at the lad who was bound with ropes to the chair. His name is Romeo Capulet.

 

Preys and Predators 3 Love Binds, Family Destroy Chapter 57

 

57.

 

“The court is in session.” Magistrate Javier took his seat and faced those gathered there. On the right was Montague’s clan: their lord and lady and a complement of guards alongside their released daughter. Abram Tov was there with them, staring over towards the Capulets.

On the left side were the Capulets: the Lord himself with his lady, but their stepson, Lorenzo, was not there, and the complement of guards included one named Reynard. There was one seated there named Antonio. Seated in between them were the others: Prince Escalus and Count Paris, with some guards; the friar named Lawrence; and members of the elite community, namely the traders and bankers.

“Bring in the… defendants.” Magistrate Javier called out to the guards. He then looked at the party who was making the accusation: Shylock Judas. The money lender was with his lady, Leah Judas. They have their supporters, with the Jewish leaders seated at the rear of the elite community.

Galuco Bassanio was brought in, carried on the chair. He looked haggard and was seen with the bandages on his limbs.

“Before anyone stakes a protest, Galuco Bassanio was injured when he was held captive prior to our rescues at the warehouse. At no time was he denied any medical care since then.” Magistrate Javier made the statement then. “However, in today’s session, we are referring to his defense on the debt owed to one named Shylock Judas. The matter will be contested on that today.”

“If I may present my claims, Magistrate.” Shylock stepped up to the magistrate.

“Are you proceeding without counsel to advise?” Magistrate Javier looked at the moneylender.

“Yes, Magistrate. It is a clear case of default, and I demand my compensation.” Shylock spoke up.

“You may then proceed.” Magistrate Javier said. “Make it short and precise. I have other matters to attend.”

“So be it. Galuco Bassanio approached me some time back for a loan. In which he offered me his compensation in the form of a pound of his flesh.” Shylock Judas looked at the other. “I am not here to demand my pound of flesh if he were to return my loan.”

Shylock presented his case as compassionate just to get back his ducats.

“However, as I was informed, the goods of his… confiscated by the Magistrate….” Shylock looked at the magistrate then. “It was … below the reported value.”

"We will let judicial calculators give their assessment." Magistrate Javier had the valuation prepared, and the officer for that was called to testify.

“Please give us the fair report on the valuation.” Magistrate Javier addressed the officer. The report was given, and the assessment of the value was noted.

“It is below the value of my loan to Bassanio.” Shylock interjected. “He may have……”

“Have you checked his documents before you handed over the loan?” The magistrate asked.

“I did …… not. I was assuming the value was there, given the recommendation of his friend, Antonio Meli. I am …….”

“You did not.” The magistrate cut in. “And for that, you still proceeded with the loan. Upon what security to breach the amount?”

“The loan was secured by the surety on the pound of flesh… if there was a default.” Shylock called out. It drew murmurs from those gathered there.

“A pound of flesh? What do you take that for? A butcher’s slice of the meat?” Magistrate Javier asked.

“It was……. A deterrent to the lender should he default. He offered it in lieu of the default.” Shylock argued. “We are in the risky trade of lending, and without surety, we are at a loss. We can … can call on the Court for redemption ….”

“Or deploy the mercenaries…plenty around to do the collection.” Magistrate Javier stared at the moneylender. “I have……”

“We are in the trade to survive.” Shylock defended his action. That drew applause from his associates among the gathered. “We have limited options on these matters. We are short of enforcement even from your officers.”

“Do not mock my officers, Jew.” Magistrate Javier stared at the other, but his remark drew murmurs from the gathered, especially among the faith followers.

“I will then refer to my submission. The apparent value of the shipment was overrated by the borrower; hence, I may face a loss in compensation. Therefore, I demand full value or the inclusion of the clause of the pound of flesh.” Shylock made his call and was applauded by the community he brought there. “We, the trade masters in the loans, have been repeatedly denied our true compensation more times than we can count, or should we, for that is an infringement of the agreed terms. Therefore, we…”

“I heard … adequate to the claim, J… Shylock Judas.” Magistrate Javier selected his words then. “I will ask the defendant to raise his argument.”

“Bassanio, you may proceed.” Bassanio, seated there, looked to the magistrate with his stare.

“I ……” Bassanio struggled to piece his words together while suffering from his pains. “I ……. I deny the claim that my wares were not to cover the loan and over the value. I stand by my documents that stated the value there. I called on the ……. giovani dei calcolatori to explain this.”

