Chapter 16: Proof

Imbario was taken under guard directly from King Heston's study to the ferry, accompanied by Divwall. Captain Soleson led the escort, leaving Edouard alone with Kieran, Colwyn and Landon. Edouard could not stop shaking. The conviction that Imbario had killed his father left him furious and heartbroken. He looked around at the shelves of books and papers and the long work table were his father had spent his time performing the business of the kingdom. His father had died in this room. Edouard drew in a long breath, trying to slow his pounding heart. Kieran was still holding him and the gentle embrace helped to soothe the anger burning in his chest.

"I think," Edouard said slowly, "that I will use this room as my father did. I will not let it become a monument to that man's cruelty." He looked at each of the others. "I do not plan to sit around waiting for the wizards to reach a conclusion. The business of the kingdom has been delayed long enough." He stepped out of Kieran's embrace and lifted his chin. "Colwyn, although Lady Divwall asked me not to appoint a new Royal Wizard, I nevertheless need to know what Imbario has been doing these past few weeks. Would you please go through his papers and find out if there is anything he was doing that I need to know about?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Colwyn replied gravely.

Edouard glanced at Kieran, but once again he addressed himself to Colwyn. "I would also ask if Kieran might stay with me for a few more days. Just until the issue of Imbario is resolved."

"I think that is acceptable," Colwyn said. He smiled somewhat ruefully. "Divwall and I will need a little time anyway to come up with a way to explain Kieran to the rest of the wizards. If word gets out of what he did today, it will cause a great deal of concern, possibly even fear." Kieran bit his lip and Colwyn offered him an encouraging smile. "Try not to worry, Kieran," he said. "Imbario's trial should prove a sufficient distraction for the moment."

Landon picked up Edouard's cape and draped it over his arm. "Majesty, it is customary to host a coronation dinner. I'm sure the kitchen will have planned something."

Edouard nodded. "Of course. I would like to change before dinner."

"Very well. Justus and I will prepare an outfit for you."

"Thank you."

Landon bowed and left. When he was gone, Edouard turned to Colwyn again. "Colwyn, do you mind attending me at dinner? Imbario's absence will cause talk, but as you are his son, you could say that you are taking your father's place for the evening."

Colwyn smirked. "I don't know if anyone will buy that, Majesty. It's no secret that my father and I don't get along."

"Nevertheless…"

"I will be honored, Majesty." Colwyn bowed. "I'll raid my father's wardrobe for appropriate robes." He chuckled. "In fact, I will use this opportunity to search his rooms. If you will excuse me…" He inclined his head and departed, leaving Edouard alone with Kieran.

Edouard heaved a deep sigh. "I would very much like to skip this dinner."

"But the nobles expect it."

"Yes, they do," Edouard replied with a scowl. "But it's really just an excuse for them to show off and wear they're newest outfits."

"But is that not the kind of normalcy that will make them stop worrying about other matters?" Kieran asked. "If you behave as they expect you to, aren't they less likely to question your decision about replacing Imbario?"

Edouard paused as he thought about that. Kieran had brought up a good point. Nobles cared most about money, power and prestige. Anything that seemed like it would dramatically change the status quo invariably caused upheaval in the court. He ran his fingers through his hair. "You're right. But that also means you can't attend the dinner with me."

Kieran nodded. "I know."

Edouard studied Kieran's face. The young man had become so much a part of his life in such a short time. But there were still many things he did not know about the trainee wizard. "Kieran, Colwyn called you a rogue wizard before. Why did he say that? Rogue wizards are usually dangerous killers."

Kieran shifted uncomfortably and dropped his eyes. "Rogue wizards…" he began and paused. He cleared his throat and started again. "Colwyn told me that rogue wizards are wizards who have the ability to create spells without experimentation. I can do that, so that's why he called me a rogue wizard." He lifted his eyes to Edouard's face, his expression worried. "But I would never do anything to hurt someone, please believe me! Everything I do is for you."

Edouard met his eyes evenly. "But what if I asked you to hurt someone? Would you do that?"

Kieran stared. "You would never do that!" he said with stark conviction. "You are the most kind-hearted person I have ever met."

Edouard chuckled humorlessly. "I am king now, Kieran. What I want to do and what I need to do may not always be the same. A time may come when I will have to do something heartless and I might ask you to help me."

