Ever since the well in the town square was poisoned, we’d had to fetch our water from the River Ill. I was pleased that Natan had fallen into the habit of accompanying me every day. These were the only times we were alone to discuss our problems. Natan was worried that we still hadn’t heard from the Ammeister. “Surely the councilors must have decided by now who is responsible for poisoning the well—my people or that lying Kaspar and his accomplices,” he said. “I keep thinking that I should have told the council the truth about Kaspar and what he did to me.” I chose my words carefully. “If you had told the councilors that you’re really Natan and not Hans, they would have said you’re possessed by the devil. No, you did right to say what you did. That was the only chance you had to prove that Kaspar is a liar and your people are innocent.” “They still didn’t believe me. If they had, Peter Schwarber would have told us by now.” “You’re most likely right. If you don’t hear from the Ammeister in the next few days, we should tell my father the truth.
