The trial had gone on for days already. Witnesses marched to the speaking step one after another like ants to a hill. Physical evidence surrounded the judge like a hoard and its dragon, and to the common subject Lord Regent Tinjlin seemed just as legendary and more dangerous.
The accused contested none of the claims made against him until the last day of the trial, when he took his gnarled staff in hand and pulled himself to the speaking step. Gray hair flowed over his shoulders and down the front of his spotless robes. Aged Eznadimus spoke. "The time is not yet right for explanations."
The observers all murmured to one another and nodded. Lord Regent Tinjlin stood and raised a hand to silence the crowd. "Well, that's fine, then. I proclaim the accused innocent. Court adjourned." Everyone went home.
Finis
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