Ding…..Ding….Ding….
The sound of distant bells filled my ears. As soft and quiet as they were, they still deafened my ears and head. I pulled my worn shawl over my shoulders as a small act of comfort. Although it was a mild and pleasant day for February, it would suppress the current dreaded chill running down my spine.Today was the day would witness the trial of the accused witch Rebecca Nurse. I took a shuddering breath and pulled the shawl close to me. I picked up the cup if tea I had setv on the table and took a sip. The warmness of my homemade brew defrosted my veins. The taste of my profession relaxed me somewhat.
“You should leave the shall,” my husband commented as he walked in from our bedroom. He tightened a tie around neck, the type you would wear to parties or, more fittingly, funerals. He looked up to me with a blank expression. “It’s tattered and homely, and this is a very formal event. You need to dress for the part.”
“This is a trial, not a ball ,Gabriel.” I reminded him gently.
“If we find out that crone is a witch, will there not be a cause for celebration?” Gabriel responded. “It is our job as God’s faithful followers to purge the world …show more content…
After the trails, a warrant went out for the arresting of all witches(Alderman, pg 34). Paranoia and panic spread throughout the country side. More and more cursed people came to light, (Alderman, pg 35) more and more accused witches being sent to their premature death. Everything was going to chaos. No one knew who to trust any more. Even the ones claiming to be afflicted followed the accused to the gallows(Andrews). Luckily none of them were sentenced by fire or water, and hanging was mildly quick and painless (Andrews). Five were hanged in July, five more in August, and eight in September(HIstory Staff). After that, I had lost count.(History
The sound of distant bells filled my ears. As soft and quiet as they were, they still deafened my ears and head. I pulled my worn shawl over my shoulders as a small act of comfort. Although it was a mild and pleasant day for February, it would suppress the current dreaded chill running down my spine.Today was the day would witness the trial of the accused witch Rebecca Nurse. I took a shuddering breath and pulled the shawl close to me. I picked up the cup if tea I had setv on the table and took a sip. The warmness of my homemade brew defrosted my veins. The taste of my profession relaxed me somewhat.
“You should leave the shall,” my husband commented as he walked in from our bedroom. He tightened a tie around neck, the type you would wear to parties or, more fittingly, funerals. He looked up to me with a blank expression. “It’s tattered and homely, and this is a very formal event. You need to dress for the part.”
“This is a trial, not a ball ,Gabriel.” I reminded him gently.
“If we find out that crone is a witch, will there not be a cause for celebration?” Gabriel responded. “It is our job as God’s faithful followers to purge the world …show more content…
After the trails, a warrant went out for the arresting of all witches(Alderman, pg 34). Paranoia and panic spread throughout the country side. More and more cursed people came to light, (Alderman, pg 35) more and more accused witches being sent to their premature death. Everything was going to chaos. No one knew who to trust any more. Even the ones claiming to be afflicted followed the accused to the gallows(Andrews). Luckily none of them were sentenced by fire or water, and hanging was mildly quick and painless (Andrews). Five were hanged in July, five more in August, and eight in September(HIstory Staff). After that, I had lost count.(History