LIAB Epilogue 12:2
Maggie has her left hand to her forehead, touching it with two fingers while her right hand forms a fist. She bears an inscrutable expression.
They wanted to know if she would go along with this plan and maintain this level of information screening. Indeed, if she did not, then her hope of ever claiming so much as a cot in this Temple would be jeopardized.
Unless they could proceed on a basis of honesty and full disclosure with Lord Parson, he would be hobbled. Even revealing the whole truth to him later would leave that gap of trust. At least they'd agreed to leave his G-string alone, but they were making a mistake here.
Well. She supposed that would become her personal problem. At least she knew her own heart. She'd settled certain matters before this conversation, too.
"Very well," she lied through her forehead, "I will maintain the narrative. You may rely on me to Think Alike."