“Sister Charlaine?” called out Brother Remondo. “Is something amiss? You have a look of worry about you.”
“I just overheard something of which the court must be made aware.”
“It is a tribunal, not a court. The rules are different.”
“Still,” she continued, “it’s important, but the guards won"t let me deliver it.”
“Write down your account,” said the Mathewite, “and I shall see that my commander gets it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely, but be aware it may lead to you being called forth as a witness.”
“They can do that?”
Brother Remondo smiled. “Of course, as I said earlier, this is a tribunal. Evidence can be entered at any time the arbitrators wish.”
“How can I be sure he"ll take it seriously?”
“You must trust in the Saints. The arbitrators are here to determine the truth, nothing mo
