harnessed to it.
âAt Wheelerâs Livery,â Rees said, turning back to the church.
âIâll tell David where youâve gone.â Potter managed a lopsided smile. âHe probably doesnât know what happened. He was at the far end, with the livestockâ¦â
Rees nodded sharply and hurried inside. Although very pale, Lydia had sat up again and opened her eyes. Father Stephen was walking rapidly down the aisle with a beaker of water.
âIâm fine,â she said when he glanced at her.
âIâll fetch your wagon for you,â Potter said from the door. âDonât worry. Just take Lydia home. Iâll tell David to follow you.â
âVery well,â Rees said. He joined his wife on the bench, eyeing her in alarm. Blood had run down the left side of her face and onto the white skin of her shoulder, revealed by her torn dress. Lydia forced a smile.
âI fear my gown is ruined. Iâll soak it in cold water at home, but I expect the stains will have dried and set by the time we reach the farm.â
âDonât worry about that now,â Rees said. âWhat happened?â He leaned forward to examine the cut. It was so long it would probably leave a scar when it healed. And every time he looked at it, he would remember where that scar came from. âWho tore your dress?â
âI have such a headache,â she said. âOh, I didnât really see them. I heard shouting and suddenly there were eggs flying all about me. Then the stonesâ¦â She gulped. âThe man in the stall next to me ran over and pulled me down, under the table, else I should have been more badly hurt. I donât know what happened next. I heard Caldwellâs voice shouting and someone discharged a gun.â
âWhat were they shouting?â Rees asked.
âOh, just general epithets.â She did not want to answer and her eyes shifted away from him.
âLydia, Lydia Jane,â Rees said, shaking her gently. âDonât lie to me.â
âWitch,â she said. âThey called me a witch.â Tears filled her eyes. âSomeone shouted, âWhereâs your broom? Have you killed any babies today?â The man who tore my dressâhe said he was looking for a witchâs mark. And then, when they started throwing rocks, I heard someone say, âThou shall not suffer a witch to live.ââ She frowned and put her fingers on the handkerchief-covered wound. âHe sounded older though. And more serious.â
âFarley,â Rees muttered.
âHe accused you of murder,â Lydia said, holding her torn dress closed as she sat up. âI heard him. He said you killed Zadoc Ward.â Rees blew out a breath. So Wardâs murder, and the implications against Rees, were connected to the accusations against Lydia. Who was doing this?
âWhy would I kill Ward? My fights with him were trivial.â Although his voice was shaking, he tried to sound nonchalant. He didnât want to frighten Lydia any further.
âMr. Farley accused you of killingâor rather sacrificingâWard for some foul rite.â
âFarley is nothing but a superstitious lout,â Rees said, trying to smile at his wife.
âMaybe so,â Lydia said, looking at her husband anxiously. âBut now his death and the accusations against me are connected.â
âThis is directed at me,â Rees said. He paused, thinking. âWard and Farley were not friends soâ¦â He stopped. Farley was using Wardâs murder to go after Rees and his wife. He needed to solve Wardâs murder and find the architect of these attacks.
âI thought this wasâI donât knowânot serious. Just a pattern of the general distrust directed at the Shakers and Mother Ann Lee. But it is much more dangerous than I thought. Iâ¦â She swallowed convulsively, tears welling in her eyes.
âMrs. Lee and her
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