The officer of the "giovani dei calcolatori" took to the stand at the court and looked to the magistrate.

“I am Endonetti Duce, an officer of the "giovani dei calcolatori." I was the officer who valued the wares and had them placed at the warehouse.”

“Were the wares properly valued according to the documents?” Bassanio asked.

“Yes.” The officer replied. “There was no mistake.”

Bassanio sighed. The earlier exchange of gifts to the officer when they were disembarking the wares to the warehouse. It was a well-earned exchange, not that it was unusual for the trade of terms in the port.

“Shameless!” Shylock shouted. “You are in cahoots with the trader. This is a known fact.”

That outburst drew applause from the gathered, but some were offended, and accusations were made across the gallery. Magistrate Javier had to call for order in the gallery.

“Anyone who makes any noise will be evicted.” Magistrate Javier then looked to the money lender. “You will hold your baseless accusations or face the wrath of this court.”

It was then the new arrival drew gasps from the gallery. It was the Chief Magistrate, seldom seen at the courts due to these busy schedules of meeting the notables and elites. He was called on by Prince Escalus to oversee the case; an unusual request, but the firm handshake was the assurance then.

“My Lord, Chief Magistrate.” Magistrate Javier stood up from his seat and bowed to the higher authority.

“Do not mind me, Magistrate. I am here to listen in. No interference whatsoever.” The Chief Magistrate took his seat next to the gallery and then glanced at the gathered. He also looked at the defendant seated there with the bandages.

“Are there no legal representatives?” Chief Magistrate asked.

“There are none. The two parties wanted to hold their own representations.” Magistrate Javier, having taken his seat, replied to the Chief Magistrate. “May we ……”

“Have you explained to them their rights? If they do not have any ‘juri,’ they may be … shall I say misquote the terms of law?”

In 15th-century Genoa, individuals involved in legal proceedings would have worked with legal professionals such as notaries, who drafted documents and handled legal matters, and lawyers known as "juri" or similar titles, who provided legal opinions, often in writing as "consilia." 

“I am sure they are well advised.” Magistrate Javier replied with scorn on his expression. He was cautioned in his domain on the rules of conduct.

“Well, did you ask them?” Chief Magistrate asked.

“Yes, my lord.” Magistrate Javier then looked at Shylock and then at Bassanio.

“Do both of you decline any ……. Assigned legal representatives to plead your case?”

Shylock nodded with confidence. Bassanio flinched on the seat and was about to reply when a voice came from the entrance to the court.

“Please hold. The legal representative of the defendant is here.”

It was Portia Belmont accompanied by her friend Nerissa and a male guest.

“I am Portia Belmont and will represent my fiancé in his defense.” Portia had worn a dark suit like a male and had her hair shaped into a bun behind her head.

“Blasphemy!” Shylock roared out. “How could……”

“Judas Shylock, please refrain from using that term. It is an insult to us.” Friar Lawrence stood up to shout at the other. “I defend my God and his believers.”

That action drew on arguments among the gathered until the magistrate called to order the matter.

“Any more noises, and all of you will leave my court.” Magistrate Javier made the order and then looked at the lady who was there to represent the defendant.

“Ms. Portia Belmont, may I know your legal standing with the defendant?”

“Magistrate Javier, you knew of this. You even invaded my home and confiscated my fiancé’s wares.”

“I …… How may I be accused of such acts? I was at your home, and you were in possession of ……”

“Stolen? Or misrepresented by ownership? I held the proper documents… original documents for the wares, which I duly took possession of to safe guarding my home.” Portia Belmont looked at the magistrate. “How else could I get the documents unless I am… his to give, rightfully as his fiancé and later wedded wife?”

“I ……” Magistrate Javier was at a loss for words.

“Which you had also held me in custody on the accusation that I was involved … … Your words, Magistrate Javier mentioned in the presence of witnesses then … Was it not a statement that I was… am with the defendant in some personal capacity? Or a fling of lust then?”

“I ……” Magistrate Javier was again at a loss for words.

“An insult to a lady who had just lost her guardian…. God bless my father …. Wherever he may be now. And if he was there then, he would have called for a personal duel with you for my reputation.” Portia Belmot’s remark drew on applause.

