Sitting with friends

Around here Mary would feel safe. This is Henley. But the sound of the gallows being erected in the yard outside her cell would make her tremble. Walking around the prison corridor in her leg irons she would have found old friends who worked in the local ale houses who visited the prisoners but not her.

“Their jealousy is choking them but not me. They envy a condemned woman. Such is the value they put on their own freedom.”