Rosamond Press

Belle Burch tried to steal my WORDS – the SWORD of Prophecy from my mouth. She and her fellow Wiccans hated the Biblical words, and were going to cut them away so they would have money for their defense. They robbed from the rich to give to the poor. But, they kept for themselves one ruby. The Foolish Monk came into the Square of the Pranksters, asking the whereabouts of this tiny green gem. “Go away you old fool, or we will cast your feet in concrete and throw you in the river!”