Personal duels were generally not outlawed in 15th-century Genoa; they were a widespread practice, though increasingly subject to legal restrictions and moral condemnation, especially after the 16th century. The tradition of the duel as a personal fight for honor or to settle an affront.

“Yes, I am the fiancé of Bassanio, and due to the solemn period of grief, I am to delay my matrimony exchange to a later date.” Portia then looked at the other. “Bassanio, my dear. What did they do to you?”

The lady approached the bandaged man. That approach drew empathy from the gathered. She then looked at the magistrate.

“Are you… deprived of humanity to inflict injuries such as that on another?”

“Lady Belmont, I can assure you those injuries were not ours. If it was, the defendant could file a report on it.”

“We shall……. But not today. I am here to defend Andre Bassanio Tito on this case by Shylock Judas.”

“How so, Lady Belmont?” Magistrate Javier looked at the lady. “You are not a ‘jury.’”

“I am an affected party here. Women have acted as formal ‘juries,’ although the legal and societal structures here at the time limited women's professional roles. One day, we shall take our post within that circle. However, in my personal capacity, I have prepared many legal documents or advised on them for my father, Lord Belmont, in his works.” Portia Belmont looked to the gathered traders. “Most of them could attest to that.”

It drew nods and murmurs from the gallery.

“Lena Spinola in 1360 ……. Perhaps you may not be aware, as you are not from Genoa then. acted as legal agents through a procuration…… An exceptional case where her husband, a prominent Genoese family member, appointed her to manage a transaction on his behalf.”

“She did it although she required a male relative (consigliere) to oversee her actions. I have mine here, my cousin, Enrico Moet. He is a member of the “jury circle.” Portia Belmont looked at the magistrate. “I stand by the precedent drawn from Lena Spinola.”

“Perhaps you may think we are in Florence, where the orientation of law was focused on protecting property within male lineages and limiting female autonomy, rather than expanding women's public and legal roles. Geno is more …… liberal.” Portia Belmont drew applause from the gallery.

“I need to consult the……” Magistrate Javier looked to his desk for notes.

“I stand by Ms. Belmont’s request. I am from Genoa, and her representation is valid. She may proceed.” The Chief Magistrate said.

 

Preys and Predators 3 Love Binds, Family Destroy Chapter 56

 

56.

 

The friar, exhausted from his search for the elusive Capulet boy, trudged to his own home at the edge of the city. He took the offer of the cottage, an old man who died in his sleep from old age but left the home to the friar. It is a simple cottage on the small hill, with a smaller barn next to it. The barn held no animals but some chickens. Despite his faith, Friar Lawrence held his sermons in the village square or wherever anyone would lend their ears to his words.

On that day, he was in a rush with many things that he had to do. And then his physical self warranted immediate attention. The friar stepped into his cottage and was surprised to see an unknown figure there.

“I only wish anxiety did not dictate my personal needs, but it cannot be helped now.” Friar Lawrence rushed to the door, and then he asked.

“Who are you?”

“I am Vlad Tepes, or you may have known me as the Impaler.” The figure is seated, smiling, and holding the glass of red wine. “You have a good collection there. My apologies for intruding on you.”

“Well, excuse me. I must gather what I need for the thunderboxat the rear. I had soiled my pants.” The friar ran to the sleeping chamber of his. Vlad smiled at the departure. He had soiled his pants many times in battle with the more urgent need to stay alive then. He was surprised to see another figure step in.

“Who are you?” The new figure was Abram, who had followed the friar.

“Vlad Tepes.” The Impaler was now afraid to reveal his name. “I am a……. Guest here.”

“Vlad Tepes? Are you the one they named the Impaler?” Abram asked. It was then he stepped to the right to avoid the thrust of the sword. The attack came from the rear, held by a Janissary with a kilij. He chopped down with his left hand on the wrist of the Janissary. The Janissary sword fell to the flooring.

“Not the best way to greet another guest.” Abram had drawn the dagger at his waist belt and stabbed the Janissary in the left ribs. He then pulled the dagger out and thrust it once more into the left armpit.

“You have a reputation of killing without mercy, and I can see that now.” Abram stepped back from the dead Janissary. “A Turk here? Are you in alliance with them, or is he here to kill you too?”

“I ……” Vlad was to explain when another Janissary charged from the rear of Vlad. The attacker held the kilij over the head for the overhead swing, but Vlad intervened. He tossed the content of the wine at the Janissary and then lashed out with a hand blow at the face.

