I took the bottle and examined it. Now that she pointed it out, tiny letters near the neck designated it as valerian. While I had hoped this test would clearly proclaim Morgan’s guilt or innocence, all it had done was show that her case was not as cut-and-dried as that of Bishop Marius. I needed time to think. As much as I hated her, as much as I wanted to use this as an excuse for revenge, I could not do so out of hand, because everything Morgan said was plausible.
I handed the bottle back to her. “I was hoping that would provide us with a clear answer. But it has not.” I rubbed my head. “Let us adjourn for today. I may speak with each of you tomorrow if more questions arise.”
I left the council chambers and was on my way to the labyrinth at the center of Camelot, a courtyard garden ma
