Children of Salem

Chapter Fourteen

Twenty minutes passed and Jeremiah climbed from the boulder he’d been sitting on, his horse grazing nearby. She’s not coming, he told himself, going for the horse. He took reins in hand, angry with himself for going to see her when he did—worst possible timing. Should never have barged in that way. It’d been the absolute worst demonstration of bad taste and behavior on his part, putting her on the spot that way. He realized it now and he kicked at the earth to release some of the anger he felt at himself.

Surrounded as she was by family, many of whom no doubt had made her feel ill-at-ease all these years for having fallen in love with the wrong man, and worse, holding on to a false hope that the miscreant might return. A fellow whose history had been sordid at best.

How could she be herself? How could I’ve been so foolish to think it possible with all the naysayers within shouting distance? What bloody chance did we have given my long absence? What kind of fool am I to ride up like that?

He likewise wondered how often had Serena denied any thought of him, denied any love loss over him? How much she surely must’ve worked to repudiate him and disallow any passion for Jeremy? What choice had she but to run him off at the end of a scattergun?

He was about to lift onto his horse, one foot in the stirrup, when a rustle of brush sounded behind him. He turned to see Serena had ridden out to find him. No doubt to have it out with him, this time verbally. He wondered if the blunderbuss might not be preferable.

“God, you’re beautiful!” he cried out to her as she approached on a Roan. She looked quite the equestrian, handling the mare expertly.

She said nothing, slid from her horse, and rushed at him. She threw her arms around him and held firm. “I loved you!” she said in her ear. “I so loved you, and now you’ve come back, and I hate you!” She roughly pushed him away.

He was taken aback, unsure what to say. He reached out, surprised she didn’t back off. He then wrapped his arms about her, saying nothing for a long time. “I have never stopped loving you.”

She again pushed him away as if he carried some horrid disease. “What sort of lie is that?” She lashed out at him, slapping him hard across the face. “Ten years, Jere—oh, my Jere! Ten long years my heart has been imprisoned.”

“What had I to offer you, Serena? I had nothing. I was no one!”

“You were my love!” She began to openly cry, cursing herself for a fool, swiping at her nose with a kerchief and walking in a tight little circle until she settled on staring out at the boulders in the river. “I never asked for more from you than your love.”

“But Salem did.”

“Salem, to hell with Salem! I’d’ve gone with you, Jere!”

“I couldn’t’ve taken you into the wilderness.”

“What wilderness?”

“Maine.”

“I see, so it’s been Maine all this time?”

“I joined the military.”

“Really?”

“Fought in battles against the heathens.”

“How exciting for you.” Her tone of sarcasm wasn’t wasted on him.

“And-And I began to study.”

“For the ministry, I see.”

“Can you keep my secrets?”

She looked queerly at him. “I don’t know. What secrets?”

“I’ve a confession but it must not go beyond us—not even to those in your family, including your mother.” Jeremy knew that a special bond existed between Serena and Rebecca.

“Confession?” she asked.

“Promise?”

“All right, promise.”

“I am no minister.”

“Not yet, but you’re in Parris’ apprenticeship.”

“I am and I am not.” They began circling one another.

“What is this? A riddle?”

“All a ruse, I assure you.”

“A ruse?” She looked him up and down. “You’re staying in Parris’ house, going about the village with him on house calls, studying for the ministry.”

“Nay, I said I went off to Maine to study.”

“Studying what in Maine, war?”

“People.”

“People?”

“And the law of the Commonwealth.”

“Law?”

“Correct. British law.”

Serena took in a long, deep breath. “Then your coming in from Boston as Mather’s man to be apprenticed to—”

“A hoax, but you mustn’t reveal it to anyone.”

“A hoax?”

“Pretense more like.”

“Pretense,” she repeated. “You are not studying for the cloth?”

“I hope to be a barrister one day.”

“A magistrate?”

“A lawyer. A magistrate one day, perhaps.”

“Are you then a-a spy of some sort then? A spy for Increase Mather?”

“Aye, and I still have work to do in the parsonage house.”

He could see that she was trying to understand this news. “They say you were sent from Boston by Reverend Mather.”

“That much is true.”

“Old Reverend Higginson’s likely on his deathbed, and yet he’s somehow got our concerns heard in Boston, is that it?”

“You know more of politics than I would’ve guessed.”

“Then I am right?”

“I was sent here to illuminate the situation for Boston authorities; to clarify the exact nature of the problem in the village parish.”

She stepped away, staring out over the river again. In a moment, she was leaning into the boulder where he’d earlier sat, hoping against hope. This had always been their special place.

“Well?” he began. “Say something.”

“You’re here to ridicule and—”

“Nooo, never.”

“—and shame the villagers—”

“I tell you no, Serena.”

“F-For what they did to you and your father and mother.”

“I’ve not come with spite or vengeance in my—”

“And who’s to blame you?”

“Serena, I came back for you!” He leaned into her and kissed her, passionately and long. She returned his kiss. When they broke away, she blinked and said, “One moment I’m threatening you with a gun, and the next I’m kissing you. Some people might call that enchantment.”

“I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve put you through.” Jeremy stoked her light-dappled blonde hair with a nervous hand, but she did not pull away. “And I wouldn’t blame you for a moment putting shrapnel in me, turning up like this. But Serena, you must have gotten my letter?”

“I did.” Her eyes had filled with tears.

“That’s good. I’d wondered.”

“I read you were coming, but how could I believe it?”

He held her gaze. “And why not?”

She nervously laughed. “After ten years? Besides, my brothers, particularly Ben, are capable of cruel pranks, and . . . well your script has changed so much.”

