“Murdered. She murdered her.” A single crystal goblet sailed across the room shattering into a thousand shimmering pieces against the stone wall.
“Yes, my lady.” Beneath the decorative blue and red uniform, the witch could see the monkey’s tail quivering. Good, he should be afraid.
“And you say they cheered.” One green hand closed into a tight fist at the witch’s side.
“They cheered and then gifted the house girl with the slippers.” The witch stopped and her head slowly turned toward the guard.
“Get out.” The order grated past her lips. The monkey began to move but not quickly enough.
“Get Out!” With his tail tucked protectively beneath his robes, the monkey sprinted the rest of the way.
“I’ll get you and your little dog too,” the witch said and meant it.