“And how would you know they was wrong,” said Arthur, “lessen you thought you had a scope on God's will!” He sounded triumphant, as if he had at last landed a blow on the body of Alvin's argument.

“Cause it works out so bad,” said Alvin. “Look at this place. New England's got everything going for it. Good people, trying to serve God as best they can. And they do, mostly. But they figured that God wanted them to kill everybody as used a knack, even though they never found out how to tell if knacks came from God or the devil. They just called all knacks witchcraft and went off killing folks in the name of God. So even if they got all the rest of God's will just right, look what they done to Miss Purity here. Killed her folks and got her brought up in an orphanage. It don't take a scope on God's will to know New England ain't got it figured out yet.”

“You sound like professors arguing over an obscure point of Latin grammar, when the passage itself is a forgery,” said Purity. “Whether I was led to you by God or nature or Satan himself, it doesn't change my answer. I have no business with you. It's here that my destiny lies. Whatever I am and whatever happens to me, my story begins and ends with the… with New England.”

“With the courts of New England,” said Verily.

“So you say,” said Purity.

“With the gallows of New England,” Verily insisted.

“If God wills,” said Purity.

“No,” said Verily, “you'll meet the gallows only if you will it.”

“On the contrary,” said Purity. “Meeting you has been the most important lesson of my life. Until I met you, until I heard your story, I was sure my parents could not really have been witches and therefore a great injustice was committed. I didn't really believe that witches existed. But I have seen now that they do. You have powers far greater than God meant anyone but a prophet or apostle to have, Mr. Smith, and you have no qualms about using them. You are going about gathering disciples and planning to build a city. You are Nimrod, the mighty hunter against the Lord, and the city you mean to build is Babel. You want it to lift mankind above the flood and take men into heaven, where they will be as God, knowing all things. You are a servant of the devil, your powers are witchery, your plans are anathema, your beliefs are heresy, and if my parents were one-tenth as wicked as you, they deserved to die!”

They all stared at her in silence. Arthur Stuart had tears streaking his cheeks.

Finally Alvin spoke to the others, not to her. “Best be on our way, boys,” he said. “Arthur, you run and tell Audubon to dry off and get dressed.”

“Yes, sir,” said Arthur quietly, and he was gone.

“Aren't you even going to argue with me?” asked Purity.

Alvin looked quizzically at her for a moment, then walked away toward where Mike Fink had gone to stand watch. Only Verily Cooper remained.

“So you admit that what I said is true,” said Purity.

Verily looked at her sadly. “What you said is false as hell,” said Verily. “Alvin Maker is the best man I know in all the world, and there's no trace of evil in him. He's not always right, but he's never wrong, if you understand what I'm saying.”

“That is just what I'd expect a demon to say of his master the devil.”

“There,” said Verily. “What you just said. That's why we're giving up on you.”

“Because I dare to name the truth?”

“Because you've latched on to a story that can capture everything we say and do and turn it into a lie.”

“Why would I do that?” asked Purity.

“Because if you don't believe these stupid lies about us, then you have to admit that they were wrong to kill your parents, and then you'd have to hate them, and they're the only people that you know. You'd be a woman without a country, and since you're already a woman without a family, you can't let go of them.”

“See how the devil twists my love for my country and tries to turn it against me?” said Purity.

Verily sighed. “Miss Purity, I can only tell you this. Whatever you do in the next few hours and days, I expect you'll have plenty of chance to judge between Alvin Smith and the law of New England. Somewhere inside you there's a place where truth is truth and lies get shed like raindrops off oil. You look in that place and see which is acting like Christ.”

“Christ is just as well as merciful,” said Purity. “Only the wicked claim that Christ is only forgiving. The righteous remember that he denounced the unrepented sin, and declared the truth that everlasting fire awaited those who refused to choose righteousness.”

“He also had sharp words for hypocrites and fools, as I recall,” said Verily.

“Meaning that you think I'm a hypocrite?”

“On the contrary,” said Verily. “I think you're a fool.”

She slapped his face.

As if she hadn't touched him, he went on in a mild tone of voice. “You've been made foolish by the harm that's been done to you, and by the fact that the wickedness of this place is so small compared to its goodness. But that doesn't mean it isn't real, and hasn't poisoned you, and won't kill you in the end.”

“God dwells in New England,” said Purity.

“He visits here as he visits all places, and I dare say he finds much to be glad of in these farms and villages. A garden of the soul. But still aslither with snakes, like every other place.”

“If you plan to kill me,” said Purity, “you'd better do it quick, because I'm going now to denounce you and send them after you.”

“Then be off,” said Verily. “They'll either find us or they won't, depending on what Alvin decides. And if they do find us, keep this in mind: All he wants is for people to have a chance at happiness. Even you.”

“My happiness doesn't depend on a witch!”

“Does so,” said Verily. “But up to now, the witches it depended on were dead.”

Tears appeared in her eyes; her face reddened; she would have slapped him again except she remembered that it did no good. Instead she turned and ran from him into the woods, almost bumping into Alvin and Mike Fink, who were returning along the path. A moment later she was gone.

“I think you lost, Very,” said Alvin. “Or was that your plan?”

“She's not at her best,” said Verily. He looked from Mike to Arthur to Alvin. “Well, is it time for us to put on seven-league boots?”

Alvin grinned at him. “Wouldn't you rather we tied you to the mast as we sailed on past the siren?”

Verily was startled. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that I saw how you were looking at her. She struck something in you.”

“Of course she did,” said Verily. “She's been strangled by the need to hide her very considerable knack, and now she finds that her parents were killed for the same cause. She has to distinguish between herself and those who knowingly do witchcraft. She has to draw the line of virtue and stand on the right side of it without denying what she is and what she knows. I lived that life, except that my parents were fortunate enough to stay alive. I understand something of what she's going through.”

“Inconvenient time for her to come to her crisis of faith, don't you think?” said Alvin.

“Don't make more of this than it is,” said Verily. “As I told her, if she denounces us the authorities will either find us or not, depending on what you decide.”

Mike snorted. “That's an easy one.”

At that moment Arthur Stuart and a dripping, somewhat-dressed Audubon appeared. “She's gone,” Arthur Stuart said.

“That is good, the way I am dress,” said Audubon.

“She's gone to report us,” said Mike Fink, “and here we are jawing.”

“It's up to Alvin whether we run or wait,” said Verily. “She might not denounce us.”

“But then she might,” said Mike. “And if she does, let's not be here.” But Verily and Alvin were looking at each other, deciding some question that the others hadn't heard.