“Judge and jury be damned, your honour,” he answered boldly. “It was an Irish verdict. It had no sense. It was a bit of ballyhack. He did not kill an unarmed man. It isn’t his way. Why, he didn’t kill you when he had you at his mercy in Phoenix Park, now, did he, governor?”
A flush stole up the governor’s face from his chin. Then he turned to Boland and looked him straight in the eyes. “That’s true. He had me at his mercy, and he did not take my life.”
“Then, why do you head the cabal against him? Why do you take joy in commanding him to stay on his estate? Is that grateful, your honour?”
The governor winced, but he said: “It’s what I am ordered to do, my man. I’m a servant of the Crown, and the Crown has ordained it.”
Again Darius grew stronger in speech. “But why do you have pleasure in it? Is nothing left to your judgment? Do you say to me that if he keeps the freedom such as he has enjoyed, you’d punish him? Must the governor be as ruthless as his master? Look, your honour, I wouldn’t impose that command—not till I’d taken his advice about the Maroons anyway. There’s trouble brewing, and Mr. Calhoun knows it. He has warned you through the provost-marshal. I’d heed his warning, your honour, or it may injure your reputation as a ruler. No, I’d see myself in nethermost hell before I’d meddle with Mr. Calhoun. He’s a dangerous man, when he’s moved.”
“Boland, you’ll succeed as a schoolmaster, when all else fails. You teach persistently.”
“Your honour is clever enough to know what’s what, but I’d like to see the Maroons dealt with. This is not my country, but I’ve got interests here, or my mistress has, and that’s the same to me.... Does your honour travel often without a suite?”
The governor waved a hand behind him. “I left them at the last plantation, and rode on alone. I felt safe enough till I saw you, Boland.”
He smiled grimly, and a grimmer smile stole to the lean lips of the manager of Salem. “Fear is a good thing for forward minds, your honour,” he said with respect in the tone of his voice and challenge in the words.
“I’ll say this, Boland, your mistress has been fortunate in her staff. You have a ready tongue.”