I kicked in the door to the hovel. The woman had barely time to scream before I had her in my grasp.
“You stand accused of witchcraft,” Father Seamus said. “You were witnessed giving Emma the Evil Eye. Now she miscarried.”
“I’m just a simple midwife, Father. Were I a witch, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me, would you?”
“Good point. Release her,” Father commanded.
I obeyed, but felt unsure why. A question escaped my lips: “Father, why do we believe her?”
She glanced at me with her swirling green eyes.
We left her to pack her things in peace.