Trial of the Lilithite - 2/7

"Stay back," he bid, and so I did,
"No talking to the crew."
With that, the priest said, "Come, you beast,
There is work to do."

A week went past, until at last
I could take no more;
Down I clambered, to where they chambered,
And rapped upon the door.

'Be gone," he cried -- my eyes went wide --
His voice was laboured, strained;
" 'Leave us be' was my decree,
Ben! Are you addle-brained?"

I stood there shocked -- He never talked
To me that way before --
Their noise and such scared me so much
I pushed open the door.

To my surprise, before my eyes,
A tableau most unclean:
His face deranged, deeply engaged
In congress most obscene.

"Seduced!" he screamed, as dark eyes gleamed,
And my mouth hung agape,
"Satan's bitch! By God -- a witch!
Please, Ben -- help me escape!"

(Within my ear, something felt queer;
His words somehow askew--.
But young and naive, I chose to believe,
Because he told me to.

Meanwhile the child, disheveled and wild,
Laid draped in a sheet,
She ne'er appeared as to be feared,
Nor did she cry or bleat.)

Took Tucker's hand (not far from land)
And helped him self-compose,
He spoke to me most secretly,
While he put on his clothes.

"Be warned my friend -- we'll meet our end!"
He whispered, hands ashake.
"We mustn't dally. The crew we'll rally,
And burn her at the stake."

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