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that smile only fueled her fear. I do not understand you. Why do you risk your life for something
unknown that might happen someday?
Of all the people of my acquaintance, I should think you would be best able to understand the ap-peal
of liberty.
This is not liberty. It is madness.
Ethan put his hands on her shoulders. Katie, listen to me, he murmured. I do this because I believe
that there is a better way to live than at the whim of another, be he a king or a master, and I am willing to
risk my life to find it. I be-lieve that we can create something extraordinary, something that has never
been done before a country where people govern themselves. One where we decide who our leaders
will be, one where we can say what we feel and think what we please without fear of reprisal. One where
we are not at the mercy of those who know nothing about us.
She could not even conceive of such a thing. Survival was what mattered, not putting yourself in danger
for something as nebulous as an ideal. It all sounds very high-minded, very intellectual and noble, she
said, but you are not doing this for ideals. You are doing all this fighting against the crown because of
your father. You want revenge.
Ethan s mouth tightened, but, as always, he was cool, calm, and distant. That was true at first. But over
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the years, I have come to realize none of this is about me, or my petty grievances.
It is still insane. The odds are overwhelmingly against you. You cannot win.
Sometimes it is more important to pay attention to what is right than to the chance of winning. Be-sides,
as I told Chevain during my meeting with him, we don t have to win. We just have to make them so sick
of us they let us go, and that, Katie, is perfectly possible.
She could not win, either, it seemed. Go, then, she whispered, sick with fear. I can t stop you, and I
won t waste my breath trying.
He met her gaze straight on. So you see, I am in no position to offer you marriage, Katie, and I know
anything less would make you feel degraded.
Friendship would be perfectly acceptable to me. That was a lie, but friendship was better than nothing
for as long as it might last.
Friendship? God! He raked a hand through his hair, pulling it loose from its queue and paying no heed
when the wide black ribbon drifted to the floor. Don t you understand, Katie? I m trying to be a
gentleman, but I m not made of stone. Don t you realize that all evening I ve been fighting to keep myself
from touching you?
He drew a deep breath and stepped back from her before she could recover her surprise enough to
reply. I have given you exactly what you wanted. I sent Adam to Virginia to make the arrangements to
purchase your indenture. Once that is done, our bargain will be complete, and you will be free to leave.
Before another month has passed, I suspect Boston will be in chaos, so it would be very wise of you to
leave as soon as Adam returns from Vir-ginia.
With those words, he turned on his heel and left her. Katie watched him go, and she knew she was
crying because she could feel the hot tears on her face. She rubbbed her hands across her cheeks to
wipe them away, and she hated herself for being so weak, for loving a man who did not love her, could
not marry her, and would probably die before the week was out.
By the devil, she could count on one hand the number of times she had cried in her life, but falling in love
with Ethan had shattered all her protective barriers. Her armor was gone, and she hated how vulnerable
that made her. If he hurt, she hurt. If he died, a part of her would die with him.
The slamming of the front door told her that he was gone, and deep down inside, Katie felt as if she
were dving already.
Chapter Eighteen
It was nearly midnight the following night when Ethan arrived at the Hancock-Clarke Parsonage in
Lexington. It was dawn when he traveled on to Concord, and his six hours at the parsonage were not
spent sleeping.
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Samuel Adams and John Hancock felt as wor-ried as he by the activity of Regulars in Boston. They
were pleased that Ethan s meeting with the French had succeeded so well and were in agree-ment with
him that the cache of munitions stored in Concord must be moved. Thanks to the book of Shakespeare
Katie had delivered to Bramley, hiding places for the weaponry had already been prepared. By the time
the sun rose, Ethan was speeding his horse down the Lexington Road to Concord.
In that town, locals proved to be angry rather than frightened by the impending conflict and more than
willing to help John Smith move their weaponry out of Gage s hands. Nor were they sur-prised by the
news. Gage had already sent several of his men to the town on secret missions of recon-naissance to
map out the roads and locate powder stores, and since that sort of news always leaked out, Gage s spies
had been spotted for the redcoats they were almost immediately.
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