Kael
The man at the authority's desk had watched the entire contest.
He still wanted the score explained differently.
"Lucien controlled the greater part of the ground," he said.
The presiding officer looked at the certified result.
"Four points each."
"The score doesn't show every part of a counter."
"It shows the part this petition requires."
I sat in the chair beside the table, keeping my left hand open on my knee.
Walking over had been enough to make the bruise feel fresh again. The medical officer had released me to attend the ruling, not to spend the rest of the afternoon proving I could remain upright in a crowded room.
I intended to enjoy the chair for as long as the argument allowed.
Lucien stood opposite the desk with his result copy.
The man speaking for the petition had arranged several pages beside it. One contained the original condition. Another described the standing of the people contesting the proposed lethal-duel order.
