As the lawyer answered confidently, a murmur spread through the gallery.
"I think so too. I think it might work."
"Isn't that what our family says? If you look down on them even a little, they'll try to climb up to the top of their master's head."
"Hey, that's because you didn't train them properly. The dead horse of Count Manif might be different."
"No matter how much I train, I don't think I'll ever hear the order to die."
"People who die in an accident, do you think they were there knowing they would die? They die the moment they say, 'Oops!'"
"Still, it's a bit… for a horse to head-on hit a carriage."
People's opinions were split exactly in half.
The point was now clearly established.
All that needed to be done was to prove that the horse could ram the carriage on command.
Abel looked at Count Kuslov's lawyer and Preston Haggis, the prosecutor, before saying, "Let's try to replicate the same situation. Follow me."
"Yes?"
