A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
"Not ever…"
"It's not right! He can't just bring in—"
"But he's right, she's a royal, but she's still a student…"
"Besides, who's to say who she'll side with?"
"Don't be stupid! She's a Pendragon! The Pendragons and the Patricks…"
Such were the snippets that he caught from them. General Tavar moved to stand up from his chair, but then seemed to decide against it. Hod cut such a thoroughly oppressive presence now, that few would have been willing to stand next to him. To Oliver, he looked like a General on a battlefield. As he was now, no one could touch him, even if they'd tried.
"The witness is to be allowed," Tavar declared finally. "As the Minister of Logic states, it does not go against our laws. Besides, she is the most important witness in this case, is she not?"
"But General--!" Lazarus jumped in, his voice considerably more energetic than the old man's droll that he usually spoke in.