An elder stepped forward. "These are the faces of Justice," she said. "But to understand her, you must hear her story."
And so the village kept telling its story, adjusting the scales, tying the blindfold, and polishing the mirror—knowing that perfect justice was a distant summit, but that the only unforgivable act was to stop the climb. summary of justice
The girl looked into the mirror and saw her own village—the river, the mountain, the rich, the poor, the strong, the weak. An elder stepped forward
The elder held up a simple mirror. "There is no fourth object," she said. "Justice is not a thing you find. It is a story you keep telling. The Sword asks, 'Who harmed whom?' The Scales ask, 'How can we make this right?' The Blindfold asks, 'Is the process fair?' But the Mirror asks, 'Does this system serve all of us, or just the ones who wrote the rules?'" The girl looked into the mirror and saw