Chapter ONE - Weebly

Again the minister stared at him; he looked
thoroughly unnerved. Which did he fear more: Ethan, or
his own ignorance in matters relating to “witchery”?
“What is it you want me to do?” Caner finally
asked, surrender in his voice.
“Well, you can start by promising that you won’t
have me hanged.”
Caner waved a meaty hand, either dismissing the
notion, or accepting it without argument, Ethan wasn’t
sure which. “What else?” the rector asked.
Ethan started to answer, but then stopped, the
memory coming to him at last. It hadn’t been his
imagination; there had been something. “I need to
borrow Mister Pell,” he said.
Caner narrowed his eyes. “What for?”
“Yes,” Pell said, his eyes wide with surprise. “What
for?”
Ethan grinned at his friend. “I need to watch two
people, and I’m but one man. I told you before that you
might make a fine thieftaker. If Mister Caner will grant
his permission, we can put that notion to a test.”
Caner scowled at them both. Pell fairly beamed.