CAUTION! THIS IS A LEGACY VERSION WHICH HAS NOT BEEN REVISED OR UPDATED SINCE March 2019.
THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF JERICHO TIBBS!
Concept date: 133th August, 2017
First published: 26th October, 2017Status: COMPLETED.
Version: STANDARD.
Age recommendation: 15+
Average Reading Time: Approximately 30 Minutes.
Age recommendation: 15+
Average Reading Time: Approximately 30 Minutes.
Revisions: 3. [Last Edit: March 2019]
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Human Time: 1371AD-772AH
Human Time: 1371AD-772AH
Mission: 889154 - 8 - 3864
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| "THE DUNMORE WITCH TRIALS." |
MISSION SUMMARY: "A young woman in Medieval England is accused of witchcraft - apparently she has visions of the future which come true. But the King's special Herald; Sir Henry Barfield [the younger] believes she could prove useful for the King's wars with France and Scotland - her gift could change the current Human Time-Line and Mr. Tibbs must investigate - but who does the girl really serve?"
NOTES: This episode contains strong language and horror with very strong sexual references. It is the original published version of this episode without updates.
1. NOT GOOD NEWS
Lord Arthur Osborne sat at his grand table with both hands placed upon his head of grey hair, eyes closed and breathed several times quite deeply; “Damnation and plague!” He muttered and then looked up at Alwyn, his Welsh sergeant-at-arms and shook his head, then slumped back into the large chair.
Alwyn shifted his feet and gripped his helmet as he swung it gently from side to side – his other hand was fixed tightly on the hilt of his sword. He really had not wished to inform his master of such events. Alwyn knew what would happen; if word spread of the story and it reached the wrong ears in the High Church.
“They will send a fucking witch-finder to my villages! Do you know what that will mean?” Lord Arthur rose slowly from his chair and walked to the fireplace. He stood staring at the flames for some moments; remembering what he had witnessed as a younger man nearly twenty years ago. Sometimes, as he watched the fire flickering in its grate, he could still see, hear and smell that terrible day.
The screaming young girl dragged to her funeral pyre - but still alive. Arthur had watched as they chained her to the stake; sobbing hysterically and asking what she had done wrong. Then calling for her mother and father, calling for mercy, calling for God.
But none heard her plea and the fire was started.
The flames grew quickly from the wood and brush piled about the base of the stake and the girl was soon coughing from the thick smoke, between screams, as the flames crept up her legs with increasing ferocity, then the guards threw fresh timber upon the fire.
The roaring flames burst open her skin, her eyes now black and burnt, she was plunged into darkness and she could scream no more. The heat was shrivelling her long dark hair and her flesh was melting; then her stomach came away, tumbling from her twitching body' smoking and hissing, it dropped into the roaring fire.
He had turned away after that, but the noise behind him seemed to make everything worse.
Mistress Alice Hornside had died at the stake; aged fourteen, found guilty of ‘witchcraft’. It still made the old Knight shudder to this day. Now another two girls stand accused of the same practise – and both from a village under his Stewardship. His master, The Earl of Whitestock, was a stupidly pious man who believed every word that poured from the pulpit; he had already given nearly a quarter of his land to the bloodsucking church authorities, in the hope of buying indulgences for his sins. Lord Arthur spat into the fire and slammed his hands together and sighed.
The first girl accused; Mistress Ruth Blacksmith [nee Humblestone] was seventeen and had been married only a few months to the Blacksmith’s son. A dull, silly little thing whose only ambition in life was to bake the perfect pie – but she kept an unguarded tongue and upset the wrong people in the village; especially other women. Probably only guilty of being an idiot who didn’t know when to shut her mouth; Lord Arthur allowed himself a smile over that.
But the other girl was a different matter; Mistress Mary Whitefoot was an intelligent and clever young girl, probably not more that fifteen years old and considered the beauty of the village. She could read and write – just like her mother had done so. That damn Priest, Father Richard had been hanging about the Whitefoot’s farm for some time, with little excuse, until he found a couple of books in a language he couldn't read and some strange objects he could not understand, in Mary’s room – the prick immediately shouted; “The Devil’s work!”
Then of course, the dreams or visions that came upon the young girl at certain times. The last one, about a donkey found dead on the Church steps had come true – two weeks after prophesied. Then Old man Sommer’s collapse and death on the road to York and the Raven’s picking at his dead flesh; another true vision.
Little wonder the Priest had called the girl out as a witch – the fucking ignorant bastard! But Lord Arthur could not see the girl go the stake – he had made a blood promise to her mother at the child’s birth; to protect her and her incredible gift - as did old Henry Barfield
He sipped some wine and offered a goblet to Alwyn, who downed it in one swig and wiped his mouth – wine had never been more needed! Lord Arthur gripped Alwyn by the shoulder and smiled; “Take a couple of men and gallop hard and fast to Barfield castle and ask Sir Henry Barfield to come here – with some haste. I and his father have history; he will not refuse such a request.”
Alwyn nodded, then bowed and departed swiftly for Barfield castle and an audience with the King’s Special Herald. Old Lord Barfield and Lord Arthur had fought together in the King’s French war and again, when subduing Scottish raiders in the war of the Boarder’s. It is said they owed each other, their lives more than once – they were ‘blood brothers’ in the real sense of the term and very close old friends.
