Black Magician 3 : The High Lord

"You chose an inopportune time for disobedience, Sonea."
"I won't let them use me as an excuse to kill you," she retorted.
Akkarin began to turn toward her, then stopped as Lorlen stood up and struck a gong.
"It is time to judge whether Akkarin of family Delvon of House Velan, High Lord of the Magicians' Guild, and Sonea, his novice, are guilty of the crimes of which they have been accused."

Lorlen held out a hand. A globe light appeared above it, then floated up to the ceiling. The other Higher Magicians followed suit, then hundreds more globe lights floated up from the rest of the magicians, and the Guildhall was filled with brightness.

"Do you judge that Sonea, the High Lord's novice, is guilty of seeking knowledge of and learning, practicing and killing with black magic?"

"The majority choose the affirmative," Lorlen called. "The punishment for this crime as set down by law is execution.