“You didn’t see what I saw, John,” said Hezekiah.

“No, don’t tell me. You need no excuse, my friend. You stood alone.”

“I couldn’t... I could not...”

John laid his hand over Hezekiah’s. “Thus we take a good breakfast and render it indigestible,” he said. “Come, now, there’s no blame attached to you.”

“Oh, but there is.”

“So you’re defending her, to make up for it?”

Hezekiah shook his head. “I’ve looked after her all her life. It’s my penance. To stay here, in obscurity. There’s blood on my hands. I won’t have more. The young lawyer who’s languishing in the jail, he’s the one. When you let him out, when he defends his friend, see if he doesn’t give you a way to resolve the whole matter. All I ask is that you not bring charges against the accuser.”

“This English barrister can do it, but not you?”

“I took a vow most solemnly before heaven.”

“And deprived the New England bar of an honest man. The bench as well. You should be in robes like mine, my friend.”

Hezekiah brusquely wiped the tears from his cheeks. “Thank you for seeing me, John. And for treating me as a friend.”

“Now and always, Hezekiah. Will I see you at the trial?”

“How could I bear that, John? No. God bless you, John. He brought you here, I know it. Yes, I know you think God is a watchmaker who installed an infinite spring—”

“A quotation I never said, though it’s much attributed to me—”

“I heard the words from your lips.”

“Stir your memory, and you’ll recall that I was quoting the line in order to refute it! I’m no deist, like Tom Jefferson. That’s his line. It’s the only God he’s willing to worship—one who has closed up shop and gone away so there’s no risk of Tom Jefferson being contradicted when he spouts his nonsense about the ‘rational man.’ Him and his wall of separation between church and state—such claptrap! Such a wall serves only those who want to keep God on the far side of it, so they can divide up the nation without interference.”

“I’m sorry to have brought your old nemesis into this.”

“You didn’t,” said John. “I did. Or rather, he did. You’d think that he’d stop getting under my skin, but it galls me that his little country is going to be part of the United States, and mine isn’t.”

“Isn’t yet,” said Hezekiah.

“Isn’t in my lifetime,” said John, “and I’m selfish enough to wish I could have lived to see it. The United States needs this Puritan society as a counter-influence to Tom Jefferson’s intolerantly secular one. Mark my words, when a government pretends that it is the highest judge of its own actions, the result is not freedom as Jefferson says, but chaos and oppression. When he shuts religion out of government, when men of faith are not listened to, then all that remains is venality, posturing, and ambition.”