She,
too, had the insolence to speak to me in such a manner. Would you like
to know what we did to her?
Tell her, Ballard."
"Burned her for a witch, we did---tied to a tree, right up on her own
roof." The man smiled, as if he found this detail particularly
satisfying. "My one regret, Lord, is that you hit her so hard in the
questioning, she never regained her senses to enjoy it. One would have
thought she was dead already."
"That will be all, Lieutenant. Take the bodies back to the Castle. But
first, check the neighborhood. See if you can't flush out a kilt and
jacket for our amorous red-haired friend, if you follow my meaning."
"I do at that, sir. And I don't suppose it would hurt to brand him for
a prisoner as well?"
"Number 406. Good day, Ballard." The Lieutenant pushed the younger man
forward, then followed him out, closing the door behind.
"As you see," continued Purceville, "I have ways of arranging
circumstances to meet my own ends. And I have no qualms at all about
eliminating women who oppose me. I can think of at least a dozen
pretexts to end your
life right now.
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