“You would conspire against your King?” Aragorn’s tone was like ice.
“I admit it!” the prisoner almost spat out the words. “What right have you and that Elven witch to rule Gondor?”
The King rose to his feet. He towered over the assembly. “Take him away. I will pronounce judgement tomorrow.” His eyes glittered. It seemed that lightning flashed from their grey depths.
Few in the room could withstand that gaze. Even those present that knew him well, could not help but shudder.
Aragorn was a just and merciful man, but when angered his fury blazed forth like a storm.