It’s my fault, Uncle.
This is not a trial, Lazlo.
It’s… not?
The decision has already been made.
But what of Egon?
He has been banished.
For his own sake, of course.
As for you…
You’ll be pressed into the Justiciars’ service.
Perhaps they can mold you…
… into a proper nobleman.
This is not a trial, Lazlo.
Uncle...
The Justiciars are… displeased.
The peasants… outraged.
There will be revolts.
Needless death.
All because of your little “visit.”
Where is Egon?
No…
I will do this right.
Speak.
It began… with your mother.
Come. See for yourself.
Lazlo...
What brings you here?
I want the truth.
Plead your case and judgment will be passed.
Why not strike me down and end this charade?
Your mother came from afar.
Charmed your father… and me.
Well, we grew fond of each other.
Intimate.
You lie.
Your father discovered our… dalliances.
And he acted predictably.
What… is this?
You wanted the truth.
Here it is.
Do you recognize her?
This… cannot be.
He forced my hand.
So you betrayed them?
At least you were spared.
Some kindness.
When you were born, I wondered if it was by my seed…
... or his.
Now I think I know.
My late wife…
She passed away during childbirth.
Along with my second son.
Afterward, your mother visited often.
She was a great comfort.
Impressive, but foolish.
You picked a fight with nothing to gain and everything to lose.
I… I did what was right.
And what would that matter...
... if you’re dead?
Impressive, but foolish.
I will not beg for mercy.
I’ve heard enough.
You will submit to trial by combat.
If there is any truth to what you say then I’m sure you’ll emerge victorious.
As you wish.
