Chapter 467: Water and Its Worth
Jim drew a slow breath before addressing the matter that had brought them to this pass.
"As fer yer request," he began, "the one touchin' upon our understandin' you, an' them folk what came wiv ye. I reckon that's a matter the people of Gallowshill ought ter settle fer themselves."
Lyria listened without interruption.
"Don't mistake me, Your 'Ighness. I'm not about ter lower me guard, merely because ye've told me a few things concernin' yerself. I still don't trust ye. An' I ain't about ter stand before me own people an' tell 'em they ought ter trust ye neither not when I can't rightly say I do so meself."
Jim rubbed his thumb across the knuckles of his opposite hand, his expression grave.
