That had to be how her mother was seduced by the devil! Not understanding, not being warned, she fell into the trap. Perhaps it was Purity’s father who seduced her mother, just the way Verily Cooper had been calling to Purity on the riverbank today, evoking strange feelings and longings and whispering inside her mind that this was love. It had to be the devil making her think such thoughts. Married to a witch! Trapped just as her mother had been! Oh my Father which art in heaven, I thank thee for saving me! I am a sinner like all others, but oh, if thou hast chosen me to be among thy elect, I shall praise thy name forever!

She heard the hurried footsteps on the stairs. She closed the book and replaced it on the shelf. When the door opened, Reverend Study and the tithingmen found her sitting on a side chair, her eyes closed, her hands clasped in her lap, the classic pose of the soul who refused to be touched by the evils of the world.

Reverend Study declined to go with them to catch the witches. Well, too bad for him, Purity thought. Let others of stronger heart do what must be done.

Horses would do little good on the river road. One of the tithingmen, Ezekial Shoemaker, took a group of grim-looking men on horseback to try to block escape downriver, while the other, Hiram Peaseman, kept his men with Purity as they walked the path that the witches must have taken.

“Why are you so certain they went downriver?” asked Peaseman, a stern-looking man who, until now, had always made Purity somewhat afraid.

“They said they were bound for Boston no matter what I chose to do.”

“If they’re witches, why wouldn’t they lie to throw us off?”

“Because at the time,” she said, “they thought to persuade me to join them.”

“Still don’t mean they weren’t lying,” said Peaseman.

“They told many a lie, I assure you,” said Purity, “but they spoke the truth when they said they were bound for Boston.”

Peaseman fixed his icy gaze upon her. “How do you know that wasn’t a lie as well?”

For a moment Purity felt the old fear come over her. Had she revealed her hidden power?

And then her new confidence returned. It wasn’t a hidden power. “I’m very observant,” she said. “When people lie, they show it by little things.”

“And you’re never wrong?” asked Peaseman.

They had stopped walking now, and the other men were also gathered around her.

She shook her head.

“Only God is perfect, miss,” said one of the other men.

“Of course you’re right,” said Purity. “And it would be pride in me to say I was never wrong. What I meant was that if I’ve been wrong I didn’t know it.”

“So they might have lied,” said Peaseman, “only they did a better job than others.”

Purity grew impatient. “Are you really going to stand here, letting the witches get away, all because you don’t know whether to believe me or not about which way they were going to walk? If you don’t believe me, then you might as well doubt everything I said and go back home!”