“It has?”

“I compared it to the note you’d left behind.”

“You’ve kept that note all these years?”

“I took the recent letter for a cruel hoax and burned it. Threw it in the hearth.”

“I see.”

“Afraid to believe it.”

He held her again, unsure what to say and choosing silence. The brook warbled over rocks nearby like a tune. Birds chirped and chased one another about the leaves.

“I beat Ben over the head with it first, thinking it was his stupid prank.”

“Poor Ben.”

“When he wouldn’t confess, I assumed it was someone with far worse intentions.”

“Who’d be so cruel?”

“Plenty here-’bouts’re capable of nastiness, trust me.”

“To be so cruel?”

“Of all people, you ought know how hateful some of our neighbors can be.”

“Yes, but to be evil toward you? Sweet Serena.”

“Some in the village hate anyone with the name Nurse.”

“Hate you?”

“Our entire family.”

“But you’re the finest of neighbors.”

“And the most successful, the most smiled upon, and the wealthiest.”

He nodded, understanding. “Aye, I’ve seen it before—that green-eyed beastie.”

“This goes deeper than mere jealousy, Jeremy. Far deeper. I no longer go into the village for the stares and the gossip.”

“Has it to do with Mr. Parris?”

“It’s old sores and wounds, to be sure, even before Mr. Parris’ tenure, but that vile man knows how to play it like a harp one day and a trump card the next.”

“Thanks to my brief time under his house, I’ve no doubt that’s true.”

“Mother took the measure of him on first meeting.”

“A shrewd woman, your mother. Always a good judge of character.”

“Took the rest of us some time to catch up to her assessment, sure. Even Father, and I can tell you, this rift in the parish over the parsonage and its proper handling and ownership. Well, it’s caused a rift in our family as well.”

“I imagine it has in all the families.”

“Oh, some’re quite together on giving Parris whatever he wants.”

“But you are not?”

“I’m not related to him.”

“And your mother’s assessment’s not changed in three years?”

“She’s of the same mind as Father and I. We’ll never agree to his ownership of the parsonage.”

“Must make for awkwardness on Sabbath days.”

“Not anymore.”

“No?”

“Not since we’ve taken to hearing the word from mother. She conducts prayer out of our home.”

“She’s always been a minister and a midwife.”

“And on her worst day, she does a much finer job of it than Parris on his best day.”

“I believe you. I’ve heard his sermons.”

“Then you know what poison he’s capable spreading from the pulpit.”

“He’s a man filled with venom, sure.”

“You’ve taken his measure then, and in short order. You always were a quick study.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Now you need to find new lodgings.”

“New lodgings?” he didn’t expect this.

“Do you have any idea the number of people he’s infected with his poison?”

“I should simply have come to you for information instead of going into the village that first night I arrived!”

“Yes, you most certainly should have. Now about getting out from under that roof.”

“I will in due time.”

“Nothing good can come of your being in that blaggard’s home.”

“I have no choice. Right now, it’s what I must do. A duty is a duty! Your father, my father before him taught me to honor my contracts.”

She studied his eyes, his every feature, and she saw the answer to her question before she asked it. “To curry favor with Increase Mather?”

“What better way to gain a valuable appointment? I spent four of the last ten years at Harvard College, studying law.”

“Law, religion, magistrate, minister, where is the difference in our colony?”

“I know they are entwined, Serena.”

“Like a two-headed snake coiled round itself.”

“Aptly put.” He realized she was his equal, that she had studied history, science, the law, Latin, theology, mathematics, and literature thanks to the Towne family’s large library. There’s much needs doing in the New World regarding legal issues, and I want to be on hand to disentangle the snake when the time comes.”

“With Increase Mather’s help? Not likely. Have you read the man’s writings?”

“Yes and yes, I have. Mather knows change must come.”

“Have you bothered to read any of his rulings then?”

“I know, I know . . . he’s a minister first, a judge second. But he is also aware of the inherent problem in a theocracy.”

“Government run by theologians serves us poorly. We shall be a miracle to survive in these colonies as is.”

Jeremy continued. “It’ll take generations, but change is coming, and since when did you become so interested in such issues?”

“Since I had ten years on my hands with little else to do but read.”

He took her in his arms again and a dark cloud that’d rolled in from nowhere covered them in deep shadow as their horses nibbled at one another’s heels.

Serena looked skyward, gauging the sudden change in weather. A wind picked up scattered leaves and the leavings of winter snow, blowing these about in whirling dervish fashion. Ripples over the surface of the water had begun to create a pattern of restlessness. Serena and Jeremy watched the rippling, an effect that looked as if God were turning the water’s surface into a giant scaled fish.

“Poor Mother,” she groaned.

“What is it?” he asked.

“The change in weather, Jere, it means a death knell to her coming out party at the house.”

“A bit early in the year for outdoor picnics.”

“She’s so looked forward to it, and we’d already put if off a week.”

“Off? A week?” He shook his head at this and tried a lie. “I’m sure a bit of a breeze’ll not bother the heartiest of the revelers.”

“Perhaps the rain’ll hold till nightfall.” She continued to study the sky.

“Yes, quite possibly right.” The moment he said this, the cloud overhead burst with lightning, thunder, and a downpour of thick, pebble-hard rain pellets.

“Some farmer you’d make!” she shouted over the thunder, then laughed.

He joined her laughter as both horses whinnied their distress. They had to scurry to fetch the frightened horses. Once mounted, she raced off ahead of Jeremy in the direction away from her family home, and Jeremy raced after.