Rasputin frowned but said nothing, though he left his hand on the pommel of his sword. The woman in the black dress glanced at the sword, then her eyes flicked back up to his face as she smiled, more fully this time.
“You won’t be needing your weapons here bounty hunter. You’re in the court of the Commission now; weapons are forbidden in our presence.”
Rasputin’s eyes widened as he felt the sword hilt vanish from beneath his hand, its reassuring weight gone. He breathed, glared at the women sat in rows of benches before him.
“Rasputin Galaciano Kagume, you stand accused of breaching Regulation 42 of the Byways Act. As you know, it is the code set down by the High Commissariat which governs the use of inter-dimensional travel.”
The woman in the black dress continued. “I doubt that a neanderthal like you would remember the fifty regulations of the Byways Act, though even schoolchildren could recite them from memory, so I’ll tell you exactly what you stand accused of. Regulation 42 concerns interference with any locus outside of our own. Remember that gladiator you killed? Well the locals found some of the poison you used.”
“Impossible; that venom was designed to break down without a trace.”
“Well, it didn’t. Seems like somebody has betrayed you.”