Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1459 Torch Court

  In the Arabic folk tale "The Thousand and One Nights", there is a story of "The Fisherman and the Devil".

  The fisherman cast a net to fish, but he found a brave-shaped brass bottle, the mouth of the bottle was sealed with tin, and the tin was covered with Solomon's seal.

  When the fisherman saw it, he smiled and said, "I will bring this bottle to the market, and I can sell it for ten gold coins." So he held the copper bottle and shook it, feeling that there seemed to be something in it, so he opened it.

  The devil sealed in the bottle rose into the sky. When the fisherman saw the terrible sight, he was dumbfounded and did not know how to deal with it. At this time, the devil said, "Solomon, don't kill me. I will not dare to violate your orders again."

  When the fisherman moved, he said, "I order you to get into that bottle!"

  The devil refused at first, but later complied. The fisherman immediately tightened the cork.

  Georgiana looked at the Alps not far away. It looked very holy under the white snow, and almost no one could see what a terrifying place was hidden in this mountain.

  Almost the entire province of Mont Blanc is engaged in transportation, and all the rural roads that can be seen are crowded with people, which is a busy scene.

  The high-ranking official Gilbert Armand was born in the Duchy of Savoy, but according to the French Constitution, he grew up to 21 years old in France and has a tax record every year, so he has the right to vote.

  The transportation company opened by his family has business dealings with Bonafor, or the leftover meat from Bonafor is enough for him. The transport operators in the province hope to build a road that can be passed by horse-drawn carriages, thereby reducing the transportation of pack mules, but because the local snow has accumulated for half a year, even if there is a road, it cannot be driven.

Shoveling snow for the road seemed to be a local entertainment. Eight animals were paired to pull a huge triangular wooden frame. The frame was piled with heavy sandbags, and the animals had holiday yokes around their necks. Rings and bells, the driver standing next to the animals kept whipping their whips, the animals pulling the carts were sweaty and steaming forward in the chilly cold wind, and the sound of horse hooves accompanied by country music. The rhythm is exceptionally clear. After being crushed and cleaned by the behemoth, the snow is thrown to the side of the road, and the road suddenly becomes smooth and shiny.

  There is also a group of eight people, each holding the animals, following the car, and changing shifts every other way. The sweaty and trembling horse was pulled down and left behind the car with a blanket to keep warm. This work would last a whole day. The children watched and the women prepared hot meals and hot water. The return of the husband. As for the small road at the entrance of the village, people only drag two acres with a horse, and shovel a "smooth shallow trench" in the snow for sleds and sleds to pass.

The engineering troops in the Senj Mountains are also rushing for access roads. In winter, it is not suitable for construction. In addition, the engineers also try to reduce the bends when designing the route in order to lay the railroad tracks in the future. I work hard to get up, just as hot as the animals.

  The animals who have stayed in the stables for a winter are hungry and skinny. They can hardly stand on their own. They need people to help them to get out. They wait for the pass to pass to the pasture in the wild.

It was supposed to be in early April to open up contact with the wild, but it was extremely cold in 1802, and there were "firemen" haunting the mountains. Rural life is like this. Men are responsible for farming and grazing at the foot of the mountains, and women carrying their children up the mountains to graze. Without the protection of the army, one would not dare to graze on the mountain without authorization.

The thousand cavalry and the stunt cavalry company that came down from the mountain had its own commander. The military mission did not require Georgiana to intervene. She stayed mainly in Annecy to ensure smooth communication between the French and Swiss garrisons. Napoleon’s chief charterer The officer Barclay de Ralbe gave her a detailed map.

On October 28, 1801, the French garrison representatives in Switzerland Verninac and General Schouvan de Montchoisy disbanded the Swiss parliament and established a provisional government led by Reading. The Reading purge After the Xingzhou agency, the freedom of the press was restricted, the exiles were amnesty, the land tax was abolished, and the monastery was reopened. Napoleon refused to recognize him and asked him to give him moderate status.

