I got up, went across the room and stood in front of Mr Nowell. 'I'm afraid of my mother,' I began. 'I'm afraid because she's a witch and she can kill people.'
The room was quiet. Mr Nowell said nothing, but his brown eyes were kind.
'My mother and her friends are at Malkin Tower,' I told him. 'They want to go to Lancaster Castle and kill the guards. They're going to bring Old Demdike and Alizon home again.'
Mr Nowell got up and left the room. After some time, he came back with two of his friends. They all sat down at the table.
'Jennet, I want you to tell me again about your mother and her friends.'
'They want to kill the guards at Lancaster Castle and bring Old Demdike home to Malkin
Tower,' I said. Then I began to cry.
'Don't cry,' Mr Nowell said kindly. 'We can help you, but we must talk to your brother first.
James!' he called. 'Tell me about your mother. Is she a witch?'
'She's a witch. We're all witches,' James began. 'Old Demdike's a witch. One night, she went to the church at Newchurch and got some teeth from dead bodies there.
The Devil talked to her and she brought the teeth to Malkin Tower.
They're under the ground by our door!'
'Old Demdike's a witch; we know that,' Mr Nowell said. 'Tell us about your mother.'
'Mother's a witch,' James said. 'She killed Mr Robinson, from Barley village. She made a clay picture, and then she broke it, and Mr Robinson died a week later.' James smiled at Mr Nowell. He liked Mr Nowell because Mr Nowell didn't shout at him. 'And I'm a witch, too! I can kill people!'
'No, James!' I cried. 'You're not a witch! You don't kill people!'
'Yes, I do,' James said angrily. His face went red. 'My dog, Dandy, is the Devil and he killed a man for me. I wanted a shirt and Mr Duckworth was going to give me one of
his old shirts. But in the end, he didn't give it to me and I was very angry. I nearly killed Mr Duckworth! But I called Dandy, and he killed Mr Duckworth for me!'
I began to cry. My brother was a witch, too! All my family were witches!
'Don't cry, Jennet,' Mr Nowell said. 'Someone must take care of you. You can stay here at Read Hall with me.'
When Mr Nowell's men brought my mother to Read Hall, she said nothing at first.
'Tell us about the pictures of clay,' Mr Nowell said. 'My men found pictures of clay at Malkin Tower.'
My mother said nothing.
'Your mother, Old Demdike, is a witch. Your daughter is a witch,' Mr Nowell said.
'Your son killed Mr Duckworth because of a shirt. Now, tell us about the clay pictures.'
My mother said nothing.
'James told us about Mr Robinson of Barley,' Mr Nowell said. 'Did you kill him?'
Suddenly, my mother's face went red and she began to shout at James. 'A good son, you are! You told this rich man about Jack Robinson of Barley. Well, you told the truth. I killed him! I made a clay picture, and then I broke it, and a week later he died. I killed him because I hated him.'
She stopped and looked at me. I wanted to run away but Mr Nowell's servant stood in front of the door. Then my mother laughed. 'Jennet Device, witch's daughter! You hate us, I know that. Well, it doesn't matter because you're right: you are different. You're my daughter, but you're not the daughter of my husband. Your father was a rich man, but he never gave me money. A witch's child, he called you. And when you were born, he never came near me again. Jack Robinson learnt the truth about your father. He told the villagers of Barley and they called me a bad woman, but they didn't call your father a bad man!
Nobody in Barley gave me food again, because of Jack Robinson. I hated him, and so I killed him!'
The room was very quiet and my mother laughed again.
My hands felt cold and my face was hot, but I didn't cry. When Mr Device died, I cried for days. But he was not my father. I looked at my mother, at her dirty hair and her ugly face, at her angry eyes. I hated her then, and I hated her for many years.
TRUTH AND LIES
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 looked 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 happy to be near Pendle Hill again. But I never visited Malkin Tower again.
Spring changed into summer, and in August I went to Lancaster with Mr Nowell. Lancaster was thirty miles from Read Hall, and I got very tired because I sat on a horse for hours. It was a big, noisy town. I never saw so many people before in my life and I felt afraid.
