"And how, pray tell, do you propose doing that?" Liesel burst out, exasperated. "A man with a living talking skull does not help convince s jury, esolpecially a biased jury, that the defendant at hand is not a necromancer! And I can't run away, not again. Estermere is my home now. I can't let a bunch of ignorant bigots tell me what and who I am!"
Liesel was positively furious. It was not a good situation to be in - she knew, somwhere in her heart, that this man and his skull just wanted to help, but she knew they couldn't.
"If you can come up with a way to get these superstitious halfwits off my back, I swear, I will be in your debt for ever."