“Run, Genoa warrior. I will stop him.” Vlad called out. Abram turned and fled when he saw the third attacker was charging him from the rear. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut behind him.

“Stop!” Chorbaji Tarmuk called out. “Do not pursue.”

The two Janissaries obeyed their commander.

“Remove the dead warrior.” Chorbaji Tarmuk then stared at the Wallachian. “You caused me shame to my men.”

“Shame? It was not me who attacked the Genoa warrior. Your men sneaked in from the rear. As the other one did, too, and I... toppled my wine.” 

“You deliberately... Why am I arguing with you now?” Chorbaji Tarmuk sighed. “Yuseff is a good warrior and friend to me. As they all have been with me for so many years. His death will be remembered, and they will call for vengeance.”

“Why bring me here then? Who was that man?” Vlad asked.

“This is the home of one named Lamin Tarik, or in this area, he is known as the friar.” Chorbaji Tarmuk replied.

“An Ottoman spy, I presume.” Vlad said.

“No, not truly, but he had served his purpose. He chose to remain here, and we called on him only recently.” The Janissary Commander looked at the Wallachian. “The one that walked in was unknown to us. He may have followed Lamin here. But why, we are unsure.”

“So, I am exposed then.” Vlad smiled. “Shall we move on then from here?”

“I will ……” It was then the friar stepped back into the cottage and was escorted by one of the other Janissaries. Chorbaji stopped short and looked at the friar.

“You have enemies for a man of the faith.”

“My faith or loyalty carries its burden, Chorbaji.” Friar Lawrence smiled. “He who attacked your man was a brave warrior.”

“You knew him?”

“I saw him leaving when I was outside. His name is Abram Tov, and he worked for the Montague clan. Why is he here? I am unsure.”

“He was seen to be following you here.” Chorbaji Tarmuk said. “Are you saying he works for the Montague clan? Dante Montague.”

“Yes, he is one of the guards there.” The friar looked at the Wallachian. “Perhaps he was to follow me to check in on the whereabouts of their lady, Juliet Montague.”

“Or perhaps of this Wallachian.” Friar Lawrence looked back to the Chorbaji. “Whatever it may be, he is not safe here anymore.”

“Vlad Tepes is my concern. But what intrigued me was why Juliet Montague was involved with you.” Chorbaji Tarmuk stared at the friar.

“A long tale, but in brief, the young lady is looking for Romeo Capulet, and I was told of this.” Friar Lawrence said. “You may know……”

“Gencio Capulet offered my guest sanctuary here.” Chorbaji Tarmuk motioned to Vlad. “It is unlikely he will harm his own guest.”

“If he is truly Vlad Tepes, the Impaler, that will account for the large group of mercenaries brought by Prince Escalus and Count Paris. They sought the Empress Jewels, and he is the last possible benefactor.”

“You know quite a lot of the events here, Lamin.”

“I am a friar and held my sight for strangers and set my ears for any rumours. I hold no interest in the jewels, but the man responsible for many deaths... well, I considered him as a subject of interest.”

“Guard the trail here, Din. There may be others.” Chorbaji Tarmuk instructed the Janissary and then looked back at the friar. “Forget the Impaler, and tell me of this Abram of Montague.”

“Abram is a good man on the side of the Montague, but he is not of his name. His real name is Abram Tov, a warrior from Wallachia before he fled here. He has a son named Karl Tov…”

“Enough of the family ties. What is ……” Chorbaji Tarmuk snapped out.

“Karl Tov is the adopted son of Gencio Capulet; his other name is Lorenzo Capulet. He is the brother of Romeo Capulet, with the same mother. Or maybe not, but linked by blood.” The friar smiled. “He is now involved in the disappearance of Romeo Capulet.”

“Such intricacies in the family issue here.” Chorbaji Tarmuk sighed. “Right now, Abram saw the Impaler, and he may tell the others. We may need to find another safe house. And then report to Lord Gencio Capulet.”

“Who is my father to you?” The figure stepped into the cottage. “My name is …….”

“Romeo Capulet! What are you doing here?” Friar Lawrence stepped towards the lad. “They are all looking for you.”

“I am fine. Tell me, … Turk. Who are you to my father?” Romeo approached Chorbaji Tarmuk.

“When did you ……” Friar Lawrence was ignored by the lad.