Sir Henry Barfield, old Lord Barfield’s son and heir, was the King’s ‘Special Herald’ and one of the King’s most trusted men. In later times, his role would have many titles; but all concerned matters of intelligence and information for the Government of the time – in this century, the King was that government.
Lord Arthur called for his house Steward; Peter and told him to make haste to the gaol, where the two girls had been incarcerated, in chains. The message to the Jailer was simple; no torture – yet. He gave Peter some coins for the Jailer’s troubles and obedience, then sat before the fire and planned.
2. THE BARFIELDS.
Old Henry Barfield sat upon a stool in the antechamber to the Great Hall and rubbed his crippled hand gently; the fingers were bending like a claw and in winter months: decidedly painful. “Not much use on the King’s battlefield’s now or to squeeze a buxom wench’s tit.” He spoke softly to his son and chuckled. Young Henry smiled at his father and sipped wine, watching Alwyn and his men bowing low as they entered the chamber.
Both men were silent as Alwyn outlined the message from his master, when he finished speaking Old Henry Barfield sat quietly for a further few minutes, then asked; “Lord Arthur is sure that the second accused is Mary Whitefoot the younger?”
Alwyn nodded, wiping the sweat and dirt of the road from his face with a rag; “Yes my Lord, it’s the younger girl of that name. I understand she’s named after her dead mother.”
Old Henry Barfield shifted his weight and young Henry helped his father rise from the stool and limp to the warmth of the fireplace. He could see the strange look upon his father’s face, and he whispered; “Who is this girl and what is she to us and Lord Arthur?” Old Henry never noticed the insincerity in his son's voice; young Henry knew Mary Whitefoot better than his father could ever imagine.
Old Henry patted his son’s shoulder and smiled; “Get these men some food and drink; they have ridden hard all night and part of the morning. Let them catch some sleep before you return with them.”
Young Henry nodded and gave the order to servants, who scattered to fetch food and bedding for the guests. Before Alwyn left the chamber, old Henry asked him one last question; he knew about the accused, but who were the accusers?
“For Mistress Humblestone, its Fletcher, who runs the ‘Bear and Dog’ tavern; and for Mistress Whitefoot.....” Alwyn hesitated, taking a breath and then finished; “The Priest, Father Richard.” He saw the expression change on both the Henry’s faces.
“That snivelling little piece of dog shit!” Old Henry muttered; “He that thinks so well of himself and knows donkey crap about God and life!” He slumped back down on the stool and tapped his son’s shoulder; “The Tavern owner can be dealt with, but the Priest must be handled carefully – he has the Bishop’s ear and they are both dangerous imbeciles!”
Young Henry was surprised by the priest being named as Mary's accuser, but did not show it. "What is that silly bastard playing at." He whispered and stared at the fire burning in the ornate grate.
Young Henry dismissed Alwyn and his companions and when the chamber was empty, apart from his father, he pulled up a stool and sat near old Henry, who gripped his shoulder tightly with his good hand and placed his mouth close to his son’s ear. “The girl must be saved. I will not allow the Master's gift to be burnt by ignorant fools. You must save her and bring her to safely, for her visions come true – just like her mother and down the generations of Whitefoot women; but always and only, the first born daughter receives the gift.”
Old Henry straightened and smiled; “Her mother was a beauty, a real beauty. Arthur and I attended her deathbed and promised to protect the child – always. We owed her that, for all she gave us.” He rose slowly and swayed a little, as the memories flooded back. He glanced at young Henry and wondered about confessing to him that Mary Whitefoot's mother was also his blood mother - not the late Lady Alice, who gave old Henry nothing but a cold bed and cold sex to match.
“I can still see her running through the woods, barefoot, hair streaming and laughing. She told Arthur and me many things – some good and some bad. But what she imparted to us gave me this castle and Arthur’s Manor and estates. When we joined the old King’s army we were just soldiers of no note, two years later we were Knights!” He grinned, folding his arms around himself as the
wonderful days of his past appeared before him.
Old Henry had no idea, that his son knew far more about young Mary Whitefoot that he could ever imagine. The pair had been lovers on many occasions and young Henry was surprised that Mary had not become with child. He knew that his father had fathered two bastard children by maid servants over the years - despite his age - both by force it was rumoured. 'like father, like son' he thought and smiled.
Old Henry turned and whispered closely again to his son’s ear: “Imagine the King’s Herald coming into information about the hereafter; the future. What favours and riches will a grateful King heap upon such a man?”
"I understand fully Father.” Young Henry said simply and helped the old man to the Great Hall for warmth and food, then set about preparations for the ride to Lord Arthur’s Manor. In the solitude of his private chambers, Henry collected a bag of silver and gold pieces and from the secret place, he recovered the book. No bigger than a sword hilt and bound in dark leather, he hid the book in his secret pocket and knew that, if it was ever found; torture and the gallows – if he was lucky!
3. JOHN NORMAN AND THE PRIEST.
Henry had sent his trusted servant; Fieldman, to fetch John Norman from the tavern, where he had rooms and board. He would have need of John’s skill and loyalty in this matter – the man hardly spoke; but then his bow and dagger did the talking for him.
Henry had sent his trusted servant; Fieldman, to fetch John Norman from the tavern, where he had rooms and board. He would have need of John’s skill and loyalty in this matter – the man hardly spoke; but then his bow and dagger did the talking for him.
