“Final warning:” croaked Agness from her cage. “What thee giveth, thee shall receiveth.” “Witch,” Arthur replied to the ruined woman, despite it being he who planted her “witchly trinkets.” Served her right… mocking his sexual advances! “Tom’rrow thee hangeth,” he said. That morn, he awoke in Agnes’ broken body. The noose around her neck was his. In the jeering crowd, Arthur found his own face staring back at him but with her cold eyes. |