“I am a friend of your father.” Chorbaji Tarmuk said to the lad. “He invited me here to Genoa with this gentleman.”

“Vlad Tepes, or the Impaler. I heard of his reputation.” Romeo stared at the Wallachian. “You lied to me. My father will not be ……”

“Romeo! Listen to him.” Friar Lawrence cut in. “He is your father’s friend. How did you get here without being noticed?’

“There is a side trail there. I used it to come in and saw the…others. I hid outside the window and heard the conversation. And saw Abram leave here.”

“Impudent fool!” Chorbaji Tarmuk looked at Romeo Capulet. “We ought to have you killed. Are you aware your presence here intrudes on our safety?”

“Do not be hasty, Chorbaji. I may have the solution for us.” Friar Lawrence cut in.

Abram had taken the trail back to the city. He was thinking of the Impaler, the man responsible for the death of many of his friends. He could not think why the friar was involved there. He was also concerned about Juliet Montague.

“Abram, halt there.” That voice belonged to Reynard of the Capulet. Abram looked at the other.

“When have I obeyed your orders, Capulet?” Abram saw Reynard had stepped into his path. “Step aside.”

“Abram, I am to find Romeo, and it led me to here. The friar is a friend of the lad. Did you see young Romeo there?”

“I am no guard of the Capulet. I care not for the lad.” Abram took one step forth and was stopped by Reynard.

“Do not battle with me, Abram. I have known you……”

“Know of me? We have never spoken before, Reynard. And neither have we ever held a drink together.”

“Abram, we have both served the clan for years. I am only to do my task to find my care.” Reynard did not move from his position. His right hand was on the dagger at his waist belt. “We do not have to battle. Please tell me if you have seen Romeo.”

“I have not. And if I did, why should I tell you? I could tell your lord and get rewarded.” Abram retorted back. “Or will I get stabbed in the back for not telling you?”

“Abram, please do not taunt me.” Reynard was getting impatient.

“Or what? You will kill me like Mercutio? And then say it was the work of another?”

“You are ……” Reynard pushed the other with his left hand. “I will not tolerate such accusations.”

Abram fell back several steps from the push and had his dagger out from his own waist belt. He leveled it at the Capulet’s guard.

“You are brash when you push there.” Abram confronted the other.

“I do not fear you, Abram.” Reynard in turn reached for his own dagger. “We have delayed our duel for far too long.”

“Then let us do it.” Abram called out to the other. “I do not fear you at all.”

It was then the duo was interrupted by the arrival of the Capulet’s servant.

“Master Reynard, Lorenzo was taken in by the magistrate just now. Lord Gencio Capulet is to get him back.” The servant reported to the Capulet’s guard. “You need to get back now. Lady Sofia needs to be protected.”

“Another day, Abram.” Reynard sheathed the dagger and rushed off. The servant looked at Abram. He recognized the other and reported on the fate of Lady Juliet.

 

Preys and Predators 3 Love Binds, Family Destroy Chapter 55

 

55.

 

“Romeo, where art thou?” Juliet had sneaked out of the house and rushed there to the cottage. She found no one there, and was concerned on the fate of Romeo.

“Juliet, there you are.” It was Lorenzo who appeared there. “Do you know that Jessica is held in custody by the Magistrate? I was told that the Magistrate was questioning her on the whereabouts of Romeo. I want to get him to save her.”

“He is not here. Could Romeo had been taken too?” Juliet was concerned.

“I am unsure. I came here to check and found you instead.” Lorenzo looked at the furnishings there.

“I must find him.” Juliet was frantic to check for her lover. She saw then the arrival of the friar.

“Friar, have you seen Romeo?” Juliet approached the other. “He is not here.”

“I know not of this.” Friar Lawrence shook his head. “I came here for I had seen Jessica in the Magistrate Court and yet I am forbidden to see her. They said she is Jew. And I was now allowed to see her.”

“You must help her.” Lorenzo jumped into the discussion. “She was not involved.”

“She is now.” Friar Lawrence sighed. “Where is Romeo?”

“We are unsure. We arrived here and he is not around.” Juliet sighed. “He could be taken.”

“I doubt so. If he was taken, I will know. The Capulets will have the Court surrounded.” Friar Lawrence sighed. “He must had sneaked out.”

“To where?” Juliet asked.

“To find you, my dear.” The friar smiled. “He is a silly boy.”

