“So that we lose the payment for her as well as our horses.”
“How much were you to be paid?”
He paused as if in doubt how much to ask.
“Five hundred gulden each. There are six of us.” He watched me closely as he named the amount.
“Three thousand gulden! She must be a prisoner of importance. Who is she?”
“It’s a long road to Maglai and a difficult.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. Your man told mine she was a witch.” He laughed.
“So we were told. Any tale was good enough to listen to at that price. We can’t talk so glibly about hundreds and thousands of gulden as you can.”
“Then YOU don’t think she is a witch?”
“I believe what I’m paid to believe—if the pay is high enough. And no one would pay such a sum for a mere witch.”