He rose. Everyone was staring at him.
“Please, hold your positions. What we have before us is a reenactment of Ori’s killing. Michael, Joshua, you each wanted to strike the other, did you not? And Ori came between you as a peacemaker, did he not? And Michael, you struck him, as the pathologist report indicates, at the front of his head and not the back, as you claimed. His last sight in life was his beloved trophy coming down upon him, was it not?”
Michael suddenly slumped. “Yes, yes, that’s what happened. I killed him, and I deserve to die for it.”
“Shut up, shut up, you i***t,” Joshua intoned, with little conviction behind it.
Grandfather’s tone was businesslike but at the same time soothing. “Michael, please tell us what happened that night.”
Michael looked at him. “Like I told you