The trial of the witches of Pendle began at Lancaster Castle on the eighteenth day of August, and the judge was an important man from London. Judge Bromley listened to many people on that day, because there were a lot of witches from Lancashire in the prison. Old Demdike was not there because sh
I got up, went across the room and stood in front of Mr Nowell. 'I'm afraid of my mother,' I began. 'I'm afraid because she's a witch and she can kill people.'The room was quiet. Mr Nowell said nothing, but his brown eyes were kind.'My mother and her friends are at Malkin Tower,' I told him. 'They want to go to Lancaster Castle and kill the guards. They're going to bring Old Demdike and Alizon home again.'Mr Nowell got up and left the room. After some time, he came back with two of his friends. They all sat down at the table.'Jennet, I want you to tell me again about your mother and her friends.''They want to kill the guards at Lancaster Castle and bring Old Demdike home to MalkinTower,' I said. Then I began to cry.'Don't cry,' Mr Nowell said kindly. 'We can help you, but we must talk to your brother first.James!' he called. 'Tell me about your mother. Is she a witch?''She's a witch. We're all witches,' James began. 'Old Demdike's a witch. One night, she went to the church at Newchurch and got some teeth from dead bodies there.The Devil talked to her and she brought the teeth to Malkin Tower.They're under the ground by our door!''Old Demdike's a witch; we know that,' Mr Nowell said. 'Tell us about your mother.''Mother's a witch,' James said. 'She killed Mr Robinson, from Barley village. She made a clay picture, and then she broke it, and Mr Robinson died a week later.' James smiled at Mr Nowell. He liked Mr Nowell because Mr Nowell didn't shout at him. 'And I'm a witch, too! I can kill people!'
'No, James!' I cried. 'You're not a witch! You don't kill people!'
'Yes, I do,' James said angrily. His face went red. 'My dog, Dandy, is the Devil and he killed a man for me. I wanted a shirt and Mr Duckworth was going to give me one of
his old shirts. But in the end, he didn't give it to me and I was very angry. I nearly killed Mr Duckworth! But I called Dandy, and he killed Mr Duckworth for me!'
I began to cry. My brother was a witch, too! All my family were witches!
'Don't cry, Jennet,' Mr Nowell said. 'Someone must take care of you. You can stay here at Read Hall with me.'
When Mr Nowell's men brought my mother to Read Hall, she said nothing at first.
'Tell us about the pictures of clay,' Mr Nowell said. 'My men found pictures of clay at Malkin Tower.'
My mother said nothing.
'Your mother, Old Demdike, is a witch. Your daughter is a witch,' Mr Nowell said.
'Your son killed Mr Duckworth because of a shirt. Now, tell us about the clay pictures.'
My mother said nothing.
'James told us about Mr Robinson of Barley,' Mr Nowell said. 'Did you kill him?'
Suddenly, my mother's face went red and she began to shout at James. 'A good son, you are! You told this rich man about Jack Robinson of Barley. Well, you told the truth. I killed him! I made a clay picture, and then I broke it, and a week later he died. I killed him because I hated him.'
She stopped and looked at me. I wanted to run away but Mr Nowell's servant stood in front of the door. Then my mother laughed. 'Jennet Device, witch's daughter! You hate us, I know that. Well, it doesn't matter because you're right: you are different. You're my daughter, but you're not the daughter of my husband. Your father was a rich man, but he never gave me money. A witch's child, he called you. And when you were born, he never came near me again. Jack Robinson learnt the truth about your father. He told the villagers of Barley and they called me a bad woman, but they didn't call your father a bad man!
Nobody in Barley gave me food again, because of Jack Robinson. I hated him, and so I killed him!'
The room was very quiet and my mother laughed again.
My hands felt cold and my face was hot, but I didn't cry. When Mr Device died, I cried for days. But he was not my father. I looked at my mother, at her dirty hair and her ugly face, at her angry eyes. I hated her then, and I hated her for many years.
TRUTH AND LIES
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 looked 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 happy to be near Pendle Hill again. But I never visited Malkin Tower again.
Spring changed into summer, and in August I went to Lancaster with Mr Nowell. Lancaster was thirty miles from Read Hall, and I got very tired because I sat on a horse for hours. It was a big, noisy town. I never saw so many people before in my life and I felt afraid.
The trial of the witches of Pendle began at Lancaster Castle on the eighteenth day of August, and the judge was an important man from London. Judge Bromley listened to many people on that day, because there were a lot of witches from Lancashire in the prison. Old Demdike was not there because sh
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