These are relevant references from the Books where an Archon is mentioned.
I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them.
Arrive at your own conclusions.
I wish you well,
"What are you going to do with me?" I asked.
"Turn you over to the office of the Archon, in Venna," he said.
My chin was thrust up, rudely, with a thumb. "No," said a voice. "It is not my Tutina."
The man, then, with the Archon's man, stepped down from the circular cement platform, and rejoined the crowds coming and going in the busy street. The street was apparently an important one in Venna, and led down to a market square. My platform was on the left side of the street, looking down toward the square, and at the forward corner, nearest the street, of a public slave market, some fifty feet in length, along the street, and some fifty feet in depth. Behind this area, at the back of the display area, was a gloomy building with barred windows. It was in this building that the slaves were kept at night. The Archon's man also had his office in this building.
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"What is going on?" asked the Archon's man.
"Nothing, Master," I said.
"If you delay slaves in their errands, and they are late," he said, "they might be whipped."
"I am sorry, Master," I said.
"Why did you delay her?" he asked.
"I wanted her to read the sign posted over my head," I said.
"Why didn't you ask me?" he asked.
"I was afraid," I said. "You did not read it to me. I thought then perhaps you did not want me to know what it said."
"And, without determining whether that was true or not," he said, "you nonetheless sought, perhaps thereby circumventing my will, to determine its contents?"
"Yes, Master," I said. "Forgive me, Master!"
"You should be whipped," he said.
"Sheila," said he, whispering in my ear. "You are Sheila, Tatrix of Corcyrus!"
"No," I whispered. "No!"
"The office of the Archon will doubtless be pleased to learn the identity of its lovely prisoner," he said.
"They will not believe it," I said.
"They will conduct inquiries," he said, "with rather clear consequences, I think, for yourself."
"Do not tell them, I beg you," I said. "They will take me back to Argentum for impalement!"
"Many in Venna," she said, "as I understand it, are alarmed at the killing, and the mysterious footprints. Some think it is an omen or warning. The archon is consulting augurs, to take the signs."
I stood in the sand, waiting for her.
"They will concern themselves, surely, too, with legalities, and such," she said. "For example, those in the black chain who are not criminals, and for whom Ionicus does not have prisoner papers, will presumably be at least temporarily removed from the vicinity. That would mean many of the masters on our chain."
I nodded. This seemed understandable. The archon in Venna would be interested in putting his house in order before the taking of the auspices. He would doubtless regard it as politic, at least from the point of view of soothing possible apprehensions in his constituency, to become a bit more scrupulous about proprieties, at least in so serious a situation.