The courthouse seemed even more packed than it had been for the deposition the day before. There were the same gasps and whispers as The Beast was led from the cells and chained in the center of the court, the same muted gasps and the following scrutiny of wide eyes. There was a smug division in the lower chamber between those who had been present yesterday and the newcomers. The upper galleries were as stately as ever, packed with the city's upper crust.
There was an opening address by Justice Aldaar and a statement by Barrister Heiger, who spoke eloquently at length about the horrible crimes of the Beast, and that the suspicion cast by the previous days proceedings could not expunge it of guilt. Barrister Kaple grew paler with each word and when the bench recognized him rose to give his halting cross examination.
His shoulders relaxed when Constantine's confident voice broke over the proceedings.
"Thank you your honors, I am Sir Constantine GodAlming..." He began his address.
He spoke of the investigation and the horrors of Hergstag. The sorrow of the townsfolk at losing their children. He spoke of the crimes of the perpetrator. Kaple was beginning to look nervous again.
Then Constantine's voice rose in rebuke. Why would Solomon return to the village with Ellsa's body? What of the connection between them? What other conclusion could be drawn from their shared drawings in the book of poetry. At this the Beast began to laugh, face drawn back in rictus, but Constantine strode forward unafraid and put a hand on his shoulder. This drew gasps, and he explained that the sound was a sob of grief.
He walked them through the impossibility of Mikkel Kahnvald's death, and showed that the lack of evidence showed Solomon could not have been at the crime scene.
He solemnly presented the recovered bodies of the victims and called upon the court priest to verify that they had not died of any trauma.
He was expounding on the last corpse, the manacled prisoner, when Cain burst dramatically into the courtroom. His arrival caused a flurry of shouts and whispers with Justice Aldaar quelled by repeatedly slamming his gavel on the bench. It was with triumph that Cain detailed his investigation that morning.
He had tracked the prisoner number in the town's records and could prove the prisoner's identity. In life he had been a child killer, caught and imprisoned for his crimes by the people of the Dipplemere swamp. He was transported to Lepidstadt for trial and then returned to face justice at the hands of his victims families. His grizzly fate was to be covered in honey and then stung to death by hornets. The report of this execution bore a seal of verification from the village elder but the account itself spoke only of the condemned man, swollen and bloated with poison, stumbling out into the swamp to die.
Constantine snatched this document and paraded it as proof of the real killer's identity. Barrister Heiger objected but upon examination of the document was overruled.
But even that dramatic presentation couldn't overshadow our hero's final piece of evidence.
Ellsa Torean's body was carried to the center of the courtroom on a bier and set before the bench. Solomon began to rock and sob, his great shoulders shaking, low moans emanating from his throat.
"Eller...Eller..." He sobbed.
Adrin stepped forward and read from the scroll they had prepared, the court mage observing sternly.
The courtroom waited with bated breath for a pregnant moment of silence. Then, like the the faintest sigh of the wind, the corpse drew a rattling breath.
"Ellsa Torean, in your last moments did..." Adrin began in a loud clear voice.
But he was cut off. The Beast surged forwards in his chains, the great wooden chair to which he was bound wrenching and nearly breaking free from the platform. There was a scream from the upper gallery.
"Eller! Were are ya! What happened to ya! I tried...I tried to...I couldn't...Her, her, her, her" Solomon shouted in his rough voice but was overcome with sobs.
The courthouse fell silent, and in that silence a voice could be heard. It was undoubtedly the voice of a child, and although Ellsa's body remained still her desiccated lips could be seen forming the words.
"Who...who is...Ah! Mister Gumpy! It really is you! Don't be sad, Mister Gumpy. It's warm here. And safe. And nothing hurts here. I know you did your best for me. Thank you for bringing me home to mama and papa. You did enough. I love you. Goodbye."
The Beast began to howl and rock back and forth, chains creaking and platform shuddering. A horrified motion backwards began in the crowd. But at length Solomon quieted, slumping forward with his head hanging nearly between his knees, and order returned to the courtroom.