Chapter ONE - Weebly

But that hadn’t stopped men like Cotton Mather from
railing at magicking in their sermons, and it didn’t stop
the present crop of ministers and vicars from doing the
same.
And of all the churches in Boston, there was none
that he avoided so assiduously as he did King’s Chapel.
That was how Bett, the older of his two sisters, and a
member of the chapel’s congregation, wanted it.
Usually, he was more than happy to honor her wishes.
Today he had no choice but to ignore them.
He entered the churchyard through the gate on
Treamount, ascended a low set of steps to a pair of
heavy oak doors, and entered the chapel. The building
was far more attractive within than it was from the
street. Pairs of columns with ornate carvings at their
tops supported a high ceiling with shallow vaulting. Two
stories of windows allowed sunlight to flood the main
sanctuary. Boxed pews lined the central aisle, which led
to a rounded chancel beyond the altar at the far end of
the church. The walls and ceilings had been painted
ivory, the columns darker shades of tan and brown, and
the pulpit and gallery fronts pale pink; the pews were