A small, but powerful man, John Norman had no love for the Church, Priests or Bishop’s – he despised them all. He was well travelled for a man of his times; it was said, that he crossed the Holy lands and received instruction from various Arab mystics and Teachers. The rumour was; that the Church had accused his young wife of being a Heretic, she was Muslim by birth, but had converted to marry him. That mattered not to the Church official’s and the corrupt Magistrate; they found her guilty and she was burnt to death in the town square.
John Norman walked away from that town of fanatic’s and disappeared – but not before killing the two priests and the magistrate that pronounced the deadly verdict. That was some years ago, and the incident had turned into legend and rumour – a story recounted in Tavern’s and around camp fires. John had also changed for the stories; he was now almost a giant with red eyes, who could crush a skull with one hand – so he now passed totally unnoticed amongst the villages and towns.
He had found shelter and protection with the Barfields and he repaid their kindness with total loyalty. You did not cross John Norman unless you meant to kill him – because he would kill you any way he could. He took council from only three people; Lord Arthur Osborne and Lord Henry Barfield – and by blood default; Young Henry.
That afternoon, Young Sir Henry, John Norman, Alwyn and his companions, with six other men at arms, left Barfield Castle for the Witch Trials at Dunmore village. Some distance behind the group, which was disappearing into the forest, rode a single horseman; he raised an arm to old Henry in salute and vanished into the thick foliage, only notable because of his size and a beautiful, but deadly, black hilted sword that hung at his side.
Old Lord Barfield watched the departure with some satisfaction and hoped that interfering bastard Jericho Tibbs didn’t stumble upon the story of the Dunmore Witches and show up. He flexed both hands and gripped his wine goblet; that fucking idiot Father Richard was a liability now and their future together must now come to an end - despite their past.
He had heard from the crone, Meg the washerwoman, [one of his informants in the village] all about the Priest's pursuit of young Mary and her steadfast refusal to have anything to do with him. "Hell have no fury like a love sick bastard who has been spurned." He whispered and sipped his wine, now convinced he had made the right decision about the Priest.
He sat before the fire and cursed. The loss of his little notebook weighed upon his mind; someone had discovered its hiding place and stole the book. He hoped that the thieving bastard would not understand what it contained. If it had fallen into wrong hands, then it could bring big trouble to the Barfield's dynasty he was creating. He had arranged the marriage of his only son and heir - with the King's permission - to Lady Katherine Talport; who was from a landed and wealthy family. "The fucking start of something great and my master will be pleased." He said openly, then looked around - but the chamber was empty.
Old Henry Barfield suddenly jumped to his feet and gave a little dance - the infirmities of his apparent old age fell away and he laughed out loud. He thought about the young kitchen maid with big breasts and smiled; the stupid little bitch will share his bed - willing or not and headed for the kitchens.
Father Richard sorted through the dirty coins and counted four pence in total; he was happy with that. He could give two pennies to Mistress Gwen for her Housekeeping [the Priest’s cook/cleaner], send a whole penny to keep favour with Bishop Charles and spend the rest in Fletcher’s tavern – maybe even have some entertainment with that young trollop Lizzy’s tuppence [her vagina]. He always did enjoy her strong thighs and soft mouth - despite the cost.
He sipped his cider and reflected that it had been a good Sunday Mass collection and the evening looks even better. He smiled broadly to himself; and he had that little bitch in the gaol – she can burn for her sins and love of the ‘Dark Prince’ - the irony of that made the priest chuckle loudly to himself, well; that's what she will officially die for and not for spitting in his face and refusing to fuck with him.
The priest relaxed in the high backed chair and found life was quite pleasant in the village of Dunmore and watched the sun set through the small window of his house, and at the silhouette of his church [St. James the lesser] against the fading sun. Father Richard heard something behind him and turned, placing his leather tankard down upon the rough wooden table.
He was already dead; as his flaccid body slid from the chair and crumpled upon the dirty floor, through his throat was a thin metal skewer. His eyes were wide open and his mouth contorted in a scream that was silent. The candle upon the table flickered and died too; from the draft caused by the door quietly shutting behind the assassin – the grubby four pennies lay untouched upon the table and Jeb the Collector persuaded the shocked soul of the late Father Richard to go towards the light.
“I didn’t even see him!” Father Richard spluttered and coughed as the Collector gripped his arm and spoke quietly; “You don’t have to worry about any of that – I’ll take you before the Duty death Angel and she will review your human time and decide what happens next.”
Father Richard wiped his face with shaking hands and whispered; “There will be a judgement of me?” He asked and when the Collector nodded: yes, he threw up his hands and shouted; “Oh God, please forgive me!” The Collector smiled to himself and knew that there would be little forgiveness from Angel Margret, for this man who liked little girls and boys and the pain and horror he had inflicted upon so many – there also was several murders to explain – of old men, women and even very young children.
The Collector already knew where the late Father Richard’s soul was heading and he smiled broadly as they walked towards the door of Margret; the Duty Death Angel.
His body was found by Mistress Gwen when she returned from her daughters later that evening. Most of the village turned out upon her screams for help and many crowded in and around the Priests house to view the body. Big Harold [The Blacksmith] told his youngest son to fetch Lord Arthur Osborne and particularly his visitor; the Kings Special Herald – he would know how to handle this situation; the foul murder of a Priest in his own home.
