It’d been a calculated risk, but the idea was hatched when Jeremy had informed Serena of the accusations leveled at John Hale’s wife and at Phipps’ wife, which so reflected Serena’s own experience—feed the needy prisoners and you become a target. He’d closely watched Serena’s reaction, the depth of her confusion and anger and disbelief that Mrs. Hale of all people and that the kindness she had witnessed in Boston from Mrs. Phipps could be twisted so horribly.
After a brief discussion of the absurdity of Mrs. Hale’s having been accused, likening her to her own mother, Serena suggested, “Those damnable accusers have reached too far now. Their keepers gave them too much rope.”
“I doubt it,” Jeremy had disagreed. “We need to feed this accusation against Mrs. Phipps.”
“What? We need to feed it? This woman’s a saint, Jeremy!”
“Like your mother? Your aunts? You?”
“When I was among the prisoners as one of them, Mrs. Hale brought us bread and water and tea at the jail. Risked disease. Risked being stoned, she did!”
“Like Mrs. Phipps in Boston.” Jeremy agreed. “We must make hay of this.”
“How?”
“Leave that to me. Or rather Silas Smithington, Mrs. Smithington.”
“Right, Silas, but how?” she persisted.
They were staying at a boarding house, ostensibly on their way further west. He located his ink and quill. “By the power of the pen, and this time my words will be published.”
“Jeremy, yes, you know people in Boston—that fellow you worked for at the paper.”
Their eyes met. “Are you suggesting that we start our own bloody lie?”
“A lie to defeat their lies, yes—a foul one at that.”
“But suppose it backfires and Mrs. Phipps is actually arrested?”
“Mrs. Proctor was arrested, followed by her husband; Mrs. Corey arrested, followed by Giles Corey; Parkers the same. Mother and her sisters, and had my father not died, he’d’ve gone the way of Mother—to the gallows. And had you and John not freed me, well? If Mrs. Phipps is arrested, it follows that this do-nothing Governor would be facing arrest as well.”
“Then perhaps he might exert power in the right direction?”
“It’s a chance worth taking.”
Jeremy welcomed Serena’s help on fashioning Silas Smithington’s Reports from Salem. They worked on the details together in the silence of the small room they’d rented. They knew it would be months before any repercussions came of their bold news.
And now today they had received news of the bold edicts posted across Essex County and the Massachusetts Bay Colony that effectively put an end to the Court of Oyer & Terminer, the lesser courts, the accusation fever, and to Samuel Parris.
To celebrate, Jeremy took Serena to dine out and they shared a bottle of wine.
# # # # #
As slow as dripping water from a pump, news of the Governor’s having taken action, that he’d finally stepped in and halted the witch trials, filtered to Connecticut, reaching these outer settlements. Even so, both Jeremy and Serena had misgivings about trusting the news, despite their quiet celebration. Soon, however, the word about Phipps’stepping in had taken on more than the sound and feel of rumor.
All the same, for Serena in particular, the feelings of relief mixed with feelings of anger and loss. Like many, she rightfully wanted to know why had it taken so long? The first arrests had been Sarah Goode and Tituba Indian, and from this the arrest of a single third witch, Bridget Bishop, all this in late February and early March, followed by several more arrests in March, and now it was mid-October and the arrests had turned into countless deaths.
“My parents gone, my home desecrated and for all we know now in the hands of the state,” she complained to Jeremy as they packed to move on, going for the land deeded over to Jeremiah Wakely with the hope no warrant officer was waiting for him there. As to Reverend Cotton Maher, as in all things, he had remained out of sight, his head held low.
Jeremy imagined it would take years for Serena to forgive and forget and to move on. He had no words for her. Instead, he held her.
“Tell me about how Father’s burial went, Jeremy. Was the word read over him?”
“Tarbell and I said the Lord’s Prayer over him.” Jeremy didn’t tell her that they’d slurred their way through it, both having drank too much.
“That’s good,” she replied. “I miss them both so very much.”
Jeremy feared her heart might break. He held onto her while she sobbed. “I wrapped him in a shawl your mother often wore; he’d been clinging to it when he died according to John. The shawl still smelled of her.”
Serena only sobbed more at this news. “Thank you, Jeremy.”
“For what?”
“For too many kindnesses to count.”
“From all I could determine of John Tarbell and Joseph and Ben, your family intends to hold onto their land and continue on in Salem. They may have to petition the new court overseeing the redistributions, but they have a good case now. We can go back some time. See them.”
“You, perhaps! I want nothing more to do with the place.”
“I completely understand your bitterness, I do.”
“Do you think me unforgiving? If so, you will have to accept it in me, husband.”
“I accept you fully—as you are, Candlwick; I love you, always.”
“And I you.”
