The cold gusting wind kept blowing with loud howling velocity throughout the countryside of fourteenth-century Europe.  They opened the doors to the barn behind the old farmhouse.  The opened doors cast the light of day into the darkened room that was covered with hay and wooden structures inside of stone walls.   The beams that supported the wooden dividers of the room cast shadows from the sunlight that rippled over the mounds of hay.  The windows of the barn were sealed by shutters.   Four men entered the barn carrying wooden stakes and mallets in their hands.  One of the four carried a lighted torch as well.  His name was Garwin Fisser.  He was a nobleman and a witch hunter.  His black shoulder length hair was tucked inside his bullet shaped helmet.  His small dark eyes swept around the room as he searched for his prey.
          All of the men in the room wore tunics with broad swords attached to their belts around their waists.  They wore metal helmets with clothing made from the skins of native beasts.   Capes made from animal hides covered their backs from the cold blowing wind.  They were all slender and tall.  Except for Garwin, he was short and pudgy.  Their mid-day’s venture to the local pub  had left their breath heavily fuming with bottled ale.
          Garwin spotted a human hand protruding from a pile of hay.  The hand was slender and  white as a pearl .  The hand was motionless even with large rats sniffing its’ fingers.  Garwin looked closer and could see some movement beneath the hay.
          “Look there,”  Garwin exclaimed pointing to the protruding hand.  Garwin and his men walked to the pile of hay and pulled away at it.  They uncovered two people lying on the floor together.  One was an old man with dark hallow eyes shaking at the sight of the  hunters.  The other person was a lifeless young woman of twenty years of age.  The elderly man covered his eyes from the sight of the sunlight.
          “Ah,” the old man yelled.
          The old man’s name was Jason Tella.  He wore a hood around his head and long loose fitting clothing around his body.  He was short and slender.   He was fifty-two years old.   He clung tightly to the body of the woman. 
          The woman had long blond hair and her skin looked like white marble in the sunlight.  She looked like she was asleep.   Her name was Donna. She wore a white long gown.  Her stiff body was the prey of a horde of rats that bit away at her flesh as blood streamed from her hands.
          “Get away from ma’daughter,”  the old man exclaimed.  “She is already dead¾begone from here!”
          “Nay,” Garwin replied.  “For verily she is the living dead.  T’is our divine duty to save all that is holy and see to it that she never again riseth from the dead—away with thee!”
          “Never,”  old Tella exclaimed.  “I shall not leave her side.”
          Garwin grabbed Tella by the throat and pulled away the old man’s hood.  Garwin looked at Tella’s throat.  The old man had a gash wound on his neck.  The wound was covered with clotted blood.
          “Then thou shall die by her side,”Garwin retorted as his face blushed in his rage.  “See here my good men—his neck doeth bare the mark of the fiend.    Verily his ghost belongeth to the devil now!  Let us cleanse our land of this curse from Hell that the  warlock Fludd hath unleashed upon us.  We shall not rest until Fludd himself is  destroyed.”
          Two men by Garwin’s side moved forward and pulled the old man away from the body of his daughter.  The old man felt a cold sweat sweep over him as he watched with restrained arms as the wooden stake was placed over the heart of his daughter and the mallet in Garwin’s hand was raised high in the air.  The mallet dropped and landed hard on the head of the stake with a loud bang.  Donna’s body jumped up momentarily as it recoiled from the blow.  A second blow hit the stake and the body recoiled again as blood rushed from the heart of the corpse.  As air entered the lungs of the body, a momentary shriek of pain came from the body.
          Garwin hammered away feverishly at the body until the stake was completely buried inside of the corpse.  Garwin had a sinister smile as he looked over at the old man.  The old man’s eyes were watering.
          “I curse thee,”the old man exclaimed.  “I curse thee for thy vile act upon the body of my child.  May the wrath of Our Lord be upon thee.”
          “Thy lord is Satan,”Garwin replied.  “And now old man, t’is time for thee to join thy child in Hell.”
          “Nay,” Tella replied trembling.  “Leave me be ye monsters from Hell!”
          “Monsters,” Garwin echoed as he gave Tella a cold stare.  “Indeed!”
          Garwin’s men secured the old man to the floor by restraining his hands and feet as Garwin positioned another wooden stake over Tella’s heart.  The old man gave a final scream before the flying mallet struck the stake over his heart.

