“Go and get the girl.”
At the sight of her, the women shouted their cries and catcalls.
“She makes men fall to their feet!”
“She sings the songs of the wicked!”
“She does the black magic!”
“It’s true because she has the red hair of the devil’s wife!”
“Yes, the devil’s wife!”
“His filthy bride—a red-haired demon she is!”
They dragged her to the chair and then flocked around. The oldest among them, Prudence, separated herself from the group. “We are all in agreement then?”
The women nodded, and then kneeled.
“Our red-haired sister, we are at your service.”
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