Bails audibly gasped and put that earlier, animated hand of his to his neck. His eyes widened and tones sounded strangled. "What are you going to do about it?"
Aegus looked back at the dead, young scribe as attendants were starting to cover him with a long, black cloth pulled from one of the many displayed in the hall of mourning. "What would you have me do, Magistrate? You have the ear of the king himself, and the prelate."
The Magistrate seemed beside himself with frustration, fear, and anger. "But you are a Graycloak! Is he not?" Imploring at the other lords and such, then glared at Aegus. "You must do something!"
Aegus stepped over the small stream of drying blood. His long, gray and very heavy cloak fell just short of the floor and did not drag through it. He stopped before Bails and looked to the others, then down at the fat, gaudily dressed man.
"I am not in your service, Magistrate." Intentionally, he left off the man's name, as he pointedly reminded Bails. "I am in the service of the king and the High Lady. You will do good to remember that. As for what I, or any other Graycloak will do, will be up to His Majesty when all presently known facts are brought to him." Aegus smiled, but it was tight and dark. "Do not forget to pass that message to your friend, the Prelate Sars. I would not wish him to be left uninformed." He said, without saying specifically, that it was known Bails ran to Sar with everything like a child tattling on a playmate.
Then Aegus looked downwards, quiet a long moment so that Bails would be compelled to do that same, at the bloody ceremonial dagger. "And I will personally apologize to the king and high-lady for using this to stave an attack on anyone." It troubled Aegus that he had used the sacred blade at all for such a purpose, more than the blood and entrails that had been spilled from it. It was something heavily steeped in tradition for longer than he could remembered. The man had meant to kill and he had to move quickly. Already holding the knife during the ceremony, he had simply made use of it.
Bails cringed and backed off from the horrendous looking blade, cowering off to the side as if he was afraid Aegus might use it on him, or worse get his robes dirty.
The girls in their black silkpanels were looked at. Tears were just starting to dry on the face of one of them and the other's head was so lowly bent that he could not see her face, but he could tell by the bowing of her slender shoulders that she was just as upset as the girl beside her. The two would have been in a corner if it had been allowed. Aegus looked away from them and ultimately ignored the Magistrate and looked to Kaes. "We should go. There are matters to meet on with our Brothers." Brothers was said with a meaning of the Graycloaks.
Kaes nodded and stepped over the blood and passed Bails without a look at him and his attendants, to follow his brother. Behind them, other Graycloaks and those of the Great Stay of Stonecreed followed as one, large group.