Chronicle of the solution: The Seal of the Court
Theft Tier II
The archivist has tied the file with red cord, the sign that the theft has found its author. The chronicle below shows how.
The opening of the investigation
A bold theft has shaken the calm of the court, and calm will not return until the truth comes out. The culprit worked cleanly, but not without witnesses — and the witnesses, at last, have begun to talk. The testimonies keep returning to the same names: Sir Bogdan de Fag, Iustin the Mariner, Manole the Jeweller and Margica the Innkeeper. The places named in the testimonies — the north wall, the hunting lodge, the tourney field and the queen's garden — each await their turn under scrutiny. Study the testimonies at your leisure, fit them into the grid, and pronounce your verdict without haste.
A court seal is a small thing, heavy and dear — exactly the sort of object that fits in a fist and changes a kingdom. When it went missing, the Chancellery did not look for an ordinary thief but for someone who knows what they are holding.
Which is why Manole the Jeweller is among the suspects, the only one of the four who could tell you its weight with his eyes shut. The others are Sir Bogdan de Fag; Iustin the Mariner — the man who can take anything out of the realm by water; and Margica the Innkeeper, at whose door everyone stops before leaving.
The places are unusually open for a theft: the north wall, the hunting lodge, the tourney field and the queen's garden. Three of the four are under open sky, which means more witnesses and, contrary to expectation, a harder dossier: witnesses contradict one another.
Tier II. You have three attempts. Spending them all is worth it only when the grid is complete — a hasty verdict costs fifteen per cent of your score.
The clerk entered Sir Bogdan de Fag, Iustin the Mariner, Manole the Jeweller and Margica the Innkeeper in the register — that, and not one name more, until the verdict.
The suspects
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Sir Bogdan de Fag
He pawned his armour to pay his tavern debts. Honour, he says, does not rust.
1.85 m tall · blue eyes · brown hair · right-handed
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Iustin the Mariner
He brings goods from ports with unpronounceable names. Half the cargo never appears in the customs records.
1.78 m tall · blue eyes · black hair · left-handed
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Manole the Jeweller
He tells gold from gilt at a glance. With people, he admits, it takes him two.
1.69 m tall · brown eyes · brown hair · right-handed
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Margica the Innkeeper
At the Golden Boar inn, wine and secrets are spilled in equal measure. She never forgets a debt - or a word let slip.
1.61 m tall · dark eyes · chestnut hair · right-handed
Locations
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The north wall
The stretch of wall the patrol skirts when the wind blows. Everyone knows that.
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The hunting lodge
The royal cabin in the heart of the forest. Far from the eyes of the court - which is exactly what suits some.
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The tourney field
Empty stands outside festival days. An excellent place for meetings that never happened.
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The queen's garden
Roses trimmed to a line and paths you may walk only by invitation. At night, the hedge has ears.
Objects
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The map of the realm
The kingdom's borders, drawn with a fresh correction where there should be none.
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The small wine cask
Arin wine, the good year. The bung was pulled and put back by an unskilled hand.
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The ermine cloak
White fur with black tails - only the royal family may wear it. It has a tear at the hem.
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The herald's horn
It sounds the muster, the alarm, or the retreat. Whoever holds it can start a whole panic with a single breath.
Moments
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At dawn
When the citadel is barely waking and the guards still doze.
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After matins
The hour after the morning service, when the abbey empties.
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At noon
Midday, with bustle in the markets and silence in the alcoves.
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At dusk
When the shadows lengthen and the lanterns are not yet lit.
Everything that could be learned
This much the investigation had at its disposal, not a line more. The set is minimal by construction — remove any of the rows below and the dossier becomes unsolvable again.
- Even the jester says it in earnest: Sir Bogdan de Fag never set foot in the hunting lodge.
- The chronicler notes drily: the herald's horn matches that hour: after matins, whatever the court may say.
- The hounds caught no scent at all: Manole the Jeweller never set foot in the hunting lodge.
- An honest-faced witness saw it plainly: the map of the realm matches that hour: at dawn.
- Two witnesses, upon their crest: the left-handed suspect never set foot in the hunting lodge.
- Every scout reports the same about the culprit: the culprit handled the small wine cask.
- In the Chancellery's ledger it stands in black and white: the north wall and the small wine cask go together.
- However it may seem, at suspects, the queen's garden and the hour "at dawn" take different roads.
- An honest-faced witness saw it plainly: Sir Bogdan de Fag handled the map of the realm.
- A maid whispered it at confession: Manole the Jeweller was there after matins.
- A maid whispered it at confession: the suspect with dark eyes was there at dusk.
See how the verdict was reached — warning: past this line, the mystery ends
The reasoning, step by step
The investigator guessed at nothing. Each finding went to its place in the grid, each testimony passed through the sieve of the Supreme Law, and elimination did the rest.
The gate register had kept a trace of its own: “Even the jester says it in earnest: Sir Bogdan de Fag never set foot in the hunting lodge”. The possibility fell without appeal, and the circle tightened by one finger.
A report from the watch brought clarity: “The chronicler notes drily: the herald's horn matches that hour: after matins, whatever the court may say”. The tick goes down without hesitation, and with it fall all the other cells on that row and that column.
The next line was the one that changed the reckoning: “The hounds caught no scent at all: Manole the Jeweller never set foot in the hunting lodge”. A well-proved “no” is worth, in an investigation, ten suspicions.
The archivist copied on, without comment, everything that could be proved: “An honest-faced witness saw it plainly: the map of the realm matches that hour: at dawn”; “Two witnesses, upon their crest: the left-handed suspect never set foot in the hunting lodge”; “Every scout reports the same about the culprit: the culprit handled the small wine cask”; “In the Chancellery's ledger it stands in black and white: the north wall and the small wine cask go together”; “However it may seem, at suspects, the queen's garden and the hour "at dawn" take different roads”; “An honest-faced witness saw it plainly: Sir Bogdan de Fag handled the map of the realm”. Laid end to end, they did what not one of them could have done alone.
This too was added to the file: “A maid whispered it at confession: Manole the Jeweller was there after matins”. The match was nailed down, and the rest of the row was left clean, like a page wiped with a sponge.
From one word to the next, the investigation arrived here: “A maid whispered it at confession: the suspect with dark eyes was there at dusk”. A pair was tied, and the knot dragged a whole handful of impossibilities after it.
The Chancellery's verdict
At the end of the grid one name alone remained: Iustin the Mariner. The arrangement in the grid is this: Iustin the Mariner was at the north wall, handled the small wine cask and was there at noon. All of this follows from the findings above, without a single unproved hypothesis.
What became of the others
And here is what had become of the others, in that same hour: Sir Bogdan de Fag was at the tourney field, handled the map of the realm and was there at dawn; Manole the Jeweller was at the queen's garden, handled the herald's horn and was there after matins; Margica the Innkeeper was at the hunting lodge, handled the ermine cloak and was there at dusk. They look like rows of padding and they are not: the whole of the rest rests on them.
The file sits on its shelf today, tied with red cord. What is worth keeping from it is not the culprit's name but the road: every step verifiable, none of them guessed.
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