“The higher the stakes of what you’re challenging, the higher the cost if you’re wrong,” Charles said. If she got gainsaid and couldn’t help at all, they’d probably forgive her, but… ![]() He could weaken your overall claim to Kennet, asserting power and control with ease.”Īvery thought of the Promenade. Except the consequences are more severe.” “Yes,” Charles said, with a tone like he was humoring Verona. “If you’re right about it being a real word, you get to take their word off the table and get a point, and if you’re wrong, they get another point.” “It’s like when you’re playing Babel and someone puts down the letter tiles trying for one of their three words that aren’t made up, right? You challenge it?” Verona asked. If you wish to call him out, ask the judges to weigh or test the validity of a statement.” “Things that were said were assumed to be true, or they may have fallen to a middle ground and tipped his way due to the precedents he’s already established. “Abraham Musser will be called back,” Charles told them. “Can you hear what they’re saying?” Avery asked. Three of the judges conferred, while Charles stood there by the table. The windows didn’t reflect him, but instead, he was so red that it seemed to tint everything else just a tiny bit. Standing where the shadows intersected, Charles stood over the table. At a third, it was gold, glittering, and changing as steam left a duct at a nearby restaurant, making them not just shine, but glitter, lighting up and fading.Įach cast a shadow from their window, the shadows intersected at the midpoint between the fire escape with the glass door keeping the cold out, and the fine, wrought-iron table Rook had set up for the meeting. At another window, it was dark, and the light that was there in the area was dimpled with the shadows of the droplets. With the angles of the glass and a bit of creative reinterpretation to fit the weight of the four Judges, the light on one side was brighter, moisture on the window like stars on the night sky. Then, aesthetically, the glass of the greenhouse had a tint to it, droplets of moisture catching light from different sources. The Page of Suns had described a leap of faith involved in any Path. ![]() Avery reached out, her left hand taking hold of Lucy’s right.
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