Ye Lyttle Salem Maide: A Story of Witchcraft

Excerpt from Ye Lyttle Salem Maide The Cavalier’s face grew grim. “Ay� he muttered “the Lord will yet make these people repent the innocent blood they shed. Hark ye little mistress I have travelled in far countries where they have the Black Plague and terrible diseases ye wot not of. Yet this plague of witchery is worse than all—ay even than the smallpox.� He shrugged his shoulders and looking down at the ground frowned and shook his head. But as he glanced up at the maid’s troubled countenance his gloom was dispelled by a sunny smile. He reached out and took her hand and patted it between his big warm palms.