          A short time late, Garwin and his men came out of the barn.  They set fire to the hay inside the barn with the torch.  Smoke and flames eventually burnt through the window shutters and door and rose up into the air.  The stone walls resisted the fire that burned around them.    The fire only blackened the walls of the barn.
          “The reign of terror that this fiend hath brought  upon us hath ended,” Garwin told his men.  “And now, t’is only the two Fludd brothers that we must destroy.  Come my good men!  Let us celebrate our good fortune in the town’s tavern.”

          The town’s tavern was filled up with men from the town even at mid-day.  The tavern had gray stone walls in its’ inside and a large fireplace on one end to cast heat throughout the inside of the building.  Large wooden tables with chairs made from logs were set up in rows all across the tavern.  Sounds of laughter and cheer filled the room.  Garwin and his men drank heavy in the company of the locals around them.  One of the locals, Luke (the town’s blacksmith), was drinking heavier than usual that day.  His face was red and he was rolling around his head from side to side and he slurred as he talked.  Luke was in his late forties and slim.  He spotted Garwin and his men.  Garwin often brought his horses to Luke to be fitted for horseshoes.  Luke knew all about Garwin’s mission to cleanse the town of the curse of Fludd.  Luke got to his feet and staggered over to Garwin to speak with him.  Just as Luke reached Garwin, Luke fell flat on his face in front of Garwin and his mug of ale spilled all over Garwin.
          “Luke, art thou mad,”  Garwin exclaimed as he rose to his feet and shook the excess liquid off his clothing.  “How dare thee.”
          Luke fell to the floor and rolled over.  Everyone in the room froze and looked over at Luke.  One of Garwin’s men got up and walked over to Luke.  Garwin’s man grabbed Luke by the tunic and shook him.
          “Luke,”  the man said.  “To thy feet.  That is enough!”
          Luke remained motionless.  Garwin’s man grabbed Luke’s face by the chin and took a close look at his face.
          “Merciful Lord be upon us,” Garwin’s man said.  “He is dead, ma’lord!  He moveth not!”
          “Dead,”  many people echoed in the room.
          “T’is the work of that devil Fludd,” Garwin exclaimed.  “He hath brought forth his black magic onto us for destroying his agent from Hell.  Quick!  My brothers, we must bury Luke before Fludd can work his magic on Luke and make him rise from the dead as well.”

        Four pawl bearers carried Luke in a sealed wooden casket across town and through the woods and placed his body in a family crypt by mountains outside of a forest.   The crypt was inside of a cave.   The crypt was dark and the only light inside the darkened mountain walls came from the torches of a group in the procession that carried the sticks of fire.  The sun was beginning to set in the distance.  The local community attended the procession to the crypt.  They all folded their hands and offered a moment of silent prayers in memory of their friend.  Garwin looked up and saw the sun setting.
          “Take heed my friends,”  Garwin said sadly.  “The night begineth to fall.  We must leave our friend and fellow crusader now before the shadows of evil fall upon us.”
          “Ma’lord,”  one of Garwin’s men said.
          “Aye,” Garwin replied.
          “We must drive a stake through Luke’s heart as well to be sure,”  Garwin’s man replied.
          Garwin reached into a pouch that was tied to his belt and pulled out a hand full of gold coins.  Garwin handed each man in the crypt a golden coin.  Each man accepted the coin and put it inside his clothing.
          “The deed hath been done,”  Garwin replied.  “Luke will rest in peace.  We shall seal the crypt as well.”
          Garwin and the town’s people leave the crypt.    Several men worked together and pushed a huge stone structure over the entrance of the cave.  The structure was carved into the form of a huge stone door.  After sealing the opening, the town’s people and Garwin left the site.  A short distance away in the woods, two men were hidden behind trees.  They watched carefully to make sure that every one had left.  The two men behind the trees had carved the skins of animals to create costumes that made them appear to be werewolves.   The men were low paid musicians looking to make extra money to support their daytime occupation of playing flutes for town’s people all around the country.  Both men were over weight and their costumes fit them tightly.  One man was named, Thomas.  The other man was named, Edward.
          “They have all left,”  Edward whispered to Thomas.  “Now is the time.”
          The costumed men came out from behind the trees and ascended into the mountain.  Edward carried a long lever made of iron tied to his back.   Thomas carried a torch.  When they got to the entrance of the crypt, Edward removed the lever from his back.  Thomas and Edward worked together to angle the lever around the stone door and used it to open up enough of a passageway so that both men could slip into the crypt.  As they managed to open the crypt, the sun set.   
