“I think so,” answered the Maori girl.
“What should you say was their occupation?”
“I don’t know, but they looked much more like murderers than Mr. Scarlett did.”
“Look if you can see the men you speak of, in Court.”
The dark girl glanced at the sea of faces on the further side of the barrier.
“They may be here, but I can’t see them,” she said.
“Just so. But do you see any persons like them?”
“In dress, yes. In face, no.”
“Very good, don’t trouble yourself further. That will suffice.”
And Amiria was ushered from the Court.