Big Harold also knew that the Church authorities would send the Inquisition to investigate the priest’s death, and it would be better for all concerned [mainly the villagers] that someone like the Kings Herald was on the scene. He glanced towards the old gaol and crossed himself; the two girls were now likely to face the Inquisition and not just the local Magistrate and that would mean terrible torture before they reached the flames – the Inquisition found no-one ‘Innocent’.
Sir Henry viewed the body and the scene of the killing with great interest and much trepidation; for like big Harold, he knew that the Inquisition would now be involved and the rescue of young Mistress Whitefoot had become urgent.
John Norman was searching the body on his orders as soldiers kept the villager’s outside - apart from Mistress Gwen and her sister Alice; the two old women would prepare the Priest for burial - Mistress Alice had already fetched a clean sheet, for a shroud, from the Church laundry.
His body was placed upon the Church Alter and was stripped for washing and dressing in his burial sheet. That’s when the two women called for Sir Henry with great urgency in their voices. Sir Henry stared down at the naked body of the late Priest and exchanged a knowing look with John Norman.
Across the priest’s chest was tattooed a crude wolf’s head: the symbol of the ‘Wolf Border Reviver's tribe’ – one of the worst raiders along the Scottish/ English border. They robbed, raped and murdered for almost ten years before being smashed by the army of the Scottish King. Many had avoided the hangman and fled south to England – apparently ‘Father Richard’ had escaped by joining the Church; cleverly concealing his terrible past.
Sir Henry rubbed his chin and spoke softly to John Norman; “Maybe someone knew more about the damn priest than Father Richard suspected?”
John Norman nodded and pointed out three old wounds upon the dead priest; “They look like old sword wounds, cauterised by hot irons.” But it was it was the mark about the neck that caught Sir Henry’s eye ; it was clear some kind of necklace had been worn there – for many years, by the colourisation of the skin in a smooth line.
“Why did the killer leave the coins but take the necklace, if robbery was the motive?” John Norman asked and Sir Henry had no immediate answer - well, none that he would impart to John - for now. His hand ran about the collar of his shirt and touched the necklace that lay there. "Some bastard knows the worth of it and what it means." He whispered, but the pair were interrupted by Alwyn calling from the doorway; “My Lord, Edward the Blacksmiths oldest son has disappeared!”
Sir Henry sighed and said quietly to John Norman; “The boy is married to Ruth, the other accused girl.” They left the pair of old women to finish dressing the dead priest for his grave and stood in the warm evening sunshine. The villagers had gathered in small groups with the murder of Father Richard and the disappearance of the Blacksmith’s son the major talking points.
"It doesn’t make sense John, the priest had not accused the Blacksmith’s daughter-in-law – it was Fletcher, the tavern owner that did that – so why would the boy kill the priest?” Sir Henry walked slowly towards the gaol with John Norman following; hand firmly on his sword hilt. Sir Henry told Alwyn to fetch the Blacksmith for questioning about his son.
Old John Floorcat unlocked the heavy door of the small jail and bowed towards Sir Henry; “This way my Lord. I’ve had orders to keep them chained and no visitors until your arrival.” The only light was from old John’s small lamp and a little barred window, high in the ceiling. “They have had some bread and cheese with a little beer – Lord Osborne paid for that.” The smelly old cripple added with a toothless grin – he had enjoyed the morning; exposing his limp and diseased cock to the young girls and making them touch it for a drink of water.
Ruth lay on the muddy floor which was covered with some straw, sobbing and whispering to herself, whilst Mary Whitefoot sat in the corner and said nothing. She looked up at Sir Henry and pushed her long dark hair back – but did not smile. “From the shouts and screams outside, I understand that the damn priest has finally encountered justice. Good.” Mary slowly rose from the filthy floor and adjusted her dress and apron – as best as her chains allowed.
Sir Henry pressed close towards the cage and spoke softly: “Everything is being done; we need to get you out before the Inquisition arrives – the killing of Father Richard hasn’t helped.”
Mary nodded and whispered with her voice full of fear; ” The priest is still dangerous; make sure you place many heavy stones upon his corpse when buried and do not leave his body unattended before that. He was in league with some very evil people.”
Sir Henry smiled, a little puzzled by her words; “Don’t worry Mary, the priest can hurt no-one anymore.” But Mary shook her head and whispered again; “Be careful Sir Henry, the priest has never been what he seems and he served a master who is dark and powerful. Remember; make sure his body is buried deep and weighed down with heavy stone.” She then slumped back down upon the dirty floor and stared at Ruth, who had rolled into a ball and was groaning loudly. She knew that a minion of her master would seize the opportunity to re-animate the dead Priest - if given the chance - to bring a little terror to the followers of the so called 'one God'.
“That girl needs out of here before she loses what’s left of her mind.” John Norman gestured towards Ruth and sighed. He had seen enough of the Church’s ‘benevolence towards women – young and old – and the horrors they inflicted in the name of a loving Christ. Sir Henry turned to old John and asked about the priest’s reputation in the village.
The old man grinned, showing yellow and missing teeth, and wiped snot from his nose and chin with the sleeve of his grubby shirt and chuckled; “The priest loved that trollop Lizzy’s tuppence more than the church!”
