John sat in the plush chair, almost lost in the cushions, for it had been designed for larger men than he. He closed his eyes and smiled. God had a role for him to play, after all.
Purity had no idea what Verily Cooper's plan was. All she knew was that Quill hated it, and if Quill hated it, she had to like it. Besides, she could see plainly that Verily Cooper had no ill intent toward her, nor Alvin, though he was in chains because of her. Still, it wasn't easy for her to sit beside these men that she had accused. If she had known when she made her charges where they would lead… She tried to explain this to them.
“We know that,” said Verily Cooper. “Don't think twice about it.”
“Where's the food?” said Alvin. “We only got a little while to eat.”
“I don't know why you're helping me,” said Purity.
“He's not,” said Alvin. “He's trying to change the world.”
“Alvin has trouble with authority,” said Verily. “He doesn't like it when somebody else is in charge.”
“I want somebody to be in charge of getting me something to eat. This table is starting to look mighty tasty.”
At that point the bailiff approached and asked them if they wanted to eat down in the jail, separately, or right there at the defense table, with a picnic lunch donated by several of the ladies of Cambridge, including his own wife.
“What extraordinary kindness,” said Verily.
The bailiff grinned. “My wife was on the commons yesterday. She thinks you're Galahad. Or Percival.”
“Will you thank her for me? For all of us?”
Soon the table was spread with bread, cheese, and summer fruit, and Alvin set to eating like a teenager. Purity had a much harder time working up an appetite, though once she had the taste of pears and cheese in her mouth, she found she was hungrier than she had thought.
“I don't know,” said Purity, “why you should ever forgive me.”
“Oh, we forgive you,” said Alvin. “We more than forgive you. Verily, here, he's downright obsessed with you.”
Verily only smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Alvin's feeling out of sorts,” he said. “He doesn't like jails.”
“Have you been in jail before?” asked Purity.
“He was acquitted of all charges,” said Verily. “Proving that I'm a clever lawyer.”
“Proving I was innocent,” said Alvin. “An advantage I don't have this time.”
Only now did Verily show annoyance. “If you think you're guilty, why did you plead innocent?” he said sharply.
“I'm not guilty of witchcraft,” said Alvin. “Under a 'strict reading' or whatever. But the things Mistress Purity said about me, well, you and I both know they're true.” As if to demonstrate it, he peeled the manacle from his right hand like it was made of clay.
Purity gasped. She had never seen such power. Even hearing Arthur Stuart's account on the riverbank, she had not realized how effortlessly Alvin worked his will with iron. No incantations, no sign of strain.
“Mistress Purity is startled,” said Verily.
“What do you think?” said Alvin. “Should I spread some iron on this bread and eat it?”
“Don't be a show-off,” said Verily.
Alvin leaned back in his chair and ate a thick slab of bread and cheese– a posture he could not have assumed while manacled. His mouth full, he talked anyway. “I reckon you needed to remember, Mistress Purity, that what you said about me was true. Don't you go blaming yourself for telling the truth.”
Purity found herself on the verge of tears. “The whole world's awry,” she said.
“True,” said Alvin, “but in different ways in different places. Which is what makes traveling worthwhile.”
“I know you only mean good for me, both of you. Though you're annoyed with each other. I don't know why.”
“Verily Cooper thinks he's in love with you,” said Alvin.
Purity didn't know what to say to that. Nor did Verily, who was blushing as he ate a slice of pear. He didn't contradict Alvin, though.
“Not that I don't approve of Verily falling in love,” said Alvin, “and my wife tells me you're a good girl, loyal and smart and patient and all the other virtues that a wife of Mr. Cooper has to have.”
“I didn't know that I had met your wife, sir,” said Purity.
“You haven't,” said Alvin. “Don't you remember what Arthur told you about her?”
“That she was a candle.”
“Torch,” said Alvin.
“We don't hear much about knackery here in New England. Except as it pertains to disposing of the bodies of downer animals.”
Verily laughed aloud. “I told you she had a sense of humor, Al.”
She allowed herself a small smile.
“Let's just say that Margaret thinks you're worth the trouble of my staying in jail a couple of nights,” said Alvin.
“You sustained me while we were running yesterday, didn't you?”
Alvin shrugged. “Who knows how tough you are? At some point, everybody gives in and says what the questioner wants to hear.”
“I'd like to think I could withstand torture as well as the next person,” said Purity.
“That's my point,” said Alvin. “Nobody can withstand it, if the questioner knows what he's doing. The body betrays us. Most people never find that out because they're never asked a question that matters. And those that are, most give the answer the questioner wants without a lick of torture. It's only the strong ones, the most stubborn ones as gets tortured.”
“Mr. Cooper,” said Purity, “I hope you don't think I'm giving any stock to Mr. Smith's jests about your feelings toward me.”
Verily smiled at her. “You don't know me, so I can hardly expect you to welcome such an idea.”
“On the contrary,” said Purity, “I know you very well. I saw you in court today, and on the commons, too. I know the kind of man you are.”
“You don't know he farts in his sleep,” said Alvin.
Purity looked at him, appalled. “Everyone does,” she answered, “but most people find no need to mention it during meals.”
Alvin grinned at her. “Just didn't want this to turn into a love feast. Not while my lawyer here is trying to burn down the barn to kill the fleas.”
Verily's face darkened. “It's not 'fleas' when innocent people die, and others become perjurers out of fear.”
“How much justice will be done when judges go striking down laws whenever some lawyer gives them half an excuse?”
“That's theory,” said Verily. “When the practice of the law leads to injustice, then the law must change.”
“That's what Parliament is for,” said Alvin. “And the assembly.”
“What politician would dare announce that he was in favor of witchcraft?”
The argument might have gone on, but at that moment the door of the courtroom opened and Hezekiah Study came in. He gave no greeting, but stalked down the aisle straight to a chair directly behind the defense table. He spoke only to Verily Cooper.