Trial Stories

Nsansa was right when he said I would be blamed for Uliya’s death. The young blossoming and fertile second wife of my husband had succumbed to a mysterious fatality, and I was the only witness.  A hundred villagers surrounded us as we sat on the ground. Uliya’s mother wept violently on my far right, and four elders sat in front of us.  As I expected, my husband passionately vouched for me. His sister-in-law Tashani spoke...

It was less than a month later that the trial of Stiles was scheduled to commence. He had been allowed to telegraph Miles Kilgore to request his assistance in finding a lawyer. Mr. Kilgore used his considerable influence to postpone the trail until one could be located.He would also break his long-standing rule about public appearances and would be there to testifyThe appointed day finally arrived. The visiting circuit co...

As I sit on the stand I swear to tell the truth I smile and my heart begins to swell For the love I have for you the promise I am keeping It has been a long time coming It took longer than expected But baby boy it's here As I promised long ago The trial is almost over When all is said and through They will have to pay For what they did to you

They ran into the courtyard. The trial had just begun; the king had started the prosecution of the murderer. Two girls, one dressed in red with gold embroidery, the other in jade green with silver embroidery, wanted a good clear view of the trial, but being so small, they could not see over the crowd. One turned and saw a window with ivy cascading down from the ledge. Iron bars covered the glass for show. The girls quickl...