Mistress Of The Souls (ebook)

Mistress Of The Souls (ebook)

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A romantic gothic novel. Some people believe that there is only a small border between good and evil. But who judges about this? In the middle-age the young maid Hanna is transformed into a vampire. She decides not to be a blood-thirsty monster but an angel of death. What is the price of redemption? Excerpt: „Hanna Martin, you are hereby charged with witchcraft and fornication with the devil. Your own stepfather accuses you of being the cause of many bad harvests,” the judge thundered behind the simple wooden lectern. “Speak, child! You must speak!” pleaded the town clergyman who was the appointed observer. The young thing with long, blond braids stood in front of the tribunal in a simple cilice weaved from coarse linen. Barefooted, the marks from the heavy chains clearly visible, she stared at the floor, her eyes reddened from constant crying. “Even your Mother was charged with witchcraft and burned,“ the clergyman once again warned, “and your stepfather was also the plaintiff in that case.” “He’s lying,” the intimidated girl responded. “He had Mother burned at the stake and now he wants to get rid of me.“ “Why should he want to do that?“ the judge demanded. “He wants to have the farm for himself and his lover.” “That’s not true!” bellowed a voice in the crowd that had been following the process with curiosity and disgust. “Pardon me, your Grace,” responded the somewhat thickset, middle-aged man who had stood up outraged and then sat back down. The judge then turned to the accused and questioned, “Who is his lover?“ “The maidservant Gertrud,“ the girl responded. The man in the crowd started to stand up again, when the judge gave him an unmistakable signal he should stay seated. “How do you plea to the accusal of ‘fornication with the devil’?” he now asked the girl. “I’m still untouched!” Her answer was almost inaudible. The judge cleared his throat. “Well, we can’t ascertain that here, but your stepfather has told us about how rebellious you’ve been recently and now we’re also dealing with false accusations? I hope you realize the seriousness of the matter. If you don’t talk now, torture will break your silence!” Horrified, Hanna lifted her head and looked at the judge with her beautiful, blue child-like eyes, which were still full of tears. She could expect no mercy from this tribunal. Not at this time when the screams of burning women from all the towns and villages rang out to the heavens. In such times, one could trust neither neighbours nor friends. Regardless of what a female did – especially one as beautiful as Hanna – it could be considered witchcraft and charges could be pressed. This is how villages ridded themselves of unwanted fellow citizens or ruthlessly retaliated against one person or another. With Hanna, it was a simple question of her beauty. After the death of her mother, her stepfather Josef – a well-known philanderer – had tried to make awkward sexual advances but she abruptly refused him. Subsequently, he then provided the town clergyman with a small hint. Soon thereafter, the henchmen of the Inquisition collected the girl from the farm as she was getting ready to drive the geese to pasture. She screamed for help and begged her stepfather, but he remained motionless watching her being deported in the iron-barred cage on the flat-bed carriage pulled by two strong horses – directly to the dungeon of Castle Felsenthal. Currently, the town clergyman was consulting with the judge and both jury members. He then turned and spoke directly to the girl, “The pastor has put in a good word for you. You will be tortured for three days until the next full moon. If at that time, you are still convinced of your innocence, then divine judgment shall succeed.” The judge then confirmed the sentence by pounded his mallet on the lectern three times.

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Carol Grayson
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