Mirielle took her place once more, sitting back down upon the tiered stone seating. Once more, the lively members of the packed amphitheatre began to chat amongst themselves, rendering it impossible for Larissa to make her voice heard above the noise.
‘Nathaniel, we need to do something.’ she said, looking to The Teacher for a solution. ‘If Larissa cannot offer a compelling defence, Mirielle will have her released!’
‘Would she?’ asked Thandor, playing devil’s advocate. ‘This whole charade is nothing more than a starter, designed to wet our appetites early in order to draw us out.’
‘Thandor is right.’ said Nathaniel, who bore a grim expression. ‘We cannot use our resources this early to engage in this skirmish.’
‘I understand the position we are in.’ she said, acknowledging their words,
