text: "Leave the dead to the quiet of the grave!" wailed Dr. Grauzeng. Or, rather, what was left of her, cradled in a basket of leaden words. "There is no sorrow like the sorrow of visiting the broken remnants of my life!"
  
  "Sorry, sorry!" hissed Osoth. "Just a few questions and we'll have you on your way again."
  
  "Ask. We must answer." said Bthera hollowly. Tarcuna hid her face in the curl of my tail and sobbed. I carefully didn't move.
  
  "Who killed you?" asked Osoth.
  
  "That one, and that," Dr. Grauzeng said, pointing to Carlio and another defendant. "My house burned. I ran to get Lyre, giving him such shelter with my body as I could from the kerosene-scented flames. Those two men shot us with Davrok-33 automatic guns as we came out the front door."
  
  "Lyre lives. I healed him," I told her. I should know better than to try to comfort the living dead.
  
  "He lives. I do not. Will you avenge me, monster? Will any one of you?" she cried, surveying the courtroom.
  
  "The claws of the law, they shall be your claws! The breath of justice, it shall be your breath!" roared Llredh.
  
  "It must be. I have no other breath," said Dr. Grauzeng. Meaning life's breath, I suppose, which isn't what Llredh meant at all.
  
  Carlio laughed. "I'm sure that's some sort of illusion." Truthfully, though wrong.
  
  "Those are the real spirits of the women you murdered."
  
  He shook his head. "Silly games. Do you really think that the population of Trest will accept this trial? All your evidence is dragon magic, dragon senses, dragon proof. Nothing is real here." Truthfully. Wrong, since it's all real, but he believed it.
  
  We asked a few more questions of the ghosts, and let Osoth return them to death.
  
  Afterwards, Tarcuna asked us, "Why didn't you just ask the husband, or even the two children? They saw as much, or more."
  
  Nrararn blinked at her. "I didn't think of that."
  
  Osoth smiled. "It was merely an excuse to return me, however briefly, to my conjugial duties."