More news from Scotland. A jury sentenced a wizard named John Fian—a schoolmaster from Prestonpans—to death. While I was away, Anthony tried to find out what truth, if any, lies behind the wild accusations: worshipping Satan, dismembering dead bodies in a graveyard, transforming moles’ feet into pieces of silver so he was never without money, going to sea in a ship with the devil and Agnes Sampson to thwart the king’s policies.” Seven tossed a paper onto the table in front of him. “So far as I can tell, Fian is one of what we used to call the tempestarii, and nothing more.” “A windwitch, or possibly a waterwitch,” I said, translating the unfamiliar term. “Yes,” Seven agreed with a nod. “Fian augmented his teacher’s salary by causing thunderstorms during dry spells and early thaws when it

