Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

when bartholomew looked at her, heda watched him solemnly. she shifted her paws in the flowering ground. "why would they worship a king?" what did a king do that was worthy of honor? but it sounds like the hating men had accomplished their goals.
the man continued to pray to god.
"even if they didn't believe in god, they didn't have to try and get him to stop."
heda's nose twitched. "is that why he was thrown into the lion's den? for disobeying the king?"
her face was thoughtful, all of it devoted to her processing.