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Lorian jumped backward toward his dragon, as if he were going to flee, but a rush of guards dropped him to the ground. A set of magic-dampening manacles were fixed around his wrists, rendering him inert.
Lorian gasped. “What is the meaning of this? I didn’t commit treason.”
He was still shouting as Corinna dragged him away, reading him his rights as a Society member to appear before the council to plead his case. Kerrigan crossed to Helly, who was silently crying.
Helly glanced up. “You were right. I had a team check his home and study, and there were artifacts as well as letters with the House of Shadows all this time. He was the mole, and he cost us good men and women in this war.”
Kerrigan pulled Helly into a hug. No matter that Lorian had caused her so much grief, he had been friends with Helly for years, and his treachery would have lasting repercussions.
63
The Trial
Kerrigan hastened into the council chamber. Her eyes flitted around the room until she found Audria and Roake seated off to the side. “Sorry I’m late. I was looking for Fordham. Have you seen him?”
Audria shook her head. “He wasn’t in his room when I left. Roake?”
“He said he’d be right behind me. Must be late.”
But Fordham was never late.
“Huh,” she muttered. She bit her lip and sat back. He’d show up. He had to. Kerrigan and Fordham had both received notices about a formal meeting with the council after Lorian’s fate was decided.
She had never seen the council chamber full before. Every Society member in the mountain was in attendance for Lorian’s trial. He stood at the podium, straight-backed and unblinking. Someone had the decency to clean him up, but she could see the strain the last few days had on him.
“Have either of you spoken to Alura?”
Alura awoke yesterday. Helly had informed Kerrigan that Alura didn’t wish to have any visitors. She wouldn’t tell her how she was doing medically either.
Audria and Roake shared a look, and Audria said, “Helly wouldn’t let us see her. But can you imagine how she’s feeling right now?”
“Terrible,” Kerrigan whispered.
But Alura wasn’t in attendance. Surely if she was awake, she would do everything she could to be at her father’s trial.
Then the council door opened one more time and two figures stepped through. Kerrigan gasped, and she wasn’t the only one. Alura had one hand on a cane and the other wrapped around her mother. Anya’s eyes were puffy and red, but she helped her daughter maneuver through the council room, looking at no one save her husband.
But Alura… Alura was not okay. She had woken up, but she hadn’t recovered. She leaned heavily on the cane, limping every step and taking an interminable amount of time to cross the room. Despite it all, she was as blank-faced and straight-backed as her father. No pain crossed her visage. Only clear determination. How could someone whose entire identity had been their strength and skill in battle have been decimated so thoroughly? Who would Alura be without it?
Alura and her mother took their seats to a series of whispers cascading around the room. But no sign of fear gave them away. Not even a single tremor.
Then, Presiding Officer Zoh called the council into session.
“Silence, please.” He raised his voice, amplifying it around the room.
The rustle of wings above revealed just how many dragons had come to hear Lorian’s case. The council looked as ill at ease as the dragons high above. Helly was grim-faced. Bastian had his arms folded. Kress couldn’t seem to make eye contact with anyone. He just stared off into the distance. The secretary, Lockney, was furiously writing on a piece of parchment. Anahi’s careful box braids had been removed for a new style, and she kept reaching up to twirl a braid and finding it gone. Her gaze was disoriented and uncertain. Alsia just looked haunted. It was only Boze, who sat forward, smug, as if he had already made up his mind. The slimy toad.
“We’re here for the case of Lorian Van Horn, a Society member and council member. He has been accused of the following: treason, conspiracy, murder, possession and trafficking of illegal magical artifacts, falsifying documents, lying to the council, and resisting arrest. How do you plead?”
“Not guilty, Master Zoh,” Lorian said. He stood, square-shouldered, before the podium.
Kerrigan had stood there. She knew the weight of judgment in that position.
“Mistress Hellina has filed the charge,” Zoh said. “She will provide the evidence.”
Helly stood from her seat on the council and came forward to address the entire court. “After the death of Basem Nix, an investigation began into who could have possibly infiltrated the Society’s defenses. It became clear to those involved that his death had to have been an inside job. Only someone with access to the dungeons could have done this without anyone noticing. The investigation quickly went nowhere, but against the wishes of the investigators, I continued my own search