Sir Henry grunted and pushed a couple of silver sixpences into the old man’s hand; “Make sure they get food, drink and blankets for the night or you’ll be explaining to me or John Norman.” Sir Henry smiled and the old man nodded; he knew John Norman’s reputation for killing and young Henry had the ear of the King – the life of an old cripple counted for nothing; except to the old cripple himself! – Sir Henry would be obeyed. He followed the pair from the cell and smiled - gripping the coins - still, he would make the girls show their tits and tuppence's for the food. He almost laughed, but held it back until the visitors were gone.
The pair left the jail and already Sir Henry had a plan in mind, but he needed to speak to Lord Osborne and that could be achieved over dinner at the Manor House. Alwyn pushed big Harold before him and Sir Henry learnt that no-one had seen Edward [Ruth’s husband] since yesterday, but the Blacksmith informed him that the priest had received two visitors the day he accused Mary - they looked like soldiers; everyone thought they could be mercenaries as they spoke in Irish. It was known that the King was recruiting such men for his wars with France and Scotland. They had left the same afternoon on the York road – their destination unknown.
“They were pagans!” The Blacksmith spat the words out, adding; “They were black hearted devil worshippers and the priest did nothing about them. They drank in Fletcher’s tavern and enjoyed that trollop Lizzy for sixpence – and the priest calls out two young girls instead of real evil. He and Fletcher were close; like snakes in the same hole!” Big Harold did not shield his words and Sir Henry and John Norman could hear the truth when spoken. The Blacksmith was allowed to return to his shop and continue the urgent and most needed repairs of the village scythes – the harvest was due.
A search for young Edward was ordered and Sir Henry retired to the Manor House for rest and food after standing soldiers at the Church doors to guard the priest’s body – as Mary had insisted upon. Father Richard would be buried in his own Church yard the following noontime. Sir Henry now believed there was a real connection between the priest and Fletcher; it clearly centred on the accusations made against the girls by that pair – but why?
Fletcher would be brought before him tomorrow and the young whore Lizzy also will be questioned, particularly about the two Irish soldiers and their visit to the priest. “I bet it wasn’t about converting to the true faith!” John Norman chuckled and like Sir Henry, retired for the night.
5. DEATH IN THE DARK WOODS.
“He died at the right time and place Mister Tibbs; except with no soul to collect.” Yuri the Collector closed his Soul Ledger and smiled at Jericho and Owen. He stepped back from the mortal remains of young Edward Blacksmith and folded his arms.
Jericho looked down at the body, partly stripped with the skull crushed. The murdering thieves had taken everything of value including his boots and the little crucifix he wore about his neck – a gift from his late mother. “There are no traces of a Minion from the ‘Dark Side’ about, which means he had already traded his Soul."
Owen tapped his mirror; "Demon Ingress have reported that a demon's presence was reported here some two human years ago and that a young girls soul was collected from a gathering of 'Devil Worshippers at that time." He looked quite grim and Jericho asked him to continue. "Well the collector reported that the young girl had been raped and murdered by five men and two women during a Black magic ritual. He called for detectives because there was a strong presence of a Minion detected."
Jericho looked up from his own mirror and nodded; "The demon was given two souls for his master; this boy's and one of the women - Mary Whitefoot. The ‘Dark Prince’ really looked after them.” Jericho spoke with some contempt in his voice and looked about, adding; "They sold their souls cheaply, the boy for un-ending sexual stamina and attraction to women; the girl received the power of prophecy - just like her mother did when she sold hers - two generations of women, all devil followers for the same power."
Through the trees and dark foliage he could make out a small derelict tower at the edge of the woods. “What do we know about that place Owen?” He asked and Owen pulled his mirror out and read about ‘Lepers Leap’ – a small stone tower used by lepers as a refuge and sometimes as a place of suicide – over the years, several of the poor, suffering creatures had jumped to the relief of death from its dark walls. "It's also used for the Devil's rituals. "Owen added and placed his mirror in a coat pocket.
"Can you think of a better place to worship the 'Dark One'?" Jericho sighed and nodded for Yuri to depart. They said goodbye to Yuri, who had handed the case of the missing soul over to the temporal Detectives and now continued to collect others.
“Where’s the nearest human habitation?” Jericho also asked and Owen pointed south; “Some five miles down that dirt road is the village of Dunmore with some two hundred inhabitants in this year of 1371.” He glanced down at his mirror and smiled; “It’s famous for black magic, witches, Satan Worship and having very few deaths from the Black Plague, oh, and a little cake called the ‘Dunmore Half Crown.” Owen grinned, but Jericho rubbed his chin and thought hard.
“The village of Dunmore is ringing a bell in my head – why?” Jericho said quietly and Owen again consulted his mirror; “In this very year they held the famous ‘Dunmore Witch Trials’ during which, legend has it, the devil himself put in an appearance!” Owen laughed, and then grinned broadly as the pair was joined by Alex and Wilson.
Jericho rubbed his chin again; "Owen, put in a call to Human Records and find the names of the other Devil Worshippers who were there, the night the girl was killed." He had read the report on the Priest's death - who had claimed to follow the Devil, but still possessed his soul when killed. "I think the dead priest may be the key to this; he apparently ran with the Devil's crowd but kept a good grip on his own soul - interesting that." He smiled at Alex and Wilson; "What have you got Alexandra?"
