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A few minutes later, Lincoln, Aldred, and I march into the courtroom. The cavern seems unchanged from our last visit—it’s still a massive cave with a ceiling that’s furrowed by stalactites. Wooden benches line the long stone floor. I let go of Aldred’s neck a while back. It was grossing out my tail. Now, Aldred keeps pace right before us, mostly because Lincoln’s baculum sword is pointed at the dude’s spine. Nothing like an angelfire blade to help you keep your focus.
Across the room, the Arbiter sits ramrod straight on her raised stone throne. Her gaze stays locked in profile. Huh. Maybe this is how she sleeps? Before we entered, there was no one else in the courtroom. The folds of the Arbiter’s long white robes don’t move an inch. Once again, it gives the illusion that she really is
