Book: Flame Of ETERNA

- My epiarch, the guard is asleep. And I... I know you're innocent.
- You know? From where?! - Epiarchus abruptly threw up his head. It was so beautiful that the artist's hand unwittingly pulled to make a few strokes, but Diamney remembered why he came.
- From yourself. Diamni knelt next to the prisoner and began to concentrate on straightening the skins. - I drew all three days at the trial... I, like everyone else, believed in your guilt. The evidence was irrefutable, but my hands were doing their job. Today I showed my drawings to the master and he said you were innocent. I thought I had misheard, but the teacher told me to look at your face for five minutes. When the master turned the clock, I realized that he was right. My epiarch, you are not a rapist or an executioner... I don't know how it came about that everything points to you, but that's a lie.