If he thought it would have made the slightest difference, Thomas would have tried it. Instead, he stayed silent.
John Flarety brought his speech to a close, declaring his deep love for his younger son, and how that love had motivated him to tell the boy to enter the priesthood and mend his ways.
“And I take it that this idea does not appeal to you, young sir?” the magistrate interrupted.
“No, your Honour.”
“Hmph.” He waved a hand at John Flarety. “Continue.”
“There is not much more to say, your Honour,” said John Flarety. “Thomas has refused every reasonable request made of him. He has disobeyed my orders and flaunted—”
“Murderer!”
The word was a scream that echoed off the bare walls of the tower, and made everyone jump in their seats before whirling around. Thomas recognized the v
