Chapter Thirteen

The sun was setting.

Elizabeth and I sat huddled together in one of the oh-so-familiar cages they placed their witch trial victims in to await hanging. It was dark when Vivian captured me the first time and tossed me into the confines of death.  I’d had little opportunity to really inspect the cell’s composition and structure.

This one appeared pretty much like the other.  The bars were made of iron and spaced eight to ten inches apart.  It was fortunate that none of the captive’s height exceeded six feet or they wouldn’t have been able to stand upright. The cage was slightly more crowded than my previous prison, making it difficult to tolerate the stench of dirt and sweat that was inevitable on such poor mistreated creatures as we.

The one difference I noted in the construction of the iron cell block was a major one and probably sealed our fate.  Elizabeth managed to rescue me by slicing through the leather hinges on