An angel had stood at his left in the third court for longer than mortal worlds had existed. She had followed him into the rebellion because she trusted his reading of the law more than she trusted her own.
She died on the third day.
A loyalist killed her. Turiel saw it happen. They met in the open over the western courts, both of them armed and both of them willing, and the loyalist was faster. The blade went in under her arm. She fell.
It was a clean death in a fair fight, under the same rules that every angel on that field was fighting under. Turiel knew it, and he knew his own law would have called it no crime.
He noted the loyalist's face anyway.
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He found that loyalist again near the end of the fifth day, among the fallen columns of a court that had been the second court of judgment, and that court no longer stood.
