She turned to Livia. “Show me yours.”
“Because a judge’s only power,” she said, “is to remember that every name brought before her belongs to a person. And every person deserves a truth that fits their hands, not someone else’s story.” the judge
She placed the law-stone back on its pedestal. She turned to Livia
“Why?” he asked. “Everyone else would have buried me.” ” she said
“Repeat your opening statement,” she said to Livia. “Say, ‘Kael stole the cup.’”
Kael stood. He was young, his hands stained with rust from his water-pipes, his voice raw. “Your Honor, I don’t have the cup. I don’t even know what a star’s tear looks like. I sell water for two coppers a jug. I carry a clay pitcher, not a relic.”