Even as she spoke she realised with horror that they were all past listening to her. Their leader was on the trunk again, haranguing the others, his voice, harsh and excitable, ringing out.
“The w***e has been delivered into our hands!” he screamed out. “The harlot who has bewitched and enslaved our King is our prisoner. Here is the woman who by her evil magic has traduced our fair land and sold her own soul to the Devil. What shall we do with her? Is it not right that we should punish her?”
“Yes! Yes!” the men roared back at him.
“We could make her suffer for her sins,” the speaker went on. “We could flog her and humiliate her as our own people have been flogged and humiliated at her command. Or we could treat her as she has treated our friends and comrades – our comrades in the strugg
