"Yes, ser." James tried to say as confidently as he could. Before that time he would have to get his narrative straight or he'd be in trouble.

He slid off the chair and sheepishly made his way to the exit. Then he turned round and looked at the priest. He lifted his hand in a hesitant wave. "Bye father priest," he said. Then he left the station to go pester Ruth for more food.

A few feet on, he forgot his fear and began to feel more confident again. He'd come up with a strong story and find some 'evidence' against Bram. Maybe he'd even argue that candles weren't enough these days, and it was bicycles he was after now.