Kieran remained silent for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was almost sad. "King Edouard," he said softly, "I am your servant. Whatever you deem necessary to do, I will do, if it is within my power to do so."

Edouard stepped forward and clasped Kieran by the shoulders. "And from the sound of it, there may be nothing that is not within your power. This places a great burden of responsibility on both of us. As you are my friend more than my servant, Kieran, I charge you to always question me if my orders conflict with your compassion. I will need you to remind me of my humanity."

A small smile touched Kieran's lips. "Thank you for giving me your trust, Majesty."

Edouard returned his smile. "Call me Edouard when we're alone, Kieran. Hearing my name keeps me humble. Besides, friends call each other by name."

Kieran's smile widened. "I never expected to become friends with a king."

"I never expected to be king." Edouard took Kieran's hand. "Come keep me company while I get ready for dinner.

"All right."

"Tomorrow begins my first full day as ruler," Edouard continued. "I wonder what kind of king I will become."

"You will be the best king we've ever had," Kieran said firmly.

"I wish everyone shared your faith!" Edouard laughed.

"Give them time," Kieran said with conviction. "One day everyone will believe as I do."

-o-o-o-o-o-

The morning after the coronation dinner, Colwyn led Kieran into Imbario's study and quickly closed the door. He had been in this room several times in the past, but never without Imbario present. As always, he was struck by how organized everything was. The few papers that lay on the desk were neatly stacked. The books on the shelves were carefully aligned. When the room had been searched before, they had found nothing, but Colwyn was not convinced that meant there was nothing to find. He pursed his lips as he looked around.

"There's something here, Kieran, I know it," he said finally. "I'll search the desk. I would like you to go through the books."

"I can't read," Kieran said.

"That's all right," Colwyn replied. "Just flip through the pages and look for loose sheets of paper. If you find any, show them to me."

"All right."

Colwyn moved to the desk and began going through the drawers. More than an hour later, he stood in the middle of the room, frowning in annoyance. "I can't believe there's nothing!" he exclaimed. He gestured toward the desk. "I even found two hidden compartments in the drawers, but they were empty. Who has a desk with hidden compartments and then puts nothing in them?"

"Maybe he didn't know about them," Kieran ventured. "Who used this study before him?"

"Probably the previous Royal Wizard." Colwyn ran his fingers through his hair. "Maybe I'm wrong," he muttered. "Maybe he hasn't been trying to take over the kingdom."

Kieran stood by the desk, touching the items sitting on it without moving anything. Then he opened the polished rosewood box sitting on the corner and made a surprised noise. "Oh! It's a writing case!" He picked up one of the little inkpots. "I've been looking forward to learning to read and write at the Wizard's Hall," he said absently. He started to put the inkpot down and then frowned slightly. "That's odd." He unscrewed the lid and tipped the little jar from side to side, watching the liquid swirl around. He screwed the lid back on but continued to stare at the jar with a puzzled frown.

Watching his face, Colwyn began to get excited. "What's the matter?"

"What is ink made from?" Kieran asked, rather than answering Colwyn's question.

"Plant and animal extracts, usually. Why?"

"Because I sense something," Kieran said in a confused tone. He held the inkpot out to Colwyn. "Is it just me?"

Colwyn took the jar from him and studied it closely. Holding it this close, there was a nearly imperceptible aura of power radiating from the jar. As he examined it, however, he noticed a faint line around the base. Gripping the jar below the line, he twisted and the base turned. Stunned, he carefully unscrewed the base of the inkpot to reveal a small amount of gray powder that radiated power. He drew in a shocked breath.

"It's madrin bone powder!" he whispered. He looked up at Kieran in amazement. "You found it! This is my father's secret supply of madrin bone powder!" He held it out toward Kieran. "With this Imbario could have cured Edouard, but he didn't do it. It proves that he was purposely allowing Edouard to suffer." Colwyn screwed the jar back together and returned it to its place in the writing case. "I have to take this to Bright Isle. It's not illegal to have madrin bone powder, but for Imbario to possess it and not use it on Edouard is compelling evidence." He picked up the writing case and tucked it under his arm. "Will you tell Edouard what we found?"

"Yes."

"Good. I still have time to catch the midday ferry." Colwyn hurried toward the door. "Using the powder will have greatly enhanced my father's power. I need you to keep a close eye on Edouard. Imbario knows he cannot attack him with magic, but there is nothing to prevent him from compelling someone to try to murder him. Keep him inside the palace and don't allow anyone you don't know to touch him."

