Chapter ONE - Weebly

The merchant gazed out into the night. “Do you
support them?” he asked. “These agitators?”
In recent days, Ethan had heard arguments on both
sides of this issue. There was nowhere a man could go
in the city without overhearing discussions of Grenville’s
Stamp Act. Like much of Boston, all the people he
knew were beginning to align themselves according to
whether they supported or opposed Parliament’s latest
attempt to raise revenue. Corbett had made his position
clear, and Ethan thought it best to give the safest
response he could, even if it didn’t exactly answer the
man’s question.
“I’m a subject of the British Crown, sir,” he said. “I
recognize the authority of Parliament in all matters
pertaining to the colonies.”
Corbett nodded. “That’s most wise of you. This sort
of villainy and licentiousness will be the ruin of Britain.”
“Yes, sir,” Ethan said. “Good night.”
“And to you, Mister Kaille.”
Ethan stepped out of the house, followed the path
back to Long Lane, and turned northward. As he
walked, he wondered if Corbett and his acquaintances