The magistrate points around the room. He says, "These are the instruments of torture. Will you confess?"
You see in the room all sorts of devices, whose purpose provoke your worst imaginings.
The magistrate points around the room.
He says, "These are the instruments of torture. Will you confess?"
You see in the room all sorts of devices, whose purpose provoke your worst imaginings.
You say*
*"I deny it, I am not a witch."
