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Chapter 51-1
Chapter 51 December, 3,390 BC Earth: Village of Assur GITA It was almost nightfall when she heard them arrive downstairs; first Rakshan's voice, then Behnam's, then Yalda and Zhila's, and then finally Immanu himself returned with the Chief. They conversed amongst themselves, and then sent Siamek up to fetch her, followed by Zhila, winded from her climb up the steps. Despite her age, the second-oldest woman in the village refused to lean on Siamek's arm and peered at Gita with her cateract-clouded eyes. "They wait for you, child," Zhila said. Gita nodded, her eyes black with fear. She'd known this was coming. She'd known this was coming all along. The Tribunal. The three-judge panel who convened only to consider matters too weighty for even the Chief to decide ... or too controversial
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