Brother Caedrasp sat at the table for the accused, glancing from time to time at the witness, a city guardsman concluding his statements from the questions the King’s Counsel asked.
‘Well, Sir, I found the knife covered in blood hidden in the back of the furrier’s shop. The blood was fresh, and it was a furrier’s knife, Sir.’
‘And the victim, in this case, was also a furrier?’ asked the King’s counsel.
‘Yes, Sir, his neighbor across the way.’
‘What made you think of asking the accused?’
He was gesturing a prosperous man sitting at his table, who now looked terrified and indignant, torn between his innocence, which demanded justice for these false accusations, and fears that he might be convicted, nonetheless.
‘I heard they were arguing early that day, and the argument got quite hot.’