Kieran nodded.

Colwyn gripped his shoulder. "We're getting close to the end, Kieran. I think we finally have him."

-o-o-o-o-o-

Imbario was feeling confident, sitting before the curved judge's bench in the Wizard Hall's courtroom. He could tell already that a number of the wizards sitting on the judge's panel were leaning in his favor and he had not yet begun to speak in his own defense. Since arriving on Bright Isle the day before, he had used the time required to select and assemble the panel of judges to firm up his support base. Now, almost a day later, he watched with a dispassionate and calm expression as Divwall presented her case against him. She was trying hard to keep an impartial expression on her face as the judges questioned her, but he could tell that she was growing frustrated.

Lord Gavilan, master of the Wizard's Hall, chaired the panel of ten wizards hearing the charges against Imbario. "Lady Divwall," Gavilan said slowly, "I am still unclear what concrete evidence you have that a killing spell was used."

"He used the spell on a trainee wizard who was present, Lord Gavilan," Divwall admitted reluctantly.

"A trainee?" snorted one of the wizards, a sour-faced gentleman named Hothram. "How, pray tell, could a trainee recognize a killing spell? Who is this trainee? What year?"

"A third year," Divwall admitted reluctantly. "His name is Kieran."

"Kieran?" Lord Gavilan frowned. "Isn't that the boy Colwyn brought in a few months ago?"

"Yes."

"What?!" Hothram exploded. "This entire accusation is based on the evidence of some wizardling with only a few months of training?!"

"Kieran is unusual," Divwall said stiffly. "He placed into the third year based on his skill level."

"But it still strikes me as unlikely that a third year trainee would recognize a killing spell," Gavilan said.

"What's more," Hothram said loudly, "if a third year trainee was attacked by a killing spell, he would be dead. Is the boy dead?"

"No," Divwall replied shortly.

"Then it could not have been a killing spell!" Hothram stated angrily. "I do not understand why you would impugn the reputation of an esteemed wizard like Lord Imbario under these circumstances!" He sat back with a superior sneer on his face. "Your other arguments regarding Prince Edouard's illness and King Heston's death are all circumstantial. Unless you have something more concrete to present, I do not see why Imbario even need be required to defend himself."

"Lady Divwall," Gavilan said gravely, "Under the circumstances, I must agree with Hothram. The word of a trainee wizard is hardly sufficient evidence, particularly without the young man here to speak for himself."

"Maybe this will convince you," Colwyn said, speaking from the doorway.

A surge of panic swept Imbario when he saw what Colwyn was holding. It was his rosewood writing case! Colwyn did not look at him as he crossed the room and put the case in front of Hothram.

"You have worked with Lord Imbario many times, Master Hothram," Colwyn said. "Do you recognize this?"

"Of course," Hothram said dismissively. "It is Lord Imbario's writing case. He takes it with him everywhere. I believe it was a gift from his late wife."

Colwyn nodded and a slight smile touched his lips. "Please open it."

Hothram did so with an air of irritation.

"Do you notice anything unusual?"

"No!" Hothram snapped. "It looks exactly as it always does."

"So you recognize everything in the case?"

"Yes! I've used it myself once or twice when I was working in Imbario's study here or at the palace."

"I see." Colwyn lifted one of the inkpots from its recess and Imbario paled. With a slight smile, Colwyn twisted the bottom of the jar and it separated. He held the small round tray he removed from the bottom under Hothram's nose. "Do you recognize this?"

Hothram's eyes went wide. "It… It is madrin bone powder!"

"Yes," Colwyn said. He turned to Lord Gavilan. "Lord Imbario had madrin bone powder in his possession, my lord. Of course, we do not know when he came to have it, but Prince Edouard has been ill since childhood. If Imbario had madrin bone powder, why did he not use it to cure the prince?" Colwyn turned to regard Imbario with lifted eyebrows.

Lord Gavilan took the tray of powder from Colwyn with a troubled expression. "Lord Imbario, can you explain this?"

Imbario licked his lips. He met Colwyn's expectant gaze, feeling betrayed. Colwyn may not have supported him all these years, but he was still his son. How could he turn against his own father? What kind of hatred burned in his veins?

"Lord Imbario?" Gavilan prompted.

