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“The husband of Margaret Jones! The Devil’s hand! The witch hanged two weeks past!!”
“Get him off the ship! He, too, must serve Satan!” “Off! Off! He must be thrown overboard to save us from evil!”
“Look how he denies it!”
“Not ever.”
“I am the witch’s husband.”
I know that’s right. Claim your woman
She had said it was because they had been made for each other, intended from the time they ceased to be stars and took their first breaths in the world of the living.
And there, in his hands, leather bound and written in a dancing scrawl, was proof of this truth, this love like purest truth. His treasure, his 12other half, his life full when it had been incomplete before her, her and everything that she brought: the wisdom, the pleasure, the comfort, the challenge, and now this, the utter loss like falling from a great height and never, never finding the ground.
What if the book contained something, some awful revelation, that would shatter what had been so very good? Did this benign, leather-bound missive actually hold some darkness, some evil, so much so that it had the power to tip a loaded vessel in the harbor? His heart raced. Was this the proof that his Maggie had, indeed, entertained Satan? Did it contain some sinister knowledge, cunning spells? Could this book be the undoing of all he held most dear?
“It is best not to lie. For every lie you tell you shall have to tell three more to cover for it, and three for each of those, and soon enough you’ll be trapped in your own web of lies times three.”
“The day you sold that tincture to mad Lady Wembly to help rid her melancholy was the day your time in London was up.”
There’s naught but trouble when common folk mix with aristocracy. Why should a lady of the peerage take the blame for her own murderous ways when she can simply lay the blame upon a common apothecary?”
The men in power could not abide by a woman speaking her mind and gaining the admiration of others. And so she had been charged with blasphemy and banished to the wilds.
But when people cannot understand something, when they can’t make sense of a thing, they always become fearful. People fear what they do not understand, you see?”
Men are governed by their whims and passions far more than us women, yet they ascribe such traits to us. It is the purest form of hypocrisy there is. It has existed since the dawn of our time. Think of Adam and Eve. Oh aye, the Devil tempted Eve with knowledge, and she thought to better herself. And so she took the bait, and then Adam grew curious and envious and wanted a piece of it all. Just like a selfish child. But go ahead and tell me again how man is governed by his mind and woman by her heart. They have lied to us from the beginning.
