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They said he made a deal with the Devil….

Northumbria

They were going to hang her.

And the strange part . . . she really didn’t care.

Lady Siena had had all she was going to take. Her brother, Fidach, had beaten her for the last time and, for that reason, she’d killed him. Aye, she regretted taking a life, but when the life was that of a snake, Siena hoped God would forgive her.

Evidently, Fidach’s men didn’t agree . . . since they were the ones slipping the noose over her head.

Siena’s body ached all over from the beating her brother had inflicted upon her and now the rough treatment by his men wasn’t helping. Blood trickled from the side of her mouth, and there was a gash on her arm that needed tending. Since a noose dangled in front of her, she supposed a cut wasn’t the worst of her problems, and that made her smile. Now she wondered if she were truly daft. Who would smile with a noose hanging before her face?

Glancing around at the crowd who had gathered, Siena would have thought she would have had some support from her own people. A few did look sheepish, especially the ones she’d healed in the past, but mostly they stood helplessly watching and doing nothing to stop the hanging. Did they, too, think her a witch?

Twisting her wrist to alleviate the pressure of the rough ropes that bound her hands, Siena realized she’d been cursed from the day she was born. She had heard the gossip. They said she’d sucked the breath from her twin brother so she might live which was utterly absurd. However, the strange birthmark on her wrist, which resembled a pitchfork, only added fuel to the gossipmongers.

The only blessing that Siena possessed was the vision of sight. However, it didn’t always work, or she would surely have seen this noose being slipped over her head. A guard tightened the noose, placing the knot behind the left ear. She flinched at the pressure on her throat.

She grew tired of not belonging.

Perhaps, death would be better.