When the thugs from the local university start attacking Shadows, will Judith step forward to help?
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"Peter," I say. "I don't think I've changed that dressing for a while."
The rumble is growing to thunder and there are voices.
I pick up a clean dressing and a pot of ointment from the shelves and walk across the room.
As I bend over the bed, I try not to think of the light of flames moving along the house walls of the square. I try not to see the look of hatred on the faces of the torchbearers. I try not to listen. I try to focus only on Peter and my hand as it peels back the dressing. I try not to listen to the clamour.
Under my breath I say a prayer: "Angels who are blessed, take this darkness from me."
And the darkness does clear, for a while. The wound is healing, so I apply some ointment to keep it clean and pick up the new dressing.
They are overhead now. There is no escaping the words, the room almost shakes with them: "Burn the witch! Death to the witch!"
My legs fail me and I slip to my knees. I am in the darkest of my nightmares, darkness shot through with flames. "Sarah, they are coming."