They shuffled their feet a little, some of them, and none spoke for a moment, until Peaseman closed his eyes and spoke what was on their minds. “If they be witches, miss, we fear they lay a trap for us, into which you lead us, all unwitting.”

“Have you no faith in the power of Christ to protect you?” asked Purity. “I have no fear of such as they. Satan promises terrible power to his minions, but then he betrays them every time. Follow me if you dare.” She strode forth boldly on the path, and soon heard their footsteps behind her. In moments they were all around her, then ahead of her, leading the way.

That’s why she was last to see why they were stopping not fifty rods along the river path. There sat Alvin Smith on a fallen tree, leaning up against a living one, his hands clasped behind his head. He grinned at her when she emerged from the crowd. “Why, Mistress Purity, you didn’t need to come and show me the road to Boston, or to trouble these men to help me on my way.”

“He’s the chief witch,” said Purity. “His name is Alvin Smith. His companions must be nearby.”

Alvin looked around. “Companions?” He looked back at her, seeming to be puzzled. “Are you seeing things?” He asked the men: “Does this girl see things what ain’t there?”

“Don’t be deceived,” said Purity. “They’re hereabouts.”

“Am I remembering aright, or did she just call me a witch a minute ago?” asked Alvin.

“She did, sir,” said Peaseman. “And as one of the tithingmen of Cambridge village, it’s my duty to invite you back to town for questioning.”

“I’ll answer any questions you have for me,” said Alvin. “But I don’t see why I should go back instead of furthering my journey.”

“I’m not the law, sir,” said Peaseman. “Not the judge anyway. I’m afraid we need to bring you one way or another.”

“Well, let’s choose the one way and not the other,” said Alvin. “On my own two feet, unbound, in free acceptance of your hospitable invitation.”

A faint smile touched Peaseman’s lips. “Yes, that’s the way we prefer, sir. But you’ll forgive us if we have to bind you so you can’t get away.”

“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.”