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Show 36 "I'm not sure God wants me backing his cause," Hyrum felt his own ear as though making sure it was still in tact. "If not you and I, then who?" queried Lathrop. "How about Master Cromwell?" was the confident reply. "Aye, Oliver Cromwell's a good man. But it'll take many good men before this battle is o'er," said Lathrop. Barbara stood up tall, like a willow taking the stand of an oak, "If yer caught, there won't be a fair trial. Puritans never get fair trials!" "They're not lookin to be caught!" Samuel spoke down to Barbara. "A hundred Puritans™-a thousand Puritans--are not. a match for the King and his Bishops--let alone one lone Puritan!" Barbara thought her reasoning far more obvious and to the point than Samuel's. "Two! Father and Hyrum make two!" spoke up Benjamen. Barbara thought it useless to further argue against the insane course her father seemed determined to take. She walked to the window and parted the curtain and stared out at the world. Lathrop turned his attention to Hyrum who was not yet convinced that |