Imbario slowly stood up. "I admit I kept a small supply of madrin bone powder for emergency use. I did not think it necessary to use it on Prince Edouard because Doctor Sefrin believed his scientific medicines would ultimately prevail."

"That seems reasonable," Hothram said.

"Do you think so?" Colwyn asked. "Did you ever visit Prince Edouard, Hothram? Did you ever discuss his health with Doctor Sefrin? I have. He was convinced that Edouard would ultimately die. I know he discussed it with both King Heston and Lord Imbario." Colwyn looked Imbario in the eye. "My father's statement is a blatant lie."

Imbario returned Colwyn's stare without moving. He suddenly remembered how proud he had been when Colwyn showed natural talent and was accepted into the top rank of first year students. But then they had become estranged over subsequent years and Imbario had done nothing to change that. This inaction now loomed large as possibly his greatest mistake. "You would turn your back on your own father?" he asked softly.

Colwyn smiled coldly. "Why not? You turned yours to me years ago."

A dark frown settled on Gavilan's face. "Lord Imbario, I am compelled to believe that you, the Royal Wizard, through inaction nearly allowed Prince Edouard to succumb to illness. This is in direct opposition to the mandate of your position. At the very least, I must recall you from the royal court. You will remain on Bright Isle until this panel hears the testimony of the wizard trainee Kieran."

Imbario sank back into his seat. "Of course I will abide by the rules of the Wizard's Hall. But I look forward to hearing Colwyn's explanation for why he has secretly allowed a rogue wizard to be harbored on Bright Isle."

"What?!" Gavilan exclaimed. "What do you mean by that?"

"Perhaps you should ask Lady Divwall," Imbario replied. He smiled maliciously at Divwall. "She has very studiously avoided mentioning that she and Colwyn are both aware that the wizard trainee Kieran is a rogue wizard."

Gavilan surged to his feet. "Divwall, is this true?!"

Divwall swallowed. "Kieran is unusually skilled, Lord Gavilan. His abilities do appear to exceed what one might expect of a trainee wizard in his third year."

"When were you planning to inform this council?" Hothram demanded furiously.

"It did not specifically pertain to this proceeding," Divwall said. "Colwyn and I intended to bring the matter to Lord Gavilan's attention separately."

"That is disingenuous!" Hothram exclaimed. "This trainee is directly responsible for the current charges against Lord Imbario. If he is a rogue wizard, how do we know that his intention is not to disrupt the Wizard's Hall?"

"We will decide that for ourselves," Gavilan said sternly. "Divwall, you will bring this trainee before this panel tomorrow."

"Yes, my lord."

-o-o-o-o-o-

Kieran had breakfast with Edouard in his rooms the morning after Colwyn returned to Bright Isle. Edouard still did not eat very much most of the time, but he had developed a passion for grilled tomatoes, especially with a little cheese melted on top, because Kieran always asked for them. Their breakfast of grilled tomatoes, sausages and porridge would have made the noble born shudder at the idea of eating such food, but Edouard consumed it with relish, and in quantities that had Kieran, Justus and Landon all smiling.

"I wonder how the trial is going," Edouard said around a mouthful of sausage.

Kieran shrugged. "We'll find out." He had spent too many years wolfing down meals in between chores to be distracted when food was in front of him.

Someone knocked on the door and Justus went to answer. Lady Asita stepped in with three other wizards behind her.

"Lady Asita!" Edouard exclaimed. "This is a surprise."

"I'm sorry to bother you so early, Your Majesty, but Kieran has been summoned to Bright Isle."

Kieran flinched and Edouard put a hand on his. "Why?" Edouard demanded.

"Lord Gavilan requires his testimony in Imbario's trial."

"I suppose I should have expected that," Edouard sighed.

Kieran swallowed and sat up a little straighter. "Colwyn told me to guard King Edouard," he said uncertainly.

"Yes, he told me," she replied. "That is why I brought Lord Moretz." She indicated one of the wizards standing beside her. "Lord Moretz is one of our most accomplished wizards. He will take your place until the trial is concluded."

Lord Moretz bowed. "Your Majesty, I am honored to serve you." Edouard inclined his head in response. Moretz's eyes moved to Kieran. "I am also glad to meet you, Trainee Kieran. What I have heard about you piques my interest." He stepped closer. "Colwyn said that you placed a protective spell on his majesty. May I examine it?"

