“She says I’ll be took to the Castle if I don’t do as she bids,” she said hurriedly.
Nan lashed the earthen floor with her strip of leather.
“The woman’s a lying fiend,” she said quickly and intensely.
The girl laid her hand on the other woman’s trembling arm.
“I know she is, Mother, I know she is, but what will I do?” she said softly.
Nan looked up impatiently.
“Do? Why, do naught, the old hell-kite, the sithering——”
“Ay, but listen, Mother! Listen!” The girl’s voice was so insistent that the older woman allowed her voice to die away to a muttering.
Anny went on.