you plead innocent?" he said sharply.
"I'm not guilty of witchcraft," said Alvin. "Under a 'strict reading' or whatever. But the things Mistress Purity said about me, well, you and I both know they're true." As if to demonstrate it, he peeled the manacle from his right hand like it was made of clay.
Purity gasped. She had never seen such power. Even hearing Arthur Stuart's account on the riverbank, she had not realized how effortlessly Alvin worked his will with iron. No incantations, no sign of strain.
"Mistress Purity is startled," said Verily.
"What do you think?" said Alvin. "Should I spread some iron on this bread and eat it?"
"Don't be a show-off," said Verily.
Alvin leaned back in his chair and ate a thick slab of bread and cheese - a posture he could not have assumed while manacled. His mouth full, he talked anyway. "I reckon you needed to remember, Mistress Purity, that what you said about me was true. Don't you go blaming yourself for telling the truth."
Purity found herself on the verge of tears. "The whole world's awry," she said.
"True," said Alvin, "but in different ways in different places. Which is what makes traveling worthwhile."
"I know you only mean good for me, both of you. Though you're annoyed with each other. I don't know why."
"Verily Cooper thinks he's in love with you," said Alvin.
Purity didn't know what to say to that. Nor did Verily, who was blushing as he ate a slice of pear. He didn't contradict Alvin, though.
"Not that I don't approve of Verily falling in love," said Alvin, "and my wife tells me you're a good girl, loyal and smart and patient and all the other virtues that a wife of Mr. Cooper has to have."
"I didn't know that I had met your wife, sir," said Purity.
"You haven't," said Alvin. "Don't you remember what Arthur told you about her?"
"That she was a candle."
"Torch," said Alvin.
"We don't hear much about knackery here in New England. Except as it pertains to disposing of the bodies of downer animals."
Verily laughed aloud. "I told you she had a sense of humor, Al."
She allowed herself a small smile.
"Let's just say that Margaret thinks you're worth the trouble of my staying in jail a couple of nights," said Alvin.
"You sustained me while we were running yesterday, didn't you?"
Alvin shrugged. "Who knows how tough you are? At some point, everybody gives in and says what the questioner wants to hear."
"I'd like to think I could withstand torture as well as the next person," said Purity.
"That's my point," said Alvin. "Nobody can withstand it, if the questioner knows what he's doing. The body betrays us. Most people never find that out because they're never asked a question that matters. And those that are, most give the answer the questioner wants without a lick of torture. It's only the strong ones, the most stubborn ones as gets tortured."
"Mr. Cooper," said Purity, "I hope you don't think I'm giving any stock to Mr. Smith's jests about your feelings toward me."
Verily smiled at her. "You don't know me, so I can hardly expect you to welcome such an idea."
"On the contrary," said Purity, "I know you very well. I saw you in court today, and on the commons, too. I know the kind of man you are."
"You don't know he farts in his sleep," said Alvin.
Purity looked at him, appalled. "Everyone does," she answered, "but most people find no need to mention it during meals."
Alvin grinned at her. "Just didn't want this to turn into a love feast. Not while my lawyer here is trying to burn down the barn to kill the fleas."
Verily's face darkened. "It's not 'fleas' when innocent people die, and others become perjurers out of fear."
"How much justice will be done when judges go striking down laws whenever some lawyer gives them half an excuse?"
"That's theory," said Verily. "When the practice of the law leads to injustice, then the law must change."
"That's what Parliament is for," said Alvin. "And the assembly."
"What politician would dare announce that he was in favor of witchcraft?"
The argument might have gone on, but at that moment the door of the courtroom opened and Hezekiah Study came in. He gave no greeting, but stalked down the aisle straight to a chair directly behind the defense table. He spoke only to Verily Cooper.
"Don't do it," said Hezekiah Study.
"Don't do what?"
"Don't take on the witchers," he said. "Try the case. Or better yet, if your client really has the knack he's charged