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InquisitorТs voice was doleful; he sounded pained at TromТs ignorance.
His eyes seemed dark hot coals in a brazier. УIt was usually the accused
who asked to give the judgment to swords, and I believe usually when he
knew the evidence would convict him. In any case, Trial Beneath the
Light has not been invoked for nearly four hundred years. Give me the
accusedТs name, and I will deal with the matter quietly.Ф His tone
turned chill as a sunless cavern in winter, though his eyes still
burned. УWe are among strangers, and we cannot allow them to know that
one of the Children is capable of such a thing.Ф

УThe request was directed to me, Asunawa,Ф Valda snapped. His glare
might as well have been open hatred. Perhaps it was just dislike of the
other manТs breaking in. Flipping one side of his cloak over his
shoulder to bare his ring-quilloned sword, he rested his hand on the
long hilt and drew himself up. Always one for the grand gesture, Valda
raised his voice so that even people inside probably heard him, and
declaimed rather than merely spoke.

УI believe many of our old ways should be revived, and that law still
stands. It will always stand, as written of old. The Light grants
justice because the Light is justice. Inform your man he may issue his
challenge, Trom, and face the one he accuses sword-to-sword. If that one
tries to refuse, I declare that he has acknowledged his guilt and order
him hanged on the spot, his belongings and rank forfeit to his accuser
as the law states. I have spoken.Ф That with another scowl for the High
Inquisitor. Maybe there really was hatred there.

Trom bowed formally once more. УYou have informed him yourself, my Lord
Captain Commander. Damodred?Ф

Galad felt cold. Not the cold of fear, but of emptiness. When Dain
drunkenly let slip the confused rumors that had come to his ears, when
Byar reluctantly confirmed they were more than rumors, rage had filled
Galad, a bone-burning fire that nearly drove him insane. He had been
sure his head would explode if his heart did not burst first. Now he was
ice, drained of any emotion. He also bowed formally. Much of what he had
to say was set in the law, yet he chose the rest with care, to spare as
much shame as possible to a memory he held dear.

УEamon Valda, Child of the Light, I call you to Trial Beneath the Light
for unlawful assault on the person of Morgase Trakand, Queen of Andor,
and for her murder.Ф No one had been able to confirm that the woman he
regarded as his mother was dead, yet it must be so. A dozen men were
certain she had vanished from the Fortress of the Light before it fell
to the Seanchan, and as many testified she had not been free to leave of
her own will.

Valda displayed no shock at the charge. His smile might have been
intended to show regret over GaladТs folly in making such a claim, yet
contempt was mingled in it. He opened his mouth, but Asunawa cut in once