          “We must move quickly,”  Edward exclaimed.  “The sun hath set!  T’is best that we do not take the forest back.”
          “Doeth thou truly believe those stories of the dead coming back to life to prey upon the living at night,”  Thomas replied with a smile. 
          “Aye,”  Edward replied.  “We must be quick about this grave as well.”
          “Thou art not but a fool,”  Thomas replied.  “The dead are dead, they can not return from their graves.  Thou would be most wise to fear the black death instead.  For verily, t’is the great plague that causeth the greatest threat of all to all who live.”
          A high-pitched squeal came from inside of the crypt.  The men heard the sound of fluttering wings just before a bat flew out of the cave.   Edward leaped away from the bat.  Thomas grabbed hold of one of Edward’s arms and pulled Edward close to him.  
          “Art thou afraid of mere bats,”  Thomas laughed at Edward.
          “I thought it was a ghost,”  Edward replied.  “I’ll be alright now.”
           The men entered the cave together.  They spotted Luke’s casket and walked up to it.   Edward positioned his lever to the seal of the casket and pried it open.  Thomas helped Edward open the lid.  They removed the lid, and to their amazement Luke was gasping for breath and reached out a hand to Edward for help.  Both costumed men looked at Luke wide-eyed before they turned around and ran from the crypt. 
          “I believe thee now, friend Edward,”   Thomas exclaimed as they ran away.

          Meanwhile, back at the Tella’s farm, the sun was also setting.  Rats ran from  the inside of the burning barn.  Flames still burned, but with much less intensity than earlier.  Inside of the barn, a black cloud of smoke covered the charred body of Donna.  Her body began to shake and stir as black steam precipitated from her corporeal form.  Her chest pulsed up and down as air was circulating through her lungs.  She was breathing.  “Ah,” she exclaimed.   Black steam precipitated from her body at an accelerated rate.  Her body fragmented itself as it broke up and transformed into the black steam.    A cloud of black steam floated from where Donna’s body was to outside of the barn.  In a clearing outside the barn,  the black steam vanished and a totally  regenerated form of Donna appeared standing with her eyes closed and the stake that was driven through her heart was held in one hand.  She opened her eyes and the crimson aura of Hell lit up her eyes.    She opened her mouth as she smiled wickedly and glossy white fangs grew from her eye teeth.  Her face no longer looked human.  Her skin became a pale gray complexion and her lips were as red as blood.  Her eyes were replaced with burning flames and she laughed with a voice that sounded like two people together with high-pitched voices.
          “Ha-ha-ha-ha,” she laughter.  “I’m freed at last!  And now let the wrath of Hell be upon the world of man!”  She looked at the wooden stake in her hand before she tossed it away.  “Foolish morals!  Only the supernatural can destroy the supernatural.”

        Luke shivered as he walked through the forest that night.  The cold howling wind sliced through his body.  He held his arms together as he walked.  His teeth chattered together loudly.  Luke came up to a tree and rested against it.
          “Oh God,”  Luke exclaimed.  “Where am I?  What hath happened to me?  How did I land in my family tomb?”  As Luke moved forward,  he heard the sound of howling wolves.
          “Oh great,”   Luke exclaimed.
          A pack of gray wolves came dashing out of the woods and ran right past him.  Luke jumped with fear at the sight of the wolves.  The wolves scattered around him to avoid him as they ran.  Luke looked at the wolves in awe.
          “By God,”   Luke exclaimed.  “What on Earth could scare these poor devils so badly?”
        Luke moved forward.  He past through the dark foliage.   Only the moon  above shed light on his path.   He hands were his guide through the darkness of the tree tops.   Through the woods, he came to a clearing and saw two figures under the moonlight.  One was a man wearing furry clothes lying down on the grass covered grounds in an unconscious state.  A woman dressed in a long white gown was kneeling down and covering his head with her long blond hair.  The two people were silent. 
          Luke moved up to the woman and knelt besides her.  He noticed that the man was wearing the costume of the werewolf.  Luke tapped the woman on the shoulder.  Luke drew a deep breath slowly.
          “Pardon me ma’lady,”  Luke whispered.
