looked up to see a crowd in front of the prison entrance.
Theyâve come to share my joy, he realized.
Their faces were hidden from him, hidden by dark hats and hoods. But he knew they were his neighbors, his friends, grateful for the reversal of the unjust verdict, grateful for the Goodesâ change of fortune.
As he approached them his knees felt weak, his legs trembly. He forced himself to take a deep breath and hold it. He could hear their murmuring voices as they huddled near the prison doorway.
This is the happiest day of my life, he thought.
And then the door swung open. An officer appeared.
Another officer stepped out in front of the murmuring crowd.
Susannah came next, her head lowered as she walked through the doorway. Martha Goode followed close behind, her shadow blue against the hard gray ground.
âSusannah! Martha!â William called, pushing eagerly through the crowd of well-wishers.
They both raised their eyes and searched for him.
âHere I am! Martha! Over here! Susannah!â William called happily. He stepped to the front of the group of onlookers, breathing hard, his face red, his vision already blurred by happy tears.
âMartha! Susannah!â
He watched for them to be released.
But to his surprise, their hands were tied behind their backs.
William gasped as one of the officers turned and shoved Martha from behind, pushing her hard, causing her to stumble forward.
âMartha!â William cried.
She saw him finally and called out to him, a mournful expression on her face.
âDo not worry!â he called. âThey are releasing you now!â
âFather!â Susannah cried shrilly, her face also twisted in anguish. âHelp us, Father!â
âDo not worryââ William started. But his voice caught in his throat as he saw the officers force his wife and daughter toward the low mounds of straw.
âFatherâ!â Susannah pleaded.
âWilliam! William! Help us!â Martha cried.
âWait!â William shouted.
Someone tried to restrain him. âIt is all in the hands of the Maker,â he heard someone mutter. âLet us pray for their souls.â
âNo!â William screamed. He pulled away, jerkedhimself free, and began running toward them. âStop! Stop!â
To Williamâs horror, Susannah and Martha had already been marched to the straw piles and were being tied to tall wooden stakes.
âNooooo!â Williamâs scream of protest raged in the evening air like the howl of a desperate animal.
His vision blurred by angry tears, he burst forward, howling his rage, a frantic wail of protest. He stopped short when he saw Benjamin Fier at the edge of the crowd, overseeing the proceedings, hands on the sides of his long black cloak, his face hidden in the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat.
âBenjaminâ!â William screamed, grabbing the magistrate from behind by the shoulders. âBenjaminâyou must stop this now! Free them! Your brother promised meâ!â
With a desperate sigh William spun him around by the shoulders ⦠and gazed into an unexpected face.
âGiles!â William croaked, his voice a shocked whisper. âGiles Roberts!â
âWilliam, please let go of me,â the deputy magistrate said softly.
âGiles? But ⦠but â¦â William stammered breathlessly, too astonished to think clearly.
Susannah and Martha were now tightly secured to the stakes. The two officers were moving forward with lighted torches.
âStop them, Giles!â William demanded. âStop them at once. Where is Benjamin? Where is Benjamin Fier? I must speak to him before ⦠before â¦â
Giles Roberts took a step back, freeing himself from Williamâs grip.
âWilliam, have you not heard?â he asked, staring into Williamâs tear-filled eyes. âBenjamin and his brother, Matthew, fled the village before dawn this
Theyâve come to share my joy, he realized.
Their faces were hidden from him, hidden by dark hats and hoods. But he knew they were his neighbors, his friends, grateful for the reversal of the unjust verdict, grateful for the Goodesâ change of fortune.
As he approached them his knees felt weak, his legs trembly. He forced himself to take a deep breath and hold it. He could hear their murmuring voices as they huddled near the prison doorway.
This is the happiest day of my life, he thought.
And then the door swung open. An officer appeared.
Another officer stepped out in front of the murmuring crowd.
Susannah came next, her head lowered as she walked through the doorway. Martha Goode followed close behind, her shadow blue against the hard gray ground.
âSusannah! Martha!â William called, pushing eagerly through the crowd of well-wishers.
They both raised their eyes and searched for him.
âHere I am! Martha! Over here! Susannah!â William called happily. He stepped to the front of the group of onlookers, breathing hard, his face red, his vision already blurred by happy tears.
âMartha! Susannah!â
He watched for them to be released.
But to his surprise, their hands were tied behind their backs.
William gasped as one of the officers turned and shoved Martha from behind, pushing her hard, causing her to stumble forward.
âMartha!â William cried.
She saw him finally and called out to him, a mournful expression on her face.
âDo not worry!â he called. âThey are releasing you now!â
âFather!â Susannah cried shrilly, her face also twisted in anguish. âHelp us, Father!â
âDo not worryââ William started. But his voice caught in his throat as he saw the officers force his wife and daughter toward the low mounds of straw.
âFatherâ!â Susannah pleaded.
âWilliam! William! Help us!â Martha cried.
âWait!â William shouted.
Someone tried to restrain him. âIt is all in the hands of the Maker,â he heard someone mutter. âLet us pray for their souls.â
âNo!â William screamed. He pulled away, jerkedhimself free, and began running toward them. âStop! Stop!â
To Williamâs horror, Susannah and Martha had already been marched to the straw piles and were being tied to tall wooden stakes.
âNooooo!â Williamâs scream of protest raged in the evening air like the howl of a desperate animal.
His vision blurred by angry tears, he burst forward, howling his rage, a frantic wail of protest. He stopped short when he saw Benjamin Fier at the edge of the crowd, overseeing the proceedings, hands on the sides of his long black cloak, his face hidden in the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat.
âBenjaminâ!â William screamed, grabbing the magistrate from behind by the shoulders. âBenjaminâyou must stop this now! Free them! Your brother promised meâ!â
With a desperate sigh William spun him around by the shoulders ⦠and gazed into an unexpected face.
âGiles!â William croaked, his voice a shocked whisper. âGiles Roberts!â
âWilliam, please let go of me,â the deputy magistrate said softly.
âGiles? But ⦠but â¦â William stammered breathlessly, too astonished to think clearly.
Susannah and Martha were now tightly secured to the stakes. The two officers were moving forward with lighted torches.
âStop them, Giles!â William demanded. âStop them at once. Where is Benjamin? Where is Benjamin Fier? I must speak to him before ⦠before â¦â
Giles Roberts took a step back, freeing himself from Williamâs grip.
âWilliam, have you not heard?â he asked, staring into Williamâs tear-filled eyes. âBenjamin and his brother, Matthew, fled the village before dawn this
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