Other Writing
- Above, the great hammerbeam roof soared into shadow, its carved angels watching with expressionless faces. Light from the south window fell in pale stripes across the floor, catching the judges on their dais and leaving the rafters in darkness. The murmur of spectators echoed strangely in the vast space — a low tide of whispers, coughs, and shifting benches. To Dacre’s right sat the jury; before him, the King’s commissioners; behind him, the restless crowd. He felt the weight of the hall’s...