Distrust - Part 2

"Those agreements were just a farse to you, then?" Beam muttered, as the steel sliced into his flesh.

"I'd be a fool to speak plainly in front of an angry mob of people on the verge of rebellion," Lombard told him, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Merely diffusing the situation took priority. Though, that girl that was with you has been given some of my authority to wield – to keep the peace. If your intentions are as noble as you claim, then you should be quite satisfied with that, should you not?"

"I am, and I was, until you put a sword against my neck," Beam spat.

Lombard eyed him carefully, before shaking his head. "I do not believe you. You still hide much from me. Your actions do not match your words. I can not have such a dangerous spark in the midst of my defence. Either you speak truthfully to me, and reveal all that you are, or I cut you down to save myself the trouble."