Chapter Eight
Morgan didn’t get out much. She’d been born after the witch trials of the seventeenth century. The scab of anxiety and distrust was still festering in her community.
The residents of Camelot had hunkered down in their city as religious zealots burned innocent human women at the stake or anchored them down in deep pools of water. In some cases, they’d treated them leniently with shaming in the town square. In other instances, they’d simply mutilated the wayward females.
The Knights of Camelot had formed a manly shield around the witches under their care. For a long time, no one got in and no one got out of Camelot. In some ways, the zealotry of the knights had oppressed the witches in their care.
In any case, Morgan hadn’t seen much of the world before she was a century ol
