The Scarlet Letter Page #5

How courteous of you.

Please.

l must apologize for my

forthrightness on Sabbath last.

l've earned a few reprimands

for speaking too bluntly.

l owe an apology, too.

l can't understand why

l took such offence

to such a simple comment.

But l have wondered

how you were able

to see so deeply

into my nature.

Perhaps l'm a witch.

l must be keeping you

from your chores.

Thank you for the books.

Good day.

l'm sorry. My hands

are covered in ink.

l've been

hovered over

my translations all day.

Translations?

Aye. l'm attempting to

translate the Bible into

the local lndian language,

Algonquin.

What an ambitious undertaking.

But l'm told the lndians don't want

to be guided by our Bible.

That war with them is inevitable.

Some think that way,

but they're wrong.

The lndians, born from a

certain liberty,

take not easily

to bridle and bit.

No man should.

Well...

What?

What?

You keep putting ink

on your face.

Oh, l do.

There you are.

l do hope you enjoy

the books.

Thank you.

Good day.

Good day.

Mituba?

'Tis only a bathing tub,

not a toy of Satan.

Mistress Prynne?

Reverend Dimmesdale!

-You frightened me.

-l'm sorry. l didn't mean to.

lt's a wonderful surprise.

-lt's beautiful.

-Yes, and frightening.

Just as Eden must have been.

So untouched.

Does it not cry out

with it's promise,

that everything

can begin anew?

l brought back your books.

You couldn't have read them all

in four days.

Oh no, l did.

l read most of them twice.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Farewell.

Hester...

l'm not the man l seem.

l've lived here all my life,

my purpose clear.

But now l'd risk everything,

my life, my ministry, my soul

just to spend a few

moments alone with you.

God help me, Hester.

l love thee.

God help me.

l love thee too.

Oh God. Have we lost our way?

No!

l dreamed of thee speaking

thy heart.

l have prayed for it even as

l have dreaded it.

Was l alive before

l laid eyes on thee?

What shall we do?

l know not.

Say something to end it,

for l have not the power.

Nor l.

Nay!

We could be hanged for this.

l've put you in too much danger,

and l must end it by walking away

and never speaking with you again.

Go then.

Do as you promised.

Throughout the long summer,

Mistress Prynne and the Reverend

avoided each other

at all costs.

Mistress Prynne rarely went to town

and the Reverend escaped to the wilds

with the Indians

and faithful Johnny Sassamon

forcompany.

And the colony organized

it's annual election day

as usual.

No one the wiser that

there existed among them

two hearts struggling

against a love

that grew stronger with

each passing day.

Johnny Sassamon says they've

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