Chapter 7
We spent the hours of the late afternoon going over what Rosamond was going to say at the Court of the Night. I thought she stood a good chance of getting her judgement overturned. Then, towards sundown, we took a break.
“We don’t want to sound too rehearsed,” cautioned Reginald.
The members of the Court of the Night were seated around a semi-circular table made of something blacker than the night. In the middle of those seated was a glowing ball of golden light—God’s representative—and on either side were a collection of spirits, along with a single vampire, and Naal, the satyr. Before them, sitting or standing in reverential silence, were an assortment of spirits, sprites, nymphs, and other creatures of the night.
Upon our arrival, Reginald registered our case with a tall,
