on the twenty-seventh day of April, the guards took my mother and james to Lancaster Castle, and my life at read hall began. Suddenly, it was spring. The sky was blue and there were beautiful flowers on the hills. From read Hall, Pendle Hill Looked different: it locked smaller, and it was not so important in my life. Sometimes I walked along sabden brook to sabden, and then to Newchurch, and I felt happyto be near Pandle hill again. But l never visited Malkin tower again.