It's only girls who are afraid.' But he thought it would be more disagreeable to say nothing, so he said it.
When they got to the Hall of Justice, she caught hold of his hand, and said: 'Oh!' very loud and sudden, 'doesn't it remind you of anything ?' she asked.
Philip pulled his hand away and said 'No' before he remembered that he had decided not to speak to her.

And the 'No' was quite untrue, for the building did remind him of something, though he couldn't have told you what.
The prisoners and their guard passed through a great arch between magnificent silver pillars, and along a vast corridor, lined with soldiers who all saluted.
'Do all sorts of soldiers salute you ?' he asked the captain, 'or only just your own ones ?' 'It's _you_ they're saluting,' the captain said; 'our laws tell us to salute all prisoners out of respect for their misfortunes.' The judge sat on a high bronze throne with colossal bronze dragons on each side of it, and wide shallow steps of ivory, black and white.
Two attendants spread a round mat on the top of the steps in front of the judge--a yellow mat it was, and very thick, and he stood up and saluted the prisoners.

('Because of your misfortunes,' the captain whispered.) The judge wore a bright yellow robe with a green girdle, and he had no wig, but a very odd-shaped hat, which he kept on all the time.
The trial did not last long, and the captain said very little, and the judge still less, while the prisoners were not allowed to speak at all.
The judge looked up something in a book, and consulted in a low voice with the crown lawyer and a sour-faced person in black.

Then he put on his spectacles and said: 'Prisoners at the bar, you are found guilty of trespass.

The punishment is Death--if the judge does not like the prisoners.