Epilogue
1702, Greenwich, Connecticut
Ten years later, Serena and Jeremiah are sitting down to evening meal when he opens the Connecticut Dispatch, a newspaper in Greenwich, where they have settled on the property deeded over to them by the high court of the colonies in 1692. Serena is raising and selling horses, and Jeremy is the local magistrate, having the respect of the community.
A letter arrives postmarked from Salem Village, the seal indicating NI—that of Nathaniel Ingersoll. The letter is put aside, unopened. Before long, the unopened communication is disturbing their meal. Finally, Serena shouts, “Jeremy Wakely, if you don’t open it, I will and now!”
“Any word from Ingersoll and Salem can wait on my meal; I want no indigestion.”
Serena realizes he wants no reliving of the events of Salem. Still she insists, “Open it, Jeremy. It may well be important.”
“The damn thing can wait till after dinner.”
They argue until she gets her way, and he opens it to learn a startling fact he is reluctant to share.
Serena, seeing the confused look on his handsome features, wrests the note from his hand. In Ingersoll’s tight little script, he writes:
April 4th 1702
Dear Jeremiah & Serena Wakely,
I thought you should know of this news. That this day, as an adult, Anne Putnam Junior stood unbidden by anyone before all Salem Village parishioners in the meeting house, and the spinster freely confessed to having lied during the entire witchcraft episode. Witchy thing that she is, she begged forgiveness from her fellow villagers. Oddly or perhaps not so oddly, forgiveness was granted Anne. No one else of the accusing girls ever made such a confession, save that time Susannah Sheldon had recanted her accusations against the Wilkinses—but this is the only such recanting after the fact. However, as you recall, during the height of the witch hunt, Mary Wolcott also at one time recanted her accusation in confession, but that she was bullied into recanting her confession at that time.
So I suppose young Miss Putnam did a brave thing in making confession that she wronged so many, and that twenty one died on her and the other girl’s lies—and of course, the behavior of we adults who stood by. I won’t discount that adults were in the thick of it as well.
By the way, Samuel Parris passed away peaceful and content in Sweringen, Ohio where he’d located his family and begun a new life, still preaching to the needy heathens there—his new congregation. We must trust that God has special plans for our Mr. Parris in the next life.
As for myself, I have much forgiveness to s
eek, and I do so each day here. I wish to apologize to you both for your terrible loses during those darks days. Had we all eyes to see more clearly then, had we purer hearts, the fire that took us over could not have been kindled.
Your friend in all sincerity,
Nathaniel Ingersoll
Jeremy came round and took Serena in his arms as she’d begun to sob with the memories of her mother’s last days, and how her father had died alone. Holding her tight and then tighter, Jeremy thought too of how his own mother and father had died in Salem so many years ago. He thought of the series of ministers whose families had died in that parish, and of how poor George Burroughs had ended his days. He thought of broken paths and crooked turns and gnarled branches, all the fingers of small streams and rivers that had brought him and Serena together here in Greenwich. Here in a life of peace with three children of their own to nourish and protect.
Together in the middle of the room, the lovers gently rocked into one another, until after a moment, they appeared as one.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robert W. Walker is the author of more than forty published novels, beginning with SUB-ZERO in 1979. He has millions of books in print. You can visit him at www.robertwalkerbooks.com.
BIBLIOGRAPHY
THE INSTINCT THRILLERS featuring FBI forensic pathologist Dr. Jessica Coran
Killer Instinct
Fatal Instinct
Primal Instinct
Pure Instinct
Darkest Instinct
Extreme Instinct
Blind Instinct
Bitter Instinct
Unnatural Instinct
Grave Instinct
Absolute Instinct
THE EDGE THRILLERS featuring Detective Lucas Stonecoat
Cold Edge
Double Edge
Cutting Edge
Final Edge
THE GRANT THRILLERS featuring Medical Examiner Dean Grant
Floaters
Scalpers
Front Burners
Dying Breath
THE RANSOM MYSTERIES featuring 19th century detective Alastair Ransom
City for Ransom
Shadows in the White City
City of the Absent
THE DECOY THRILLERS featuring Chicago cop Ryne Lanarck
Hunting Lure
Blood Seers
Wind Slayers
Hand-to-Hand
THE BLOODSCREAMS SERIES featuring archeologist Abraham Stroud
Vampire Dreams
Werewolf’s Grief
Zombie Eyes
HORROR NOVELS
Dr. O
Disembodied
Aftershock
Brain Stem
Abaddon
The Serpent Fire
Flesh Wars (the sequel to The Serpent Fire)
Children of Salem
THRILLER NOVELS
Sub-Zero
PSI: Blue
Deja Blue
Cuba Blue (with Lyn Polkabla)
Dead On
Thrice Told Tales (short stories)
YOUNG ADULT
Daniel Webster Jackson & the Wrong Way Railroad
Gideon Tell & the Siege of Vicksburg
NON FICTION
Dead On Writing – Thirty Years of Writerly Advice
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