“Then we must find him before he gets into trouble.” Juliet expressed her anxiety.

“Lorenzo, where are the other places that you think Romeo may hide in?” The friar asked.

“I know not where else. We are brothers ……. Kins but hardly we played together.” Lorenzo sighed. “Maybe he gone home. Mother will see to his safety.”

“I doubt so. Or maybe he had. But there is one other place he will go to.” The friar looked at Juliet. “Your home. To see you.”

“I must return then.” Juliet Montague turned to leave.

“Let me go with you, Juliet.” Lorenzo offered his assistance. They left the cottage and then the friar took to the side door to leave. On the way by the trail, Juliet and Lorenzo was met by the Magistrate’s guards.

“Juliet Montague, we are to take you with us to the Magistrate Court.”

At that moment in the home of the Montagues, Angelica was concerned on the whereabouts of her care. She had taken care of Juliet from birth; her mother was weak from the delivery of the child, her first then, and it was a tough birth. Juliet was entrusted to the care of the nurse, who took in her stride then.

Lullay, mine Liking, my dear Son, mine Sweeting,
Lullay, my dear heart, mine own dear darling.

(The more well-known Coventry Carol, takes the form of a lullaby sung by Mary to the infant Jesus, but here it is used a refrain around a description of an encounter with the nativity. 

https://corymbus.co.uk/2014/12/22/lullay-my-dere-herte-myn-owyn-dere-derlyng/)

Juliet was not an easy child to care unlike the litter she had nurtured before. With the lullaby there, Angelica git the child to sleep rested at her bosom, and fed with pap. Pap was made from flour or bread crumbs cooked in water or milk. 

“Feed thy mouth on this, my dear. You are a lucky baby here. Others out there, gruel (a thinner cereal-based liquid) and panada (bread cooked in broth) were their infant's diet.” Angelica loved the child but she could not hesitate to grind on the troubles of the others to her care.

“The bed unkempt. God, give this child the teaching of real life.” Angelica approached the bed that Juliet sleeps on. Her chamber was enough to fill the space for a family, but being in the more affluent life, she hardly knows that.

“Dire are mine, for thee back will be sore for nights if I ever to clean this chamber.” Angelica turned to the door to call on the cleaning maids, and then she stumbled on a hooded man standing there by the door.

“Hush, my ……. Angelica. It is me, Romeo; the friend of Juliet.” The manly figure covered with the dark cloak whispered. “Please do not call on the servants …… yet.”

“The …….” Angelica refrain from her comments. “You are the ailing rooster that was outside the walls. Well, she is not here. She left the house earlier.”

“Juliet left the house? Where to?” Romeo asked. “I came to see her.”

“And to whom you may had missed.” Angelica smirked. “Please, dear sir. The lord is at home, and if he finds you, it may be without fail you will lose your rooster …… beak.”

“Let me take you out. Do not make a sound.” Angelica then led the Capulet out with his hood over his head/ He was let out of the house by the servant’s entrance. Angelica went back to the chamber and saw Lady Angeline waiting there.

“Was that the Capulet boy?” Lady Angeline asked.

“Yes, my lady. He was …. He sneaked in but I told him …...”

“It is best that the lord does not know of this.” Lady Angeline cut in. “I want the servants to pay vigilance to any strangers in the house.”

The nurse nodded and left the chamber. Lady Angeline looked out of the window at the road ahead. She saw the Capulet lad walking there. Unknown to him, Abram was following behind. It was the latter who reported to her on the Capulet boy. She had then instructed the guard to follow the boy. She heard that Lord Dante Montague was to be in the Magistrate Court to check on the daughter. She was apprehended with Lorenzo on the outskirt of the city. Lord Gencio Capulet was advised on the matter too.

“Lord Dante Montague, your daughter is under investigation for the investigate on the fugitive, Romeo Capulet.” Magistrate Javier said to the lord when they met there. “She can be being held to be question here. At no time, is she a …….”

“Magistrate Javier, what proof have you that my daughter is involved with the Capulet boy?” Lord Dante Montague pressed for answer, and he had brought his own friends, and among them were senior members of the trade association.

During that period, Genoa's legal system was complex, utilizing both local statutes and the ius commune to resolve disputes, particularly in civil and commercial matters. The magistrates operated within a legal system that drew from both local traditions and Roman-canonical law to address issues like contracts and family matters, though the state itself had limited power over its citizens and society. 

