heard. But then the words hung in the air, unanswered, undisputed, and the effect was the opposite of what Quill intended. John knew that one of the main points taken from the courtroom today would be the possibility that people with the power of God in them might be charged with witchcraft if witchers had their way.
Good work, Mr. Cooper.
"It is the decision of this court that the motions raised by the defense must be decided before the trial can proceed. Therefore, I order the bailiff to send the jury home and to clear the courtroom, lest the discussion of evidence that is about to take place influence the eventual trial. We reconvene at noon. I recommend that everyone take an early dinner, because I intend to resolve these matters before we adjourn this evening."
Bang with the gavel, and John got up from the bench and almost danced back to the robing room. Who would have thought that a nasty little witch trial would suddenly take on such proportions? John had dismissed charges based on faultiness of evidence in both the witch trials he had presided over before, but in those cases it was because of contradiction within a witness's testimony, and it created no precedent. Cooper had created a far more potent situation, in which granting either of his evidentiary motions could destroy the witch laws, making them unenforceable. And given the political climate in New England, there was little chance of a legislature reinstating them, not without strict safeguards that would remove all the little tricks from the witchers' arsenal. What they did in England, of course, might be quite different. But if John knew his son Quincy, the Massachusetts assembly would act immediately and before Parliament even discussed the issue, the law in New England would be established. Parliament would then be in the awkward position of having to repudiate an ecclesiastical law set forth in New England, the place where Christian life was regarded as being most pure. There was a good chance that it could all be ended, right here, today.
John sat in the plush chair, almost lost in the cushions, for it had been designed for larger men than he. He closed his eyes and smiled. God had a role for him to play, after all.
* * *
Purity had no idea what Verily Cooper's plan was. All she knew was that Quill hated it, and if Quill hated it, she had to like it. Besides, she could see plainly that Verily Cooper had no ill intent toward her, nor Alvin, though he was in chains because of her. Still, it wasn't easy for her to sit beside these men that she had accused. If she had known when she made her charges where they would lead... She tried to explain this to them.
"We know that," said Verily Cooper. "Don't think twice about it."
"Where's the food?" said Alvin. "We only got a little while to eat."
"I don't know why you're helping me," said Purity.
"He's not," said Alvin. "He's trying to change the world."
"Alvin has trouble with authority," said Verily. "He doesn't like it when somebody else is in charge."
"I want somebody to be in charge of getting me something to eat. This table is starting to look mighty tasty."
At that point the bailiff approached and asked them if they wanted to eat down in the jail, separately, or right there at the defense table, with a picnic lunch donated by several of the ladies of Cambridge, including his own wife.
"What extraordinary kindness," said Verily.
The bailiff grinned. "My wife was on the commons yesterday. She thinks you're Galahad. Or Percival."
"Will you thank her for me? For all of us?"
Soon the table was spread with bread, cheese, and summer fruit, and Alvin set to eating like a teenager. Purity had a much harder time working up an appetite, though once she had the taste of pears and cheese in her mouth, she found she was hungrier than she had thought.
"I don't know," said Purity, "why you should ever forgive me."
"Oh, we forgive you," said Alvin. "We more than forgive you. Verily, here, he's downright obsessed with you."
Verily only smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Alvin's feeling out of sorts," he said. "He doesn't like jails."
"Have you been in jail before?" asked Purity.
"He was acquitted of all charges," said Verily. "Proving that I'm a clever lawyer."
"Proving I was innocent," said Alvin. "An advantage I don't have this time."
Only now did Verily show annoyance. "If you think you're guilty, why did