Chapter 115
A Bought Witness
Modric’s POV
Elder Horace Rowan repeated the lie in front of the full council.
“I approved the amendment willingly.”
His voice carried farther in the council chamber than it had inside his recovery room, though he looked even weaker beneath the formal robes someone had placed over his thin shoulders. His face remained pale from the festival poisoning. One hand trembled around the carved walking stick beside him.
Gregor stood near the center of the chamber with the calm expression of a man who believed he had already won.
“You confirm that no one forged your signature?” he asked.
Horace swallowed.
“Yes.”
“And that you authorized the revised challenge rules before your illness became severe?”
“Yes.”
Whispers moved through the gathered elders.
Gregor
