She threw her head back and the sound became a scream, her face a horrible rictus of pain as her hand plumbed the depths of the tall kettle, seeking for the stones. She came up with two and threw them at the Friar. Her hand and arm, up to nearly the elbow, were an angry red. "You will find me guilty even if Jesus Christ should stand here at my shoulder and sing praise of met."

Wich.Some words can kill...

She threw her head back and the sound became a scream, her face a horrible rictus of pain as her hand plumbed the depths of the tall kettle, seeking for the stones. She came up with two and threw them at the Friar. Her hand and arm, up to nearly the elbow, were an angry red. "You will find me guilty even if Jesus Christ should stand here at my shoulder and sing praise of met."

Wich.Some words can kill...

To ude’s son and grandchildren it could mean the loss of a loved one.

To Gude it could mean torture and death at the stake.

And to Gude’s daughter-in-law it could mean one less mouth to feed.

In a time when famine is rife and panic spreading, people resort to desperate measures in order to survive. So when Gude is accused of witchcraft by her daughter-in-law, she must find the strength to clear her name and save her life...