Chapter ONE - Weebly

encounter.
“Are you worried about him?” Kannice asked.
“This is Diver we’re talking about. I’m always
worried about him. But I’m sure it’s nothing.”
She went back to the kitchen, and Ethan finished his
ale and bowl of stew. Kelf brought him seconds of
both, and Ethan finished these as well, sopping up the
last of the stew with an end of fresh bread.
As he ate, he considered what Ebenezer
Mackintosh might gain by committing these murders
and making enemies of men on both sides of the Stamp
Act conflict. So many believed that Mackintosh was
guilty; perhaps it was time that Ethan spoke with the
Commander of the South End, not only to hear what
Mackintosh might say in his own defense, but also to
see if he could determine whether the man was a
conjurer. He was still pondering this sometime later
when Kannice joined him at his table.
“Feeling better?” she asked.
“I am, thank you.”
She stared at her hands. “Are you going to stay?”
“I’d like to,” he said. “But I shouldn’t. Not while this