The courtroom was small, with the tribunal seated at the jury seats. I came in, following the clerk, and was asked to swear. I complied, reciting an affirmation to say the truth. They didn't even try to bring me a holy book or anything. Everybody knows dark magicals don't have a god.
"OK now," the second juror said. "We can finally begin now. Miss Bedwen, please tell us what happened on the day in question."
And I told them the full story, sticking to the truth as much as I could. How I had encountered Captain Greggs, wounded; how the phone line was cut, and I had to go to another place to call; how I called the emergency services. That's when things got murky.
My fake Initiation's supposed date was a week before the event. The first few weeks after Initiation are delicate ones for a ma