        The woman spun around, suddenly, and grabbed Luke by the clothing over his chest.  The last thing Luke saw was the burning hellfire in her eyes as she lunged at his throat with her blood dripping fangs.  Donna drank the blood of Luke until his body became cold and stiff.   Some of Luke’s blood dripped from his neck and onto Donna’s hands.  She released his body and pushed it away.   She licked her fingers clean of blood.   Donna’s face returned to a human appearance.  She looked down at the two blood drained bodies below her and she began to cry.
          “No,”  she exclaimed.   The tears from her eyes fell upon the top of the blouse of her dress and wet it.  The water from her eyes was cold.  She shivered from the coldness of her own tears.   “No!  I meant not for any of this to happen.  I am no better than he who hath brought this vile curse upon me.”
          Donna turned away from the two corpses and ran into the dark of the forest.

          Inside of Garwin’s castle was a splendid site to behold indeed.  There were torches everywhere to light up the building.  A great big fire place in the living room gave light as well as warmth to the area.  Garwin had many mail armor suits made of rings of metal sewed on leather on display throughout the castle to show off his family’s great past.  He had a long winding stairway to the upper chambers made of marble and gold.  All of his furniture was handcrafted from the finest metal, jewels, and wood.   Two mail armored knights wearing gray and silver suits led an old woman with a young man and a ten year old girl into the main dinning hall of the castle where Garwin was with his three assistants from earlier were.  The knights led the three people to Garwin.  The old lady curtsied before Garwin.
          “Ma’lord,”   she said with her head bowed.
          “Ma’lady,”  Garwin replied.  “Thy party may be seated.  The information that thou hast given unto me hath proven most satisfactory.  We found thy cursed child with thy husband.   Thy husband hath already been attacked by the beast, thus we had to slay him as well.  I shall pay thee extra for that lost.”
          The old woman, the young man, and the young girl all took seats across from Garwin.  The young man with the old woman was her son.  The young girl was her daughter.  The young man had long brown hair and blue eyes and wore a brown tunic with black pants and brown strapped boots.  His name was Henry.  The young girl had long dirty blond hair and blue eyes.  She wore a long green dress that was down to her ankles.  Her name was Beth.   The mother wore a long green cloak that covered most of her body.  She used a brown cloth to cover over her long gray hair.  She was heavy set in build.  Her name was, Mary.
          “Ma’lord,”  Henry addressed Garwin.  “What hath my sister, Donna become?  What sort of creature  doeth return from the dead to prey upon the blood of the living at night?”
        “I believe that the Greeks had a name for such creatures,”  Garwin replied.  “They called them, ‘strix,’ which is a screeching owl or creature of the night.  Donna shall pay in Hell for disgracing my family’s name when she did saith unto me, that I, a married nobleman, violated the sanctuary of her body.  When in truth she bewitched me into sleeping with her.”
          “I am truly sorry for ma’daughter’s actions ma’lord.” Mary replied.  “I am certain that she shall burn in Hell now for her crimes against thee.”
          “Indeed she shall,”  Garwin replied as he pulled from under the table a large tied up sack and handed it to Mary.  Mary opened the sack and looked inside of it and saw all golden nuggets.
          “Oh,”   Mary replied.  “This is too much!”
          “I say thee nay,”  Garwin replied.  “For verily the lost of any man to his family is a great one.   Keep it—keep it all!”
          “Thou art too kind,”  Mary replied smiling.
          “I know,” Garwin replied.  “The Lord my God shall reward me at His appointed time for my kindness.  Thou may leave now.”
          “Ma’lord,”  Henry asked.
          “Aye,”  Garwin replied  as he folded his hands looking at Henry.
          “Where did this curse of the dead rising up at night come from,”  Henry asked.  “For verily t’is strange for this curse to come from nowhere.”
          “T’is the work of the devil through his agent, the warlock Dalton Fludd,”  Garwin replied. 
          “Not Lord Fludd,”   Henry replied with raised eyebrows.
          “Aye,”   Garwin replied nodding.  “T’is he.  His brother died of the great plague that hast killed so many of our loved ones.  Fludd  doeth maketh a pack with the devil to bring his brother back to life.  Fludd doeth learn the secret of bringing the dead back to life from books of black magic from the library of Alexander.  Fludd hast brought forth the curse of the strix upon us in exchange that his brother would riseth again.  T’is Danco Fludd who riseth as the first strix of our time.  Dalton doeth get his just sentence when Danco doeth maketh him his first victim.  T’was Dalton who doeth maketh thy sister his first victim.  T’is all we know thus far.”
