Chapter 123

On the third day after the vote, the King brought a law before the council, and asked me to be in the room when he did.

Not to speak. To see it laid down. He had remembered the third of my terms in the shepherds’ hut—nothing read aloud that is not also put in front of people—and he kept it now as if it had been written for every page in Vaelmoor and not only the ones about me.

It was one sheet. Quill had made the fair copy, and his small upright hand ran down it without a blot. Caspian did not read it out. He laid it on the council table, and then a second copy on a stand at the foot of the dais where the benches could come and look, and stood back from both.

No one in Vaelmoor, wolf or ward or servant or king, shall be judged on any page, word, or thing that has not first been shown to them; nor until they have been given leave, and time, to answer it with their own mouth or their own hand. A judgment made otherwise is no judgment, and any wolf may say so.<