Kieran nodded tentatively and glanced at Edouard. Edouard frowned slightly, but he also nodded. Moretz touched his fingers to Edouard's forehead and closed his eyes. He remained motionless for several moments. "Fascinating!" he murmured. "So complex!" He dropped his hand and turned to Kieran. "I am not sure I was able to detect all facets of this spell. I would be very pleased if, at a later time, you could show me how you constructed it."

"O… Of course," Kieran stammered. Moretz seemed more excited than frightened by what Kieran had done, but he could not help but believe Moretz was an exception. The other two wizards who had accompanied Asita were watching him with narrowed eyes.

"Very well," Asita said. "Moretz will remain here and we will escort you back to Bright Isle." The other two wizards edged forward, their eyes focused closely on Kieran. Asita glanced at them with faint amusement in her eyes. "These wizards are to help me ensure that you perform no magic for the time being."

"I understand." Kieran stood up but Edouard caught his arm. He rose and whispered into Kieran's ear, "You can trust Asita," he murmured, "but watch the other two. Take care."

Asita and the others had not come on the ferry. Another ship waited to return them immediately to Bright Isle and the passage was much quicker than Kieran hoped for, even pinned under the mistrustful glares of Asita's two companions the whole way. His link to the spell on Edouard felt dismayingly stretched, but it was still there; his only comfort on that swift crossing. On Bright Isle, Asita led the way to a wing of the Wizard's Hall normally off-limits to students. The room they entered was wide and tall. Opposite the door was a long curved table where ten wizards, with Lord Gavilan at the center, were seated. Two sets of chairs spaced several paces apart faced the table. On the left, Imbario sat alone. On the right were Divwall and Colwyn.

Asita bowed to Lord Gavilan. "The trainee wizard Kieran, my lord."

"Thank you, Lady Asita," Gavilan replied. "Come forward Kieran."

Kieran walked forward until he was standing in the empty space between Divwall and Imbario. He clasped his hands behind his back and stood straight, trying not to show how nervous he was.

"Kieran, I charge you to give full and honest answers to this assembly," Gavilan said gravely. "Hothram, you may ask the first question."

"Trainee!" an angry-looking, pinched face wizard barked. "What makes you think a killing spell was used on you?"

"I recognized it, honored sir," Kieran replied carefully.

"Recognized it?!" Hothram exclaimed. "You are familiar with killing spells?" The accusatory snarl made Kieran flinch.

"Not specifically, honored sir, but the woman who taught me magic told me that spells that cause pain in one's head are usually killing spells and she taught me a charm for banishing headaches. When I used it on myself and the pain went away, it left magic residue."

"Magic residue?!" Hothram cried in consternation. "What nonsense is that?"

Divwall stood up. "There is precedent for what he says," she interrupted quickly. "I have had many wizards tell me that they can feel traces of where a spell has recently been cast. Magic residue might be one way to describe such traces."

Another wizard, a woman, spoke up. "Kieran, if you believe you were attacked by a killing spell, how do you think you survived?"

"I don't think it was supposed to kill me right away, honored madam." He met the woman's expressionless stare evenly. "After all, if I had dropped dead on the spot, it would have looked very suspicious."

"And yet you think you broke a killing spell supposedly cast by one of the most powerful sorcerers in the kingdom with nothing but a banishing charm!" Hothram sneered.

Colwyn rose. "We cannot keep this a secret, Divwall," he said resignedly. "Kieran, do what you did in the study that day."

Kieran stiffened. He was facing ten of the most prominent wizards in the kingdom. If his spell successfully suppressed their powers, there would be no denying the threat he represented. He turned beseechingly to Colwyn, but the handsome wizard just shook his head.

"It is necessary, Kieran," Colwyn said. "Please proceed."

Kieran dropped his eyes and sighed deeply. He turned back to face Lord Gavilan and lifted his hand.

"What is the meaning of this, Lord Colwyn?" Gavilan said with a frown.

"Just watch," Colwyn replied. "You have my word as a royal wizard that no harm will come of this."

Kieran drew in a deep breath and cast the spell. The reaction of the ten wizards facing him ran the gamut from frightened, to stunned, to furious. Surprisingly, Hothram was one of the ones who looked the most frightened.