           Henry looked at his mother and sister and gestured to them to rise.  Mary and her children got up and were escorted from the castle by the knights.

          Donna moved through the forest with great endurance and speed.  She looked at the foliage in the dark and could see everything clearly through a red aura that lit up everything around her.  She saw an owl seated on the branch of a tree.  She walked up to the owl.
          “Oh,” Donna said softly.  “Hello there little one.”
          The owl looked at Donna and flew away from her.  Donna shook her head in disgust as she walked on.  She could see a clearing in the distance and some burning torches.  She moved forward cautiously.  She peek ahead at the clearing from behind a tree. 
          In the clearing,  a group of people wearing red cloaks and hoods gathered around an alter made from a huge rock.  A thirteen year old girl was naked and tied to the rock.  The cloaked people wore gold pentagrams around the neck of their hoods that draped down over their chests.   One man removed his cloak and hood.  He was a tall handsome man with long black hair and dark piercing eyes.  He had a short trimmed beard on his face.   His eyes glowed with crimson.   He pulled a dagger from his belt and sliced open the girl’s neck.
          The sight of the blood excited something deep inside of Donna.  She felt a great power grow within her.  She moved out of hiding and approached the alter.  The man opened his mouth and exposed long fangs of his own as he leaned down and bit into the neck of the girl.  As Donna pushed her way through the crowd of cloaked people, they began to take notice of her.  At one point, a man pulled out a knife and pointed it at her as a warning.  Donna hissed at the man with extracted fangs.  She grabbed hold of him and ripped away his hood before sinking her fangs into the side of his neck.  The man at the alter removed his face from the girl and took note of Donna’s presence.
          “Come join us my child,” he said.  “The outside world is cruel and doeth not understand the plight of the vampire.  Join me, and taste the power of thy divine right.”
          The man Donna attacked fell limp when she dropped him.  She walked over him and approached the man at the alter.  He extended a hand to her.  Donna reached out and clung to his hand.
          “Come to me,” the man continued.  “Let our strength grow in numbers.  I shall make thee a queen of our kind.  And the world will learn to fear thee rather than hate thee.  Come to me!”
          “Who,”  Donna asked.  “Who art thou?”
          “I am called, Danco,” the man replied.  “Danco Fludd!  And I shall maketh thee a queen of great power.  Come let us make a pack with the lord of darkness together.”

          Mary and her children rode through the outskirts of the woods on the backs of horses.  The horses were moving along at a steady rate until a lone figure came out of the woods wearing a long white gown.  The figure had long blond hair.  The horses stopped moving forward and galloped up and down until they threw the three people off their backs.  The horses ran away.  Henry ran to his mother who was on her back.  She was struggling to get up.  As Henry tended to his mother the figure in the white gown walked towards them.  Beth got to her feet and looked at the oncoming figure.  Beth quivered as she ran to her mother.
          “Mother,”  Beth exclaimed.  “T’is Donna.  T’is Donna who doeth come forth.”
          Beth and Henry struggled as they helped their mother to her feet.  By that time, Donna stood besides them.  Mary was shaking uncontrollably when Donna pulled her close.  Henry and Beth looked on in amazement.
          “Good evening, Mother,” Donna said in a dry voice.  “A beautiful night for a stroll, I should say.  Where is Father tonight?  I have seen him not!”
        “He’s dead,”  Mary replied.  “As thou should be!”
          “But I am dead Mother,” Donna replied smiling.  “For verily thou can never kill one who is already dead.”
          Donna noticed her mother quivering.  “Thou doeth shake mother.  Art thou cold?  Would thou like to be cold—cold forever as am I?”
          Henry put himself between Donna and their mother.
          “For God’s sake Donna,”  Henry exclaimed.  “I appeal to all of the human still left in you, sister!  Please!   Leave our mother be.”
        “Oh,” Donna replied.   She looked at her brother with narrow eyes.   “I am thy sister now?   Where were thou when that monster Garwin violated my body?  I was a fiend then!”
          Donna turned away from her mother and grabbed her brother by the throat.  She slammed him against the trunk of a tree and pinned him.  Mary and Beth ran up to Donna.    Donna saw them coming around her.
