"Away from me, woman!" Young Tom pushed Efferea away. "I'm tellin' you all, thish woman be a w... witch. I shaw her shpreadin' her legs for the devil, I did. I demand that her house be burned to the ground." Tom continued to throw bottles against the house. "I'm going in there!" He shouted loudly, so that the entire village could hear. "Who's with me? She's a witch and you all need to see it for yourselvesh!"

Within moments, the Pastor approached the scene. Pastor Van Dale had been one of the first settlers in Warren. He had first preached in the Netherlands, but quickly took up the cause of the British protestants, and then the Colonial Puritans. "Someone has to do something!" He announced. "Where is Old Tom Young? He needs to control his boy!"

One of the Pastor's friends shook his head. "I think he's out hunting, Pastor." Van Dale just shook his head and muttered under his breath. Van Dale was perhaps the oldest man in the village, but it did not stop him from taking an active role in the community. Often time he even helped the farmers, taking up a plow and doing the work himself in his spare time. Some of the townspeople affectionately called him the "Old Bull". 

"Did he even go to church today? I didn't see him. I will pray for all the Youngs today," Van Dale sighed. "I do not believe for a second that Millicent could be a witch. Get him out of here."

Some of the gathered townspeople began to talk. "I hear strange sounds coming from her home at night," one whispered. "She was stricken with grief from the loss of her husband. Maybe Satan was her only comfort," and even "The Pastor is an old friend of Millicent. He is blind to her wrongdoings."

"Silence, everyone! I will not have the reputation of being soft on the doings of Satan. No one will say that Hieronymus Van Dale ever let witchcraft even threaten the town of Warren. I'll lead the charge myself you people want me to! God forgive me."