with, shed the chains and begone with you."
Only then did Hezekiah notice the manacle lying warped and deformed in Alvin's lap. Alvin grinned at him and mashed the last hunk of bread and cheese into his mouth all at once.
"Pardon me, sir, but who are you?" asked Verily Cooper.
"This is Reverend Study," said Purity. "He advised me not to charge Alvin with witchcraft. I wish I'd listened to him then."
"You'll wish you had listened to me now," said Hezekiah.
"The law is on my side," said Verily.
"No, it isn't," said Hezekiah. "Nothing is on your side."
"Sir, I know my case, and I know the law."
"So did I," said Hezekiah. "I tried the same strategy."
Now Verily was interested. "You're a lawyer, sir?"
"I was a lawyer. I gave it up and became a minister."
"But you lost a witch trial, I take it?"
"I tried to use the strict reading you're going for," said Hezekiah. "I tried to show that the testimony of the witcher was tainted. Everything you're doing."
"And it failed?" asked Verily.
"What do you do," asked Hezekiah, "when the witcher calls you to the stand?"
Verily stared at him in silence.
"The witcher can call my lawyer?" asked Alvin.
"It's ecclesiastical law," said Hezekiah. "The law is older than advocacy. There is no privilege unless you're an ordained minister."
"So they called you," said Purity. "But what did you say?"
"I could only tell the truth," said Hezekiah. "I had seen my clients use their knacks. Harmless! A gift of God, I said it, but there was my testimony." Tears flowed down his cheeks. "That's what hanged them."
Purity was weeping also. "What were their knacks?"
"Who?" asked Alvin.
"My mother and father," said Purity, looking at Hezekiah for confirmation.
He nodded and looked away.
"What did they die for?" asked Purity. "What was their crime?"
"Your mother could heal animals," said Hezekiah. "That's what killed her. A neighbor with an old quarrel waited too long, called her too late, and his mule died, so he said that by the power of Satan she cursed the animals of all those who didn't please her."
"And my father?"
"He could draw a straight line."
The words hung there for a moment.
"That's all?" asked Alvin.
"On paper. In the soil. Truer than a surveyor. His fences were the marvel of the neighborhood. He won the plowing prize every year at the parish fair. No one could cut so straight a furrow. His wife always made him cut the fabric when she was sewing. People remembered his knack when his wife was on trial, and he admitted it readily, seeing no harm in it, since it neither harmed others nor gave him any advantage. Except at the fair."
Purity could hardly talk for weeping. "That's why they died?"
"They died for envy," said Hezekiah, "and for the bloodlust of the witcher, and for the incompetence and arrogance, the pride of their attorney who called himself their friend but dared to put their lives at risk in a larger cause. I could have won them a banishment. They were well-liked and the trial was unpopular. The witcher was willing to dicker. But I had a cause." He gripped Purity's hands. "I can't let this man do the same to you! I've spent my life trying to keep you from the same fate, because they marked you, don't think they haven't. Quill knows who you are. Because of you, they couldn't hang your mother until you were born, and the outrage built and built among the people. There was a strong sentiment to break them out of jail. But the witchers called in the authorities and they guarded the hangings. And then they sent you away, so as not to remind the people of the outrage that had been done against you. To this day, God help the witcher who comes through that part of Netticut, because the people know the truth there."
"Then it was a victory of sorts," said Purity quietly. "They didn't die for nothing."
"They died," said Hezekiah. "Their accusers were ostracized until they moved away, but they're still alive, aren't they? The witchers lost a lot of prestige, but they're still in the witch business, aren't they? That feels like dying for nothing to me."
"It's a different trial," said Verily. "And a different judge."
"He's an honorable man, bound by law," said Hezekiah. "Don't think he isn't."
"Honorable men aren't bound by bad laws," said Verily.
Alvin laughed, a little nastily. "If that's so, how you going to tell the honorable ones from the dishonorable? Who's bound by law at all, since every law is