Alvin leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.

"Have I put you to sleep, or are you thinking?" asked Verily.

Alvin didn't open his eyes when he answered. "I'm just thinking that I really don't know a blame thing about what I'm doing. White Murderer Harrison may have been the lowest man I ever knowed, but at least he could build a city in the wilderness."

"It's easy to build a city when you arrange the rules so that bad men can get rich without getting caught," said Verily. "You build such a place and greed will bring you your citizens, if you can stand to live with them."

"It ought to be possible to do the same for decent folks," said Alvin.

"It ought to be and is," said Verily. "It's been done, and you can learn from the way they did it."

"Who?" asked Mike Fink. "I never heard of such a town."

"A hundred towns at least," said Verily. "I'm speaking of New England, of course. Massachusetts most particularly. Founded by Puritans to be their Zion, a land of pure religion across the western ocean. All my life, growing up in England, I heard about how perfect New England was, how pure and godly, where there were neither rich nor poor, but all partakers of the heavenly gift, and where they were free of distraction from the world. They live in peace and equity, in the land most just of all that have ever existed on God's Earth."

Alvin shook his head. "Verily, if Arthur can't go to Camelot, it's a sure bet you and I can't go to New England."

"There's no slavery there," said Verily.

"You know what I mean," said Alvin. "They hang witches."

"I'm no witch," said Verily. "Nor are you."

"By their lights we are."

"Only if we do any hexery or use hidden powers," said Verily. "Surely we can restrain ourselves long enough to learn how they created such a large country free of strife and oppression, and filled with the love of God."