"W… What?" Gavilan stammered. He looked to either side at the other wizards, taking in their reactions. He returned his stunned stare to Kieran. "What have you done?" he demanded in a shaking voice.

"It is a suppression spell," Colwyn answered for him. "It suppresses the ability for a wizard to extend his magic power to objects beyond his touch. Kieran created this spell on his own." Colwyn stared at each of the ten wizards in turn. "This is how he was able to banish the killing spell used against him. This is also how he was able to create a protection spell that prevented the same killing spell from touching the king. Kieran is more powerful than any wizard in this room; probably more powerful than any wizard in living memory."

Colwyn's statement was greeted by utter silence.

Gavilan raised a hand and muttered a counter-spell, but it had no effect. His face paled. "Such power…" he began faintly. "Only a rogue wizard could have such power!" He stared at Kieran, the first traces of true fear appearing on his face.

"If you please, Kieran," Colwyn said.

Without moving, Kieran banished the spell. A collective sigh of relief issued from every throat. Even Divwall looked relieved, despite having been under the influence of the suppression spell before.

"Kieran," Colwyn said, "do you understand what it means to be a rogue wizard?"

Kieran bit his lip. "I think it means to live outside the rules of the Wizard's Hall, or even be in opposition to them."

Colwyn nodded once. "Who is your master, Kieran?" he asked abruptly.

Kieran answered without hesitation; almost without thinking. "King Edouard."

"If Edouard ordered you to complete your training at the Wizard's Hall and take the oath of obedience, would you do so?"

"Yes."

"Would you hold yourself bound by that oath?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because Edouard would expect it of me."

Colwyn turned to face Gavilan. "We live in fear of rogue wizards because they are powerful and owe allegiance to no one. Kieran is bound to the king and will obey him absolutely. We have nothing to fear from Kieran unless we plan to live in fear of Edouard, too."

Gavilan's face grew thoughtful.

Hothram stared at him in alarm. "You cannot be seriously considering accepting this… this… danger to the Wizard's Hall?!" he exclaimed. "This boy is a rogue! He should be destroyed! Imagine what we would have on our hands if he were properly trained!"

"That is exactly what I am imagining," Gavilan replied thoughtfully. He leaned forward and stared into Kieran's eyes. "A royal wizard with the powers of a rogue would be of infinite value to this Hall." He continued to stare at Kieran until the woman who had spoken before cleared her throat.

"Lord Gavilan," she said, "we have not resolved the matter at hand. What of Lord Imbario?"

Gavilan sat back. "There is sufficient doubt in this case to justify the use of a soothsayer. Lord Imbario will be questioned by Lady Amrisen."

Imbario jumped to his feet. "I refuse to submit to such an indignity!" he cried. "My word should be accepted as spoken!"

"Refusal to submit to a soothsaying is an admission of guilt, Lord Imbario," Gavilan replied sternly. "There is not sufficient evidence to accept or dismiss the charges; therefore, a soothsaying must be held."

Imbario's face darkened with outrage, but a look of fear widened his eyes. He drew himself up and brushed the front of his robe. Gavilan winced in sudden pain and his nose began to bleed. Other wizards clasped hands to noses suddenly gushing blood. Divwall hunched over, gasping for breath and Colwyn collapsed to one knee, his hands clutching his head.

Kieran felt the spell pressing against his skull and a humorless smile touched his lips. It was the same spell Imbario had used before. He could almost hear Ma Bricker's senile cackle. He remembered the last time he had visited her, alone and dying in her tumbledown shack. As he tended her, she had clutched the front of his threadbare shirt and rasped at him: "Never forget the feel of a spell, boy! Never! Once you know the shape of it, you can always counter it. Always!" That advice now saved his life. He shrugged the spell off, swept his arms out to encompass the room and spoke the strongest banishing spell he knew, putting all his power behind it.

Divwall cried out as she finally managed to pull air into her lungs.

Kieran turned to Imbario. "You used that spell on me before," he said quietly, "so it has no power over me now." He glanced at Lord Gavilan. "That is the same spell he used on me and King Edouard, my lord, only much stronger."

Gavilan stared at Imbario, too stunned to be angry. For a moment, he seemed unable to find words. "This… This betrayal," he finally rasped, "is beyond forgiveness or remorse. Lord Imbario, I find you guilty of the charge of using killing magic. By the laws of this Hall, your powers will be bound and you will be imprisoned for the rest of your life."