Mystery fiction; Trials (Murder) -- Fiction; United States -- Fiction
"Latent, you mean, don't you?"
"Mostly latent, but a good deal of it overt, liberated."
"Item, his fears are inconsistent: he's afraid of the dark but quite
ready to play with matches."
"Another trait of childhood."
"Also of masturbating monkeys. Item, he talks a great deal about truth,
but in the end, what he believes is what he wishes to believe."
"At that point I must draw your Majesty's attention to an essential
point in the original indictment, namely the admission that this monster
possesses roughly three billion heads. And three billion bodies. In that
view of it, it's good law as well as necessary charity to insist that
each head-and-body unit of the monster be tried separately."
"There isn't time, sir, there isn't time. Are you implying that not
everyone is snotty?"
"Something like that."
"But then we can have no trial. No trial, no justice, no fun. Ah, damn
it, I was looking forward to a hanging, with a bang-up speech from the
platform and not a dry eye in the entire public square except for a few
pickpockets and sellers of soft drinks."
"Callista--"
"Sir! No--fair enough. I'll put my scepter down. Maybe I'm tired of
being queen. But may I keep my crown a while?"
"You've always worn it."
"No. No. Bring your chair--no, take this one, Cecil. I'd like to sit on
the floor with my head on your knee--not that you're like my father at
all. My crown--oh, put it away somewhere, keep it, I don't care. I don't
hear that wind any more. Is it turning cold?"
"Yes, it's quite cold tonight. Callista, the prosecution will finish
tomorrow, with the reading of those letters. We'll probably open after
the noon recess.... Is there anything, anything at all, you haven't told
me?"
"Yes."
"You said, in court today, you said there was something."
"Yes. Why did you stop moving your hand over my hair? I loved it. That's
better. Cecil, I am guilty."
"The--blank?"
"Yes. Haven't you almost known it all along?"
"No. But I've been afraid you might remember something, or convince
yourself that you've remembered it, and so come to believe yourself
guilty."
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