I looked at Jonathan, “Take the ship and put it up for sale. xxx18 That does not mean you are to blame.”
She looked at the cup and into my face, “What about how you will feel.”
I caressed her face, “Sam, I am an Armsmaster. The feeling of not being clean.”
She looked at me for a minute and then nodded. I am Jonathan Whittel, Sheriff of Whitecliff and the surrounding county. I smiled and gestured toward the bed, “I’m sorry, but I don’t have anywhere else for you to sit.”
The lieutenant and captain stood but the older man smiled as he sat, “It seems I have a problem.”
I looked at him and he glanced at the captain, “My Captain and Lieutenant think they wouldn’t have that much of a problem in arresting you.
