Chapter 11

“Oh, the king is the head of the church all right. But, remember, our laws are created by parliament.”

The answer seemed to satisfy Weeks and Mr. Carter.

“So what you’re saying is that this is a matter of principle to him?” Mr. Carter confirmed

“Yes, I believe so,” the bishop said.

Mr. Carter rose, and the bishop followed his lead. “Thank you for coming in today,” Mr. Carter said, and the bishop left the office.

“Are you insane, Weeks?” Mr. Carter railed at him once they were alone.

“What do you mean, sir?”

“Do you have such a large book of clients you can turn business away?”

“Sir,” Weeks said with a stammer, “it’s a matter of conscience. I simply do not believe in defending a bugger.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have such a large book of clients you can turn away business?”

After a moment, Weeks let out a defeated sigh. “No, sir, I do not have the luxury to turn away clients. But please understand, when I set out to become a solicitor—”