The Council Keeper’s voice echoed through the room again. “The Order is broken. Until the New Order comes forth, the Old Law must be upheld, and the Consequences paid.”
“All this courtroom drama. If I didn’t know you better, Angelus, I would think you were vying for a spot on cable television.” Macon’s voice carried over the crowd, but I couldn’t see him.
“Your Mortal levity defiles this sacred space, Macon Ravenwood.”
“My Mortal levity, Angelus, is something you cannot understand. And I warned you, Angelus, that I would not stand for this.”
The Council Keeper shouted over the crowd. “You have no power here.”
“You have no business finding a Mortal guilty of treason against the Order.”
“The Keeper is of both worlds. The Keeper knew the price. The Keeper chose to allow the destruction of the Order,” he answered.
“The Keeper is a Mortal. Her name is Marian Ashcroft. She has already been sentenced to death, like every Mortal. In forty or fifty years, she will face that sentence. It is the Mortal way.”
“This is not your matter to speak of.” The Council Keeper’s voice was rising, and the spectators were getting restless.
“Angelus, she is weak. She has no powers, no way to protect herself. You cannot punish a wet child for the rain.”
“I do not understand.”
“ ‘The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.’ ” Macon was quoting Harper Lee. I never knew any of Marian’s quotes, but I remembered that one from reading To Kill a Mockingbird in English class last year. And from my mom.
John’s head was bent toward Liv’s, and they were whispering about something. When he noticed me watching them, he stopped. “This is crap,” he said.
For once I agreed with him. “But we can’t stop it.”
“Why not?”
There was no way he would understand. “I know how it ends. They’ve found her guilty of treason. She’s going to be sent back to the Dark Fire, or whatever happens after that. There’s nothing we can do,” I said miserably. “I was here before.”
“Yeah? I wasn’t.” John stepped forward, clapping dramatically. The whole room went dead silent. He squeezed Lena’s shoulder as he passed. “Well, doesn’t this suck?” John shoved his way to the front of the hall, where Macon was standing. I could finally see him. John held up his hand, like he was waiting for Macon to give him a high-five. “Nice try, old man.”
Macon was surprised but held up his hand. His cuff was pulled down a little too far, as though his shirt was too long.
What’s going on, L?
I have no idea.
Lena’s hair started to curl. I smelled a faint trace of smoke in the air.
L, what are you doing?
I think you mean what is he doing?
John wove slowly toward the Council Keeper, who was holding Marian on the balcony. “I’m starting to think you’re not r
eally listening to this fine former Incubus brother of mine.” He jumped up onto the pew, shoving a robed man out of his way.
“You’re out of line, spawn of Abraham. And do not think The Caster Chronicles have been kind to you, Breedling.”
“Oh, I don’t think they’ve been kind. Since when are people kind to me? I’m a jerk. On the other hand, you’re kind of a jerk, too.” John jumped up above the pew, barely catching the bottom of the wooden balcony. His black boots swung back and forth in the air.
The massive gold drapes behind us exploded into flames.
John kicked a bald, tattooed man in the head. I recognized the tattoo. It was the mark of a Dark Caster.
Now John had climbed up onto the wooden balcony, above us all. He put one arm around Marian, the other around the Council Keeper. “Angelus, that’s your name, right? Man, who came up with that one? Here’s the thing. My friend Lena over there, she’s a Natural.” There was a murmuring around us, and I saw the crowd part around Lena as they backed a few feet away.