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Harreld
Harreld hid the smirk on his face by staying busy with setting things straight. The boys were clever talkers, that much was sure. But Ginna, he trusted, would not be fooled.
"...we have nothing to say in our defense," Cnebba said.
Well and good, Harreld thought. He set his face to grimness, turned and raised himself to his full height, and looked down his broad nose at the two boys who stared at him in a mix of fear and admiration. He was sure they wanted to be big like him some day. He remembered being a boy looking up at a man twice his height, and wishing.
"You are guilty of tresspassing," Harreld said. "Is that not so, Ginna?"
"Aye, 'tis so." She was playing along as he knew she would.
"The guilty must pay for their crime. What, Ginna, do you think would be a reasonable payment?"
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