The Proctor paused. That was not part of the exam.
Lirael’s chest tightened. Around her, the ghostly amphitheater filled with the shimmering forms of previous graduates — thousands of celestial physicians who had passed this test. They watched in cold, perfect judgment.
The Proctor’s seven faces froze. “Explain.”
“Irrelevant,” the Proctor said. But one of its seven faces flickered.