“Selina Dubois, you stand accused of witchcraft,” said the judge in a loud, clear voice. “How do you plead?”
The old woman, stooped over with age, dressed in rags with an unkempt shag of hair on her head, shouted back, “Guilty!” As she did so, she reached into her apron pocket and drew a clod of dirt which she threw at his head. Afraid that this action was a curse, the judge fled the courtroom, but not before ordering the woman to be taken away.
“You’ll burn for this,” said one of her guards as he placed the irons back on her wrists. “As sure as there’s a sun in the sky.”
“I really don’t care anymore,” said Selina with a smile. “Now take me back to my cell.”