“But I give you my word,” said Alvin.

“Forgive us, sir,” said Peaseman. “If you're acquitted, you'll have my apology. But we have to wonder if the accusation be true, and if it be, then bound is safer for all, don't you think?”

In answer, Alvin held his hands forward, offering to be bound. Peaseman was not to be tricked, however, and tied Alvin's hands behind his back.

“That's not a good rope,” said Alvin.

“It's a good one I bet,” said Peaseman.

“No, it won't hold a knot,” said Alvin. “Look.” He shook his hands lightly and the knot slipped right off the rope.

Peaseman looked dumbly at the rope, which now dangled limp from his hand. “That was a good knot.”

“A good knot on a bad rope is no better than a bad knot,” said Alvin. “I think it was old Ben Franklin what said that first. In Poor Richard.”

Peaseman's face went a little darker. “You'll do us the favor of not quoting that wizard's words.”

“He wasn't no wizard,” said Alvin. “He was a patriot. And even if he were as wicked as… as the pope, the words are still true.”

“Hold still,” said Peaseman. He tied the knot again, tighter, and then redoubled it.

“I'll try to hold my hands still so it don't slip off,” said Alvin.

“He's toying with you,” said Purity. “Don't you see this is his hidden power? Don't you know the devil when you see him?”

Peaseman glared at her. “I see a man and a rope that don't hold a knot. Who ever heard of the devil giving a man the power to untie knots? If that were so, how would ever a witch be hung?”

“He's mocking you,” Purity insisted.

“Miss, I don't know how I offended you,” said Alvin. “But it's a hard enough thing for a traveler to be named for a witch, without being accused of causing everything that happens. If one of these men loses his footing and falls into the river, will that be my doing? If someone's cow sickens somewhere in the neighborhood, will it be blamed on me?”

“You hear his curses?” said Purity. “You'd best all look to your cattle, and step careful all the way home.”

The men looked from one to another. The rope slipped off Alvin's hands and fell onto the ground. Peaseman picked it up; the knot had already loosened visibly.

“I give you my word not to flee,” said Alvin. “How would I get away from so many men even if I had a mind to? Running would do me no good.”

“Then why did your companions flee?” demanded Purity.

Alvin looked at the men with consternation. “I got no one with me, I hope you can all see that.”

Purity grew angry. “You had them, four of them, three men and a half-Black boy who you saved from slavery by changing his nature, and another one a French painter who's a papist pretending to be mute, and a riverman who tried to kill you and you used your powers to take a tattooed hex right off his skin, and the last was an English barrister.”

“Excuse me, miss, but don't that sound more like a dream than an actual group of folks what might be traveling together? How often do you see barristers from England with country boys like me?”

“You killed a man with your knack! Don't deny it!” cried Purity, furious, near tears at his obvious lies.

Alvin looked stricken. “Is it murder I'm charged with now?” He looked at the men again, showing fear now. “Who am I supposed to have killed? I hope I'll have a fair trial, and you have some witnesses if I'm to stand for murder.”

“No one's been murdered here,” said Peaseman. “Miss Purity, I'll thank you to keep silent now and let the law take this man.”

“But he's lying, can't you see?” she said.

“The court can decide the truth.”

“What about the plow? The Black boy told how this man made a golden plow that he carries with him always, but doesn't show to anyone, because it's alive and his very companions saw it move of itself. If that's not proof of Satanic power, what is?”

Peaseman sighed. “Sir, do you have a plow like the one she describes?”

“You can search my sack,” Alvin answered. “In fact, I'd take it kindly if someone would carry it along, as it has my hammer and tongs, which is to say it holds my livelihood as a journeyman smith. It's yonder on the far side of the fallen maple.”

One of the men went and hefted the bag.

“Open it!” cried Purity. “That's the one the plow was in.”

“Ain't no plow in that sack, gold or iron or bronze or tin,” said Alvin.

“He's right,” said the man with the sack. “Just hammer and tongs. And a loaf of dry bread.”

“Takes an hour of soaking before it can be et,” said Alvin. “Sometimes I think my tongs might soften up faster than that old hardtack.”

The men laughed a little.

“And so the devil deceives you bit by bit,” said Purity.

“Let's have no more of that talk,” said Peaseman. “We know you accuse him, so there's no need to belabor it. There's no plow in his sack and if he walks along peaceful, there's no need to tie him.”

“And thus he leadeth them carefully down to hell,” said Purity.

Peaseman showed wrath for the first time, walking boldly to her and looking down at her from his looming height. “I say enough talk from you, miss, while we lead the prisoner back to Cambridge. Not one of us likes to hear you saying we are deceived by Satan.”

Purity wanted to open her mouth and berate all the men for letting this slick-talking “country bumpkin” win them over despite her having named him for a servant of hell. But she finally realized that she could not possibly persuade them, for Alvin would simply continue to act innocent and calm, making her look crazier and crazier the angrier she got.

“I'll stay and search for the plow,” she said.

“No, miss, I'd be glad if you'd come along with us now,” said Peaseman.

“Someone needs to look for it,” she said. “His confederates are no doubt skulking nearby, waiting to retrieve it.”

“All the more reason that I won't let you stay behind alone,” said Peaseman. “Come along now, miss. I speak by the authority of the village now, and not just by courteous request.”

This had an ominous ring to it. “Are you arresting me?” she asked, incredulous.

Peaseman rolled his eyes. “Miss, all I'm doing is asking you to let me do my work in the manner the law says I should. By law and common sense I can't leave you here exposed to danger, and with a prisoner who can't be tied I need to keep these men with me.” Peaseman looked to two of his men. “Give the young lady your arms, gentlemen.”

With exaggerated courtesy, two of the men held their arms to her. Purity realized that she had little choice now. “I'll walk of myself, please, and I'll hold my tongue.”

Peaseman shook his head. “That was what I asked many minutes and several long speeches ago. Now I ask you to take their arms and argue no further, or the next step will not be so liberal.”

She hooked her hands through the crooks of their elbows and miserably walked along in silence, while Alvin talked cheerily about the weather, walking freely ahead of her on the path. The men laughed several times at his wit and his stories, and with every step she tasted the bitterness of gall. Am I the only one who knows the devil wears a friendly face? Am I the only one who sees through this witch?