Anders paused, as if collecting his thoughts. He kicked a few rocks into the side of the oak. Freida realized she was holding her breath.
“So…?” she murmured.
“Here’s the thing. We knew that Widow Vellhelmina was old, and that she’d been a widow a long time, right?” Anders continued.
“Yeah, sure,” Paign responded, trying to look knowledgeable.
“Of course,” replied Freida, with more conviction than Paign.
“And we know that she had been peculiar in her old age, to the extent that many in the village called her a witch, based largely on a few ‘eye witnesses’ who saw her talking to herself while wandering around the outskirts of the Highland Valley.” Anders paused, took a deep breath, and added, “At least, that’s what we were told.”
“What do you mean by that—‘what we were told’?” Paign asked.
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