Chapter ONE - Weebly

Darrow. But he nodded and reluctantly put away his
knife.
“That’s a good lad,” Darrow said. He glanced back
at Ethan, flashing a quick, amused smile, as if he and
Ethan had shared some great jest. For the moment, he
seemed to have forgotten that he wanted to check
Ethan’s shackles.
“Why d’ you have him chained up like tha’?” the
cordwainer asked. “You’d think he was strong as a
bear, with all that iron on him. An’ why wrap his
manacles?”
Darrow eyed Mackintosh for a moment. The blood
still flowed from Ethan’s finger, and he took this
opportunity to wipe it on the tree bark behind him,
watching Darrow the whole time.
“That’s a fine question,” the lawyer said, facing
Ethan again. “Can you think of a reason not to tell him?”
“Tell me wha’?” Mackintosh asked.
“That he’s a conjurer.”
The cordwainer’s brow furrowed. “A wha’?”
“What you and I would call a witch. He can cast
spells.”