          “We have become a family at last I see,”Donna said in a low-keyed voice.  “I could never trust any of thee in life, so how am I to trust thee in death?”
          Donna ripped away the clothing from her brother’s neck just before she sank her fangs into him.

        Garwin had gone to bed late that night with his wife.  Garwin kissed a pretty young chamber maid in the hallway good night before retiring with his wife.  The howling wind outside blew open the bay window to his room and a bat flew in and disappeared into the hallway.    The room became cold from the night air.
          “Guards,”  Garwin exclaimed.  “There is a bat loose in the castle.  Get rid of it.”
          Two knights came to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Garwin.
          “Aye ma’lord,”   one knight replied.  “We shall find yon beast.  Thou can be sure of it.”
          The knights walked away.  Garwin went into his room shivering and closed the window.  He extinguished a torch on the wall into a bucket of sand near his canopy bed before he slipped into bed with his wife.  Garwin’s wife was heavy set and short.  In her younger days, she was quite a catch being young, pretty, and slim with a beautiful figure.  Though Garwin had sex with other women, he would never leave his wife.  She was too easy to control.  She hardly ever put up a fight for anything.  She had a low tolerance for pain.  Garwin only had to tie her in the dungeon once to keep her in line.  He did not even have the heart to complete beating her with the whip he kept there.  He felt sorry for her when he saw the pain in her eyes.  Garwin had no recollection of how long it was when the voice pierced through the darkness.
          “Well, well, well,”  the voice said.  “Thou art the family man by thy wife’s side now?  Doeth she know of thy many ventures with other women?”
          “Who,”   Garwin exclaimed.  Then, he recognized the voice.  “No!  This can not be!  T’was I who drove the stake through thy heart.  Thou should be destroyed for all eternity.”
          “Eternity is a long time,”  Donna replied calmly.  “Even for me.  That is why I have decided to kill thee rather than to have to battle thee for that long.”
          “Guards,”   Garwin yelled at the top of his lungs.  “To my side, quickly!”
          “Guards,”  Donna echoed.  “Thou may enter to light up the room so that Garwin’s wife may bare witness the just execution of the biggest monster of all.   And may I see thee burn in Hell every day for all eternity.”
          Donna could see Garwin’s wife trembling in the darkness.  Garwin and his wife looked back and forth in the darkness to find Donna.  The husband and wife broke into a cold sweat.  Donna smiled as she looked at them in the dark through the red aura in her eyes.
          Ten knights entered the room all carrying torches.  They brought in enough light for Garwin to notice the glassy expressions on their faces and the blood stains on their necks as their steel and leather collars of their armor was ripped apart.    Donna rubbed her hands together and smiled at Garwin.  She looked at his wife.
          “I have no quarrel with thee,”  Donna told his wife.  “Do not interfere with me and I shall set thee free and unharmed.  Move away from thy husband.”
          “Please leave us,”  Garwin’s wife replied through chattering teeth.
          “Know thou woman,” Donna replied sitting next to Garwin’s wife.  “Thy husband hast never been faithful to thee.  This self-righteous man hath planted his lust upon me when I was still human as he hath with so many other women.  He tied me in my family’s barn to the floor as he forced his way with me.  He told my family that our encounter was my fault.  I bewitched him.  None believed me in life.  I had no defense against him while I lived.   T’was not I who asked the warlock Lord Dalton Fludd to drive his hideous fangs into my throat and bring this hellish nature upon me.  Lord Fludd doeth destroy my humanity as thy husband doeth destroy my faith in goodness.    Now, in death shall I avenge all women for his unanswered crimes.”
          “No,”  Garwin shrieked.  “I shall pay thee a king’s ransom if thou will leave us be.”
          “T’is too late for thee, my dear Lord Garwin," Donna replied.   “Thou showed me no mercy in my barn.”   She turned her attention to his wife.
          “I ask thee now woman to stay neutral in this matter and I shall set thee free.   Cross me, and I shall kill thee as well.  Look at me and tell me truly that he hath never raised a hand at thee or tied thee up in some room and beat thee for his own pleasure.”
          Garwin’s wife looked at her husband and then at Donna.  Garwin’s wife moved away from her husband and stood by the doorway.
          “Thou art a man of considerable power,” Donna told Garwin as she approached him.  “But I have become a woman of even greater power.   And now I shall pass judgement unto thee for thy past crimes against me and all other women.”