The period was also marked by a shift in the ruling class from older noble clans to newer merchant-banking elites who wielded power through commercial success and control over institutions. The ruling class was a mix of established noble families and newly wealthy merchant families who had gained prominence through banking and overseas trade. 

“I am doing whatever …….” Magistrate Javier was upset that the lord had massed the influential to back him. We are questioning anyone who may had met or know of Romeo Capulet.”

“And which without proof, you have no jurisdiction to detain my daughter. Do I need to see the Chief Magistrate to get his view on the matter?” Lord Dante Montague leaned on the Magistrate with his influence. Javier himself was upset at the Belmont’s confiscation, and then the refusal of Portia Belmont to say anything on the wares.

“No, that will not be needed. You may take your daughter back.” Javier bend to the demand.

“What of my Lorenzo?” It was Lord Gencio Capulet who arrived then. “I demand his release. You cannot be picking up people on mere suspicion or by association.”

“Lord Gencio Capulet……” Magistrate Javier sighed. “Yes, you can take him back too.”

It was a bad day for the Magistrate who had to deal with these two influential families. Lorenzo and Juliet were brought out.

“Are you hurt, Lorenzo?” Lord Gencio Capulet saw the bruises on the lad’s face.

“Lorenzo Capulet was aggressive and had to be handed by my guards.” Magistrate Javier told the father. “He needs to be told that we will not tolerate violence.”

“Father, help Jessica please.” Lorenzo pleaded with the father.

“Not today, Lorenzo. We need to get you home. Mother is waiting.” Lord Gencio Capulet then looked at the Magistrate. “The matter will be brought up to the Chief Magistrate.”

 It was then Shylock who had arrived at the Court and heard the exchange. He approached the Magistrate and pressed on his demand.

“Jessica Judas is an accomplice of Romeo Capulet. She cannot be released just yet.” Javier told Shylock. He was furious to be confronted. Shylock turned towards Lord Gencio Capulet for assistance.

“I cannot assist there.” Lord Gencio Capulet shook his head. “I am to go now. Please let me go home with my son now.”

With that, Lord Gencio Capulet stepped out of the Courts. He saw Lord Dante Montague boarded the carriage, and hesitated to approach it. He was to leave when Lady Sofia excused herself. She told him she has other matters to attend. Lord Gencio Capulet boarded his and the driver took them home.

Shylock himself was upset still in the Magistrate Court, then approached the Magistrate.

“I demand a hearing on my report on Andre Bassanio. His wares are now confiscated by your officers and by the deed of loan, belonged to me. I demand justice to my claims.”

Portia Belmont was allowed to visit Andre Bassanio at his cell. It was unprecedented but Jean managed to convince the fellow officers to let her visit him.

“Hello, Portia. How are you?” Bassanio sat up on the cot provided to him. He was covered in blood form the beatings inflicted on him. Portia stepped closer to him, and was told of his predicament.

“The wares are confiscated by the Magistrate.” Portia told him.

“So, he must had found whatever he was looking for.” Bassanio smiled. “It had driven many to seek it.”

“Whatever it was, I had checked earlier. There was no case in the wares. No jewels found.” Portia told the other. “Were you conned on it?”

“No case? It cannot be. The Turk showed me the case when we were arranging the shipment. It must be in there.” Bassanio was stunned. “It cannot be missing. Maybe the Dock Master took it.”

“Impossible. The wares were kept under guard in the warehouse. You know how tight the security was there. It was the rule of the trade to ensure Genoa was never suspicious of any missing wares.”

The judicial body ie named the judicial calculators, ensure the unloading of the wares were to requirements. They are supported by the "giovani dei calcolatori," acted as witnesses to prevent fraud and ensure accurate reporting of goods. Any masters found guilty of fraud during eh unloading will be punished.

Portia then produced the small case she retrieved from the wares. “This was declared, arrived sealed but it was empty.”

“The case……. Empty? It cannot be.” Bassanio grabbed the case. He opened it and looked inside. It was empty. “I did not check the case before. Was I conned by the Turk then?”

“A false trail created to confuse the others. What are this jewels that everyone coveted to get?”

The demands of Shylock were fulfilled and he pressed on the legality on his claims.

“It will be carried out. You will have your chance at the Courts.” Javier looked at the money lender. “Andre Bassanio Tito will appear there.”