Bean nodded. “Sorry about that, Your Highness. They seem to have great faith in you, though, that woodman in particular.”
The prince smiled. “They all do, as I do in them. That woodman in particular is my blood brother, Waterstone.”
“I should point out,” put in Danton, “that His Highness could not lie to save himself. So, we are all quite safe in trusting his word.”
“Precisely,” said Waterstone, coming back into the conversation. He smiled at his blood brother. “But we would be safe, even if he could lie.” He turned to the trappers. “Did you see Hail again after she left the hut?”
“Yes. We achieved that much at least,” responded Bean. “She is a trapper, just as we are; and by choice she spends most of her time in the mountains on her own. But if our paths have crossed over the years, s
