You'll pay for this blasphemous treachery.' The younger members of staff scurried off into the darkness. Anne, Thomas and Johnny stood trembling in front of the man in black. He beckoned in five burly soldiers who trussed up the three bemused friends, the tears of laughter still stinging Anne's eyes. They were dragged to the dark cellar and chained to the walls like animals. Johnny let off a massive blast of wind, his gut rumbling in fear and confusion. There was a trial, which lasted two minutes. With his eyes wide and rolling around their sockets, the preacher screamed from the pulpit, pointing to the condemned '...and God shall burn those souls who torment His name, and cast the dark shadow of witchcraft to this land.' The small crowd jeered and hissed at the terrified friends. Anne opened her mouth to speak... 'We did not intend to...' A loutish guard slapped her hard across the face. 'Silence woman,' the preacher bellowed, 'you have no say in this matter.' His face contorted with rage and hate. Johnny's wind let rip once more. next »