“I have a good eye,” said Benjamin. “Most of the time I can look at a person and see their whole life. Small things give them away. That farmer, for instance. I could tell by the way he tied his shoes that he’d never traveled more than twenty miles from his home, and it was unlikely that he’d follow us for long. And that Father John of yours. I knew he had something hidden in that sleeve. And I knew he’d use it on you. The only thing I didn’t know was if you deserved it.”