Through the trees and dark foliage he could make out a small derelict tower at the edge of the woods. “What do we know about that place Owen?” He asked and Owen pulled his mirror out and read about ‘Lepers Leap’ – a small stone tower used by lepers as a refuge and sometimes as a place of suicide – over the years, several of the poor, suffering creatures had jumped to the relief of death from its dark walls. "It's also used for the Devil's rituals. "Owen added and placed his mirror in a coat pocket.
"Can you think of a better place to worship the 'Dark One'?" Jericho sighed and nodded for Yuri to depart. They said goodbye to Yuri, who had handed the case of the missing soul over to the temporal Detectives and now continued to collect others.
“Where’s the nearest human habitation?” Jericho also asked and Owen pointed south; “Some five miles down that dirt road is the village of Dunmore with some two hundred inhabitants in this year of 1371.” He glanced down at his mirror and smiled; “It’s famous for black magic, witches, Satan Worship and having very few deaths from the Black Plague, oh, and a little cake called the ‘Dunmore Half Crown.” Owen grinned, but Jericho rubbed his chin and thought hard.
“The village of Dunmore is ringing a bell in my head – why?” Jericho said quietly and Owen again consulted his mirror; “In this very year they held the famous ‘Dunmore Witch Trials’ during which, legend has it, the devil himself put in an appearance!” Owen laughed, and then grinned broadly as the pair was joined by Alex and Wilson.
Jericho rubbed his chin again; "Owen, put in a call to Human Records and find the names of the other Devil Worshippers who were there, the night the girl was killed." He had read the report on the Priest's death - who had claimed to follow the Devil, but still possessed his soul when killed. "I think the dead priest may be the key to this; he apparently ran with the Devil's crowd but kept a good grip on his own soul - interesting that." He smiled at Alex and Wilson; "What have you got Alexandra?"
Alex tapped her mirror and said quietly; “There was a breech in the Time-Line for this place in the year 1342, two humans crossed over from 1997, it was a natural tear in the Time fabric. Inspector Stella Longstreet investigated, but nothing major changed from the original time settings. They must have hid themselves quite well and no return has been shown yet.” Then Alex hesitated; "The records have just been updated - someone crossed over to this year from Scotland in 1747. That was NOT a natural tear. Human records are tracing the object used and should be able to name the human - eventually."
Jericho nodded; “Well I think it’s time for a little daytrip to Dunmore and say hello to the witches, devil worshippers and some well disguised Time-travellers!”
The small band of pilgrims who were travelling to York arrived in the village that afternoon; a wealthy merchant, his widowed sister and her young maid, a young Silversmith apprentice and a Christian Moor whose appearance frightened everyone except John Norman and Young Henry Barfield.
Young Ruth Hall was thoroughly enjoying the adventure; playing Lady Alex's maid and being able to chat with Owen for hours on the road. Wilson was dressed as a Christian Moor; a merchant of slaves and silks commissioned by the King of Castillo to trade with England. Owen was smartly dressed as a Silversmith's apprentice and was travelling to York Minister to represent his master at the trade fairs there.
Jericho really did look impressive, dressed in a Merchant's finery and riding a white mare, while Alex looked stunning, dressed up as a lady of quality and heading to York with her brother, to re-join their family, after being widowed.
The temporal detectives really did look the part!
Owen was driving the waggon with the body of young Edward blacksmith, wrapped tightly with rags and laid in the rear, amongst the luggage and trade fair items. Ruth sat next to him, watching the two black horses straining, as they progressed towards the village, over the muddy track that called itself the 'York Road'.
Alex was riding side-saddle upon her pony and chatting to her 'brother', whilst Wilson, astride a magnificent black stallion, was at the rear and keeping a close eye on the woods that surround the so-called 'York Road'. He had already told the others about the horseman in the woods; a dark clad figure that kept its distance from the travelling party - staying well back in the woods, but clearly keeping a close eye on them and the village.
The village was in uproar, as the party arrived outside Fletcher's tavern and Jericho asked Fletcher what the commotion was all about, as he appeared, bowing low, to welcome his unexpected guests.
"Never seen anything like it My Lord; the accused young witch Mary simply vanished from the jail, leaving her leg irons still locked together and a stout padlock, unbroken on her cell door!" He gripped Jericho's reins and added; "The body of the murdered priest was stolen off the church alter and has disappeared - and the Blacksmith's young son has vanished."
Jericho asked for the boys description and when Fletcher had detailed his looks; Jericho showed him the body they found by the old leper's Tower. Fletcher stared at the body without emotion and said; "I'll fetch his father; he'll want to thank you Sir, for bringing the boy home." Sarah, Fletcher's serving girl, showed the travelling party their rooms and bought food and drink.
It wasn't long before Sir Henry Barfield [the younger] and John Norman appeared at the tavern to look over the visitors. Everyone chatted politely and quietly, with Jericho buying them some drinks and inviting them to eat. But the pair said their thanks and departed; they were on the trail of the Priest's murderer and escaped witch - apparently.
Young Henry seemed most reluctant to part from Lady Alex and kissed her hand upon leaving. Owen sighed and whispered to Wilson; "Another moth heads for the flame." They both chuckled, until they saw the look Alex gave the pair.
