“And you can work no magic on them, then?” persisted Carteret.
“Not so much as would cause a papoose to cry out.”
I thought the commander looked disappointed, forgetting his fear of my witch powers in his desire to see them worked on the savages.
“Well, you may consider that you are on parole,” he went on after a pause.
“And you will see, will you not, Captain Carteret, that he is sent back to Governor Phips?” asked Simon. “For that was the last wish of Sir George.”
“Tut, tut, Simon,” said Carteret, “the matter is out of your hands now, though you did your part, and kept your oath as you should. Captain Amherst is my prisoner on parole, and I will consider what further to do, when we have more time, and a greater security in which to discuss it.”
“But I have somewhat to say now, if it please you, Captain Carteret,” I broke in, at the same time stepping forward. Lucille kept near me. “It will not be much.”
“Well?”
“Since it seems that Simon has this warrant against me,” I began, “I will tell you that in Salem town, whence I came I was arrested as a witch about a month back.”
Carteret started as though to leave the room.