When the Lady said “Truth!”, Harry said “Forsooth!” It was their word.
Lady Smock had a habit of uttering “truth” at the end of her mutli-character, inter-generational stories. “I’m 1/8th Hapsburg on my mother’s side and my 3rd cousin twice removed was John Jacob Astor’s wife. He died on the Titanic but she survived. Truth.”
Harry’s eyebrows would rise and she’d raise hers right back at him. It was the gospel truth. Generations of gentle Lords and Lady Smocks couldn’t be wrong. It was historical fact.
Harry kept his doubts to himself because her gilded shell suited him well. Forsooth!