The Peacock 1573

I was one of the people he had appealed to and I also ignored him. I was under orders from the archbishop herself. When they sent their lawyer after him I was so rattled that I tried to voice a feeble protest, but was bullied into silence. Then I had that dream again. Jesus. The Truth shall set you free. I finally sent him an email. We agreed to meet at a coffee shop on South Granville. I voiced my concern and my support which he gratefully and humbly accepted. No one else knew about our meeting, though I do imagine that once this is out and in print that they will be sharpening their swords on the high altar.