In a quite corner of the almost empty tavern, Jericho and Alex consulted their mirrors regarding young Sir Henry Barfield and John Norman. Sir Henry [the younger] was shown as a Devil's follower and complicit in the murder and rape of two young girls, during black magic rituals. He birth was recorded in 1347 and his mother was the same mother as young Mary Whitefoot, who she birthed in 1356.
Jericho nodded; "So young Henry and Mary are brother and sister - yet Old Sir Henry presented the boy as a son by his wife Lady Alice - but not the girl. Interesting that." The mirror also informed them, that John Norman was a certain William De Lancey - a former English knight who had deserted his King and God; he now ran with the dark side.
But it was the lack of entries, for old Sir Henry that troubled Jericho; it normally indicated one thing - that he was a time-traveller himself. A discrete chat with Fletcher confirmed young Henry's birth some 24 years previously. "I think we may have found the time-traveller; his father." Jericho said quietly and both Alex and Wilson agreed. They would have to update Records, so that when he dies in this era; a collection can be scheduled. But they could find no record of a birth, in the name of Sir Henry Barfield - the older one. "Now that's a fucking big red flag - right there." Wilson muttered and Jericho took note of that.
Fletcher also confirmed that Sir Henry Senior took over the castle in 1350, as a reward for services to the King. Then Fletcher, quite unknowingly, told Jericho something very important; that his father [Fletcher's] had said that Henry Barfield had appeared in the village with a young woman - who was Mary Whitefoot's mother - in 1342 - she was supposedly a widow and married a local farmer; George Whitefoot and birthed a baby boy some years later, followed by the girl - apparently the boy had died as an infant.
But Human records informed Jericho that, at the time, it was claimed the boy died as an infant - there was no such dispatch [death] recorded - the child had actually lived. Jericho already knew the answer to that mystery.
Old Henry and Arthur became friends and allies, - they pair went to war together and made their fortunes together. Now both rich and powerful, they kept a firm grip on the people and land they had been given by the King.
"I strongly suspect that Old Sir Henry is behind all this devil worship and we know that the Whitefoot women all accepted the gift of prophecy from the 'Dark Prince'. So old Henry probably came from 1997 with Mary's mother, as the other person who crossed over." Jericho muttered and sipped his ale quietly.
But their discussions were disturbed by Owen, suddenly standing and heading for the doorway and he didn't look happy; "The fucking Inquisition has arrived from York." Alex sadly shook her head; "That poor bloody girl." was all she said - everyone agreed with that.
They stood by the doorway and watched as several foot soldiers appeared, being lead by a Knight in dull armour, bearing the crest of the Arch-Bishop of York. Three waggons followed and more walking men - servants and bodyguards of the Royal Magistrate who would hear the case against young Mistress Blacksmith and the Witchfinder; Father William of Doncaster Abbey.
Jericho turned away and sat back down; "That bastard Father William has butchered over a dozen innocent women and girls - he has a place waiting in quarantine for him already."
Fletcher appeared looking anxious and afraid; "I'm sorry my Lord, but I must have your rooms for the Arch-Bishops men. I'm so sorry my Lord." He handed back the coins that Jericho had paid him earlier; he couldn't apologise enough.
Jericho smiled; "The Ladies can sleep in the wagon, whilst I and my companions can find our own beds - we're use to sleeping where we can - if necessary." He slapped Fletcher on the shoulder and gave him a silver sixpence for his troubles - which was greatly appreciated.
The little party of 'Merchants' left the tavern and returned to their wagon and horses. They watched the Royal Magistrate striding into Lord Osbornes Manor house and the Witchfinder headed straight for the jail with two big, evil looking servants. They also watched the gathering villagers bowing at the pair and crossing themselves. "All we need now is for the Dark One to drop by and join in the fun." Wilson whispered to Alex and made himself scarce - they would be drawn to the big African like bees to honey - so no point in drawing too much unwanted attention to the Temporal Detectives - but little wonder John Norman had also departed.
6. TORTURE AND THE DEVIL'S VISIT.
After a rough night sleeping in the wagon, Alex and her 'maid' young Ruth were washing up in the tavern; the girls were chatting about Jericho and the boys sleeping under the wagon, particularly the snoring that came from Wilson, when they heard the first screams.
They both went outside and realised that the screaming was coming from the jail; they stood horrified as one of the Witchfinders men appeared at the jail's doorway and emptied a basin of bloody water onto the ground and went back inside - the screaming continued until midday and then stopped.
Most of the village had gathered outside the jail in almost silence, Jericho and his team stood by the tavern talking in whispers, grim faced and feeling impotent. The Witchfinder; Father William appeared with blood stained sleeves rolled up and declared; "Mistress Blacksmith has confessed to witchcraft and carnal knowledge with Satan himself!"
The declaration was met with almost silence and many villagers simply walked away, the Blacksmith [still in mourning for his son] stood, arms folded, by the village well and said nothing. Those who had remained, now witnessed Mistress Blacksmith being taken before the Magistrate - this sight actually moved Alex and Ruth to tears and they simply had to turn away.
Two guards dragged the strangely quiet girl with ropes; she couldn't walk having had both feet broken and she had been whipped and branded with pokers. Mistress Blacksmith had been repeatedly raped and beaten for most of the night and finally confessed to whatever the Witchfinder demanded.
The 'confession' was read aloud to the Magistrate and he announced the sentence; death by burning at the stake the following noon day. Those villages who waited around for the verdict crossed themselves and went home - that night, the village was quiet as a graveyard. But the tavern was packed; with the magistrates and witchfinders men celebrating - the young whore Lizzy was doing quite a trade.
