Nimue heard Maric and she also heard the women around her. Their murmurs reached loud vocals with in just heartbeats of her tossing back her cloak,<br/><br/>"Who is that girl?"<br/><br/>"She isn't anyone that I know and I know everyone!"<br/><br/>"Look at her clothes. Isn't she one of the whores from the hill?"<br/><br/>The one girl who was looking at Maric as if he were a piece of meat and she a wolf, crowded closer to her, pinching her.<br/><br/>"A witch. There is a witch amongst us. She rode in on the dragon. Sir Maric is at her mercy. Quick, we must rescue him,"<br/><br/>The crowd began to surge around them. A fat pasty faced priest pushed his way through the crowd, tossing aside whomever stood in his way. He stood nose to nose with Nimue and demanded to know who she was and where she came from.<br/><br/>"I'm Nimue, once the smith's wife. I hail from Glastonbury where I once served in the Lord's house as a kitchen maid." she answered truthfully if not fully. "I am not a witch. I'm just a serving girl."