“Explain yourself,” the Inquisitor-General said. As he paced, his long cape billowed behind him. The woman rambled on, the sounds of her language a puzzle to his ears.
When she finished, the Basque translator turned. “She says they have done nothing wrong. That it is just—how you say—a ‘woman’s meeting.’”
The man snorted. “What nonsense is that? What good can come of a ‘meeting of women?’”
The translator turned, a tangled string of sounds issuing from his lips as he asked her. She answered.
“She says it is there they pass down the ancient wisdom. That they teach how to prepare the leaves that ‘bring the moon’, and what herbs will cure cangrejo. These cures render prayer unnecessary. She says this is sacred wisdom, passed mother to daughter, since the time of Mother Goddess.”
The Inspector-General walked closer, nodding. The woman dipped her head.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Sorry I’m so late this week. I wrote a story I didn’t like, and wanted to do another one. I then promptly fell into a rabbit hole of fascinating research about the Basque Witch Trials that had me wishing I had more time to know this topic. As it is, this is 90% made up…
Or is it?
Looking forward to everyone’s stories this week!