Morgase gave him a nod.

“Damodred,” Aybara said, “wait a moment.”

Galad turned, laying his hand on his sword pommel again. Not as a threat, but a reminder. Many of those in the pavilion had begun to whisper. “Yes?” Galad asked.

“You wanted a judge,” Aybara said. “Would you accept your mother in that position?”

Galad didn’t hesitate. Of course; she’d been a queen since her eighteenth nameday, and he had seen her sit in judgment. She was fair. Harsh, but fair.

But would the other Children accept her? She’d been trained by the Aes Sedai. They’d see her as one of them. A problem. But if it gave a way out of this, perhaps he could make them see the truth.

“I would,” Galad said. “And if I vouched for her, my men would as well.”

“Well,” Aybara said, “I’d accept her, too.”

Both men turned to Morgase. She stood in her simple yellow dress, looking more a queen by the moment. “Perrin,” she said, “if I sit in judgment, I will not temper my decisions. You took me in when we needed shelter, and for that I am appreciative. But if I decide that you have committed murder, I will not hold back my decision.”

“That will do,” Aybara said. He seemed sincere.

“My Lord Captain Commander,” Byar said softly in Galad’s ear, sounding fervent. “I fear this would be a farce! He’s not said he would submit to punishment.”

“No, I have not,” Aybara said. How had he heard those whispers? “It would be meaningless. You think me a Darkfriend and a murderer. You wouldn’t accept my word on taking punishment, not unless I was in your custody. Which I won’t allow.”

“See?” Byar said, more loudly. “What is the point?”

Galad met Aybara’s golden eyes again. “It will give us a trial,” he said, growing more certain. “And legal justification. I’m beginning to see, Child Byar. We must prove our claims, otherwise we are no better than Asunawa.”

“But the trial will not be fair!”

Galad turned to the tall soldier. “Are you questioning my mother’s impartiality?”

The gaunt man froze, then shook his head. “No, my Lord Captain Commander.”

Galad turned back to Aybara. “I ask Queen Alliandre to grant that this trial be legally binding in her realm.”

“If Lord Aybara requests it, I will.” She sounded uncomfortable.

“I do request it, Alliandre,” Perrin said. “But only if Damodred agrees to release all of my people that he’s holding. Keep the supplies, but let the people go, as you promised me you would before.”

“Very well,” Galad said. “It will happen once the trial begins. I promise it. When will we meet?”

“Give me a few days to prepare.”

“In three days, then,” Galad said. “We hold the trial here, in this pavilion, in this place.”

“Bring your witnesses,” Aybara said. “I’ll be here.”

Chapter 27