The court instantly became silent.
Devon could tell. His work was done.
He let his words sit with them as he went back to his seat.
At the same time, Boyed came down the stand.
He gave Soren a look and then went back to his seat.
The bald man—a part of the jury—turned to look at his colleagues.
A few of them shook their heads at him. And he instantly understood, similarly returning.
Within the Almace empire, education was free. But the quality received differs in accordance with class.
While those of the lower class received just enough to ensure their continuous loyalty and submission to the empire, the noble class and those that worked for them were educated more.
Of course, a fierce foundation of education was history.
History, the prime enforcer of pride, lineage, status, and, well enough... fear.
Soren did not know who the Waterfells were. Apart from that day Machos died, and he heard it in the dying whisper of the old man, he had never thought too much about it.
