Chapter 18 - Sit Judgment
Feeling a little unsteady, he doesn't think he’s showing anything to the world. Nearing the tavern, William waves to Pratima, pretending confidence.
“I met with local leaders,” she announces with a crooked smile. William tilts his head. What now? “They want me to sit in judgment.” She ends the sentence with a questioning tone, “on their court cases.”
“I have heard of such calls,” William nods as he speaks, the book burning hot under his vest. “Scouts and investigators sometimes receive calls by locals, to serve as judges.” Glancing both ways up and down the street, they walk on. “But I’ve not heard of it in a town this large.”
“They say their circuit-riding judge is overdue, and we are representing the library.” Pratima says, a hesitance in her tone, “The sess
