“Neighsay,” Celestia said quietly, but her voice still seemed to reach towards every corner of the throneroom, “You stand accused of the attempted murder of an alicorn. Your magical signature has been recorded from a teleport at the site of the crime. In the search of your estate, a crossbow practice range has been discovered in your cellar, but a crossbow was nowhere to be found. The bolts discovered matching those fired from the attempted murder weapon. Your feelings towards the victim are well known. How do you plead?”