Chapter 31

• The next morning, Myriella went to the trial.
• The corridor leading to the courtroom was long and cold. Morning light spilled through the tall, narrow windows, leaving pale strips across the stone walls. Myriella walked slowly. Her heavy brocade gown whispered with every step, while the silver crown she had stopped taking off pressed against her forehead with a familiar, almost comforting weight.
• She did not think about executions.