Part 32:
Rather than the anger he expected, Fontaine laughed.
"I'd say the same, but I think we need more Wardens, not less, eh?"
"Come along. Bring the woman." He waved them towards the door.
"Let us heal her first, please," Wynne appealed. "At least let me try a poultice, my heals do nothing for her." She looked at the Chevalier imploringly.
"No," he told her. "Her condition is terrible, but she can travel on a blanket carried between four of my men. If she is seen as she is right now, then the extent of Montreux's crimes cannot be denied. But if she is healed, her voice will be far weaker—no matter how well she can speak."
"Come," he said, motioning four of the other Chevaliers to lift her onto a blanket.
Alistair snarled at the fourth as he tried to pick up the last corner of the blanket that would carry her to… he knew not where. The man darted a look at Fontaine, who nodded for him to back off. He stepped away, looking daggers at Alistair as he did so.
Then they followed Fontaine out into the hallway, and through the castle.
"Here we are," Fontaine said, pushing the door open and bringing them into the large meeting room. "Put her down." He looked at Alistair, "You may stay with her, if you like."
Alistair nodded, grateful for the kindness—wherever it might lead in the end.
A side door opened, and a diminutive woman walked into the room, flanked by two more massive Chevaliers. The ancient woman was dwarfed by them, yet they clearly held her in high esteem.
"Adjudicator Benoit," Fontaine told them. "She is here to hear our charges against Montreux."
"Charges?" Leliana asked. "But none can bring charges against Chevaliers," she protested.
"Except our peers, Lady Bard," Fontaine told her. Then he winked at her, and she blushed.
"Ah, there he is now," Fontaine said as Montreux was led into the room, surrounded by six Chevaliers.