Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan had thought, for at last Bett said, with some
reluctance, “He told Mister Troutbeck the same thing.”
“Then perhaps you should believe him,” Ethan told
her, masking his relief.
“Still, he shouldn’t have left her side.”
“Perhaps,” Ethan said wearily. “I hope you’ll be
kind enough to speak with Tr—with Mister Troutbeck
on his behalf. Feel free to blame me. That should come
naturally.”
Her expression soured, but when she spoke again,
her tone had softened. “You might also wish to consider
the danger to yourself. I felt your spell, Ethan, and so
did anyone else who … comes from a family like ours.
Even if you don’t respect this church you should be
fearful enough for your own life to keep your blade in its
sheath and your blood in your veins.”
“Unless you believe that Mister Caner and Mister
Troutbeck are conjurers, I really don’t think I have
much to fear on that account. Anyone saying that he felt
my spell would be declaring himself a conjurer as well.”
Bett frowned. Clearly this hadn’t occurred to her.
She had spent too many years pretending that she