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'Kate!' Your father roars. 'Where have you been, girl? It's suppertime and the villagers have been trying to accuse us of witchcraft all day!'

Uh-oh. You forgotten to get the bread for supper, and you may well be beaten with a birch-rod.

'Well, Kate, you have the bread, I assume? Or perhaps there is something you'd like to tell me?' You can see your father reading your mind, and he's edging toward the birch-rod.

'Please, father,' you plead desperately. 'I've been with the old alchemist.'