9
Jason glanced past me out the hovercraft window. Flashes of lightning laced the clouds. Below us, unseen, were the mountains east of Montalban. We'd stayed overnight in Ciprias and were returning to the Capitol. I hadn't slept well. Jason had slept in the room beside mine, and I'd lain awake, wanting to go to him, wanting him to come to me.
Neither had happened.
“So, you were telling me about this maddening legal system you have—”
“Maddening for you, maybe,” I interjected.
“—and what your strategy will be when you go to court tomorrow.”
I looked at him mischievously. “I'll bet the legal system on Troubadour is based on precedent.”
Jason nodded.
“What nonsense! On Catalonia, each case is decided on its own merits and circumstances.”
“You mean, prior decisions can't be cited as pr