Later Reading arrived in Paris and finally got nothing. On February 26, 1802, he promulgated a new constitution. However, on the Easter holiday day, Verninaque took advantage of the absence of Reading to instigate many of Reading’s political opponents. Dold abolished this constitution, and then called a celebrity council to elect Dold as the "chief officer."

  Annesy is a beautiful city. There is a lake as blue as Interlaken, and there are swans in the lake. She really didn't want such a peaceful and elegant city to be polluted by this kind of thing. Senior officials have replaced her in the work of clearing passages and suppressing bandits, so she is responsible for arranging army accommodation, imprisoning prisoners of war, and expropriating horses.

  The county guard said that the local celebrities wanted to hold a banquet for her, and to understand the local public opinion, especially the opinions of the elites, was also one of the senior officials’ jobs, so Georgiana happily agreed.

  It's just that she didn't prepare women's clothing before leaving. When she appeared in front of the "country folks" in men's clothing for the first time, they were all shocked. This kind of dress is deviant in Paris, not to mention the Alps.

  She put down the quill and looked up at the beautiful scenery outside the window.

The army still don’t live too close to civilians. Annecy is a small town, but there are many small villages on the opposite bank. There are two old castles on the west bank of the lake. Used by special military courts. They were deserted for a period of time and needed rest, so she hired the residents of the town.

Herdsmen often brand their animals to distinguish it as their own property. Criminals who have committed robbery will also have stigmas on their faces. If such a person is captured in a "fireman", the military special courts will do it. Hanged immediately without trial, this kind of court is similar to the torch court of the king, except that there is no flaming torch around the court.

  She doesn’t want that place to be reminiscent and feels sinful. If it is possible, she hopes that the robbers can correct their evils. In this war and turbulent years, there will always be tragedies, which will gradually turn a good person into a bad person.

  She doesn't believe in God, but still can't help but want to pray, just like some people can't help but want to curse when they are tired from work.

  "Madam, sheriff Bruce Bernard, citizen please see me." Phyllis said at the door.

   "Let him come in." Georgiana said.

  Not long after, a tall, middle-aged man who looked like a bear walked in.

  He came to Georgia with swift steps, and bowed respectfully to her, it looked like he might be from a professional background.

  "Do you have anything to do, sheriff?" Georgiana said with a smile.

   "I just received the Supreme Court's instruction, let us prepare the cell and the court for the special court, the citizen of Armand asked me to ask you."

   "Don't worry about this, I've taken care of it." Georgiana pointed to the other side of the lake. "One of the two old castles can be used for them. The townspeople are repairing them."

   Bernard was a little surprised, and then said, "There are jurors."

"It has been tried in the Western Military Region. The farmers did not have the guts to sue the robbers. They were afraid that the robbers would retaliate against them after they were released from prison. The jurors could only deal with ordinary criminal cases." Georgiana was expressionless. Have to say.

  The sheriff of the small town seems to be still thinking about something worth reporting.

   But since it is a "small" town, nothing new has happened, otherwise there are so many people watching how to shovel snow?

   Just then, Gobert walked in. He was not as handsome as Godan Poitwin, he looked a little thin, without a beard, and his **** hair was messy.

   "Madam, your letter is here."

  Gobert handed her a stack of letters, and they all looked good, with no signs of opening.

"I want to buy some good horses and send them to Paris." Georgiana said to the sheriff, and then to Phyllis. "Also, you should write a letter to transfer my Mamluk cavalry here, and let Marty Erda prepares some women's clothing for me and asks them to bring it to me."

   "Yes, ma'am." Phyllis said.

  "Do I need to prepare to go to the horse market?" Georgiana asked the sheriff.

   "No," the sheriff said.

   "Let's go, then." Georgiana stood up, picked up the riding whip on the fireplace, and left the comfortable and spacious office.

  (End of this chapter)