The pyre wouldn’t light. It was too early in the season for mistral winds, but they blew out the torches all the same.
” ‘Tis God’s work,” the minister declared after the third failed attempt. “Let her go.”
The villagers freed the witch, apologizing for their false accusations.
She smiled in relief, and hurried home. Mother would be happy the weather charm worked, even though this wasn’t how they’d planned to test it.