James tilted his head a little. Was the priest going to send the coppers to his house? It was a common occurrence, but they usually didn't come for James. "I live near Tate Hill Pier..." he said vaguely. The nearer to the pier, the more it said: slum. "Why?" he added suspiciously. "I didn't steal nothing, ser. I was gonna give you the candles back, but I forgot and then I lost them and couldn't bring them back. I didn't steal."