‘Oh, Sir,’ muttered the peasant. ‘I don’t know. This girl is a vagabond, a stranger. And not altogether healthy in the head. She is a grown up already, but will only play with little children. She is also like a child, and says no ma, no pa. But I do not understand those things. The priest, and everyone, is saying that he did all kinds of witchcraft.’
‘Everyone but the accused,’ Regis said quietly, walking next to the witcher. ‘I suppose when she was asked she said no ma, no pa.’
There was no more time to make specific inquiries. They passed through the crowd although not without the help of Zoltan and his ash stick.
On the wheel of a wagon loaded with sacks was tied a girl of no more than sixteen years, with arms wide apart, her toes barely touching the ground. Her shirt had been to