Owen reported to the team, what Human records had pulled up about the Devil Worshippers, who had killed and raped the young girl with the blacksmith's son and young Mary Whitefoot present. He spoke softly; "There were five men present; Old Henry Barfied and his son, Edward Blacksmith, Fletcher the Tavern owner and you will love this, that bastard; Father William - the so called Witch Finder!"
Alex angrily interrupted; "What a fucking hypocritical lying bastard!" Everyone was surprised by her language - but not her reaction to the news. Owen nodded and continued; "The other woman present was none other than Ruth Blacksmith's mother; Elizabeth Humblestone! - now that is some interesting combination, considering Fletcher called out her daughter, who was the wife of another member of the group."
"Maybe Ruth didn't want any part, of what her husband and mother indulged in. A free-for-all orgy normally takes place after such an initiation." Jericho said without any emotion. "She could have been a real danger to the group and to end any fears of being revealed, they had Fletcher call her out as a witch - her so called husband had already taken two other girls as mistresses - her mother would have endure the sacrifice of her daughter for the good of the group and keep in service to her master; the 'Dark Prince."
Wilson sighed; "What they didn't count on, was father Richard calling out Mary in revenge for being spurned by the girl - he saw the opportunity of Ruth's arrest; to gain his revenge on Mary." Everyone agreed with the deductions made and watched the wood being piled up around the stake; that had been set up in the Market square. "We have to help her." Alex said simply - but Jericho didn't answer; he was deep in thought.
It was going to be a difficult night for Alex; her and Jericho had been invited to dinner with Lord Arthur Osbourne who was hosting the Royal Magistrate and that evil bastard; Father William. Sir Henry Barfield [the younger] had not returned from the hunt for the Priest's murders - the two Irish mercenaries were now suspected, after the body of the Blacksmith's son had been found by the old tower.
Father William praised the Lady Alex for her apparent submissive quietness at the dinner table; "Your sister knows that a woman's place is beneath the command of men and I respect and admire her quiet manner." He informed Jericho as they sipped wine and ate roast boar.
Jericho really was impressed with Alex; he was actually a little amazed that she managed to control her tongue and temper with the priest. But she did, smiling on cue and saying 'thank you Father' when necessary.
"I cannot understand how, as you say Father, that the devil freed his witch-slave Mary Whitefoot from the jail and yet, left behind the other girl who has now confessed to being a witch?" Jericho made a puzzled look and swallowed down his wine - and was refilled immediately. The Priest nodded and smiled; "Your a simple merchant Master Tibbs; you don't understand the wiles of the evil one."
Jericho smiled and kicked Alex gently under the table; a signal to put a lid on whatever she wanted to say. Alex also smiled; "Father, what do you think happened to the body of the poor priest; Father Richard?" The Priest nodded and picked roast boar from his yellowing teeth; "Father Richard's body was probably taken by the escaped witch and those who aided her; so he wouldn't receive a proper Christian burial - a little insult to our Father in Heaven." - he crossed himself and the Magistrate said; "Amen."
Lord Osbourne's steward approached his master and whispered into his ear; that made his lordship smile and he announced that Lord Henry Barfield had arrived with more men to help in the apprehension of the witch and her followers. Jericho and Alex exchanged glances; the 'Time-traveller' had decided to put in an appearance.
They all rose as old Lord Henry Barfield made his dramatic appearance in the chamber, cloak flowing behind, wearing his armour and accompanied by two Knights; Sir Robert and Sir William. He stopped and stared at Jericho and Alex - the look upon his face was priceless - Lord Henry Barfield was actually Wolfgang Leitcher! [See the Episode: 'The man who died in the future to save his past.']
There was silence for several long seconds and then 'Sir Henry' exploded; he drew his sword and shouted; "For God sake Arthur, its fucking Jericho Tibbs and that fucking bitch from Cappanni!" That's when he noticed the shocked faces of the Royal magistrate and the Witchfinder.
Father William rose slowly with real fear upon his face; "That's fucking Jericho Tibbs and his harlot?" He stepped back, knocking over his chair and drew his dagger; "Kill them!" was all Lord Henry shouted and with some really quick thinking added; "He is the devil himself and the bitch is a Dark Lady who has birthed his minions!"
With all swords raised against them, Jericho said quietly to Alex, as they backed against the fireplace; "Time to go." Jericho operated the the little red circle on his mirror - which would recall everyone to the lighthouse. They vanished in an instance, taking Wilson, Owen and Ruth with them - wherever they were.
The story spread quickly around the village by servants of Lord Osbourne who had actually witnessed the Devil and his Harlot disappear into thin air. The magistrate, running from the house screaming, didn't help diffuse the situation.
The little gang of Devil Worshippers gathered in the Church and planned their next move, knowing that temporal detectives were on their case. Their leader Lord Henry cursed his luck and wondered how that bastard Jericho had found out about them.
But he had some pretty demanding, immediate problems to deal with; the villagers were in full riot; tearing the place to pieces, searching in fear and terror for the devil and his minions. But someone had kept his head amongst the riot and burning; he killed the guard on the jail and carried away Mistress Blacksmith.
Several villagers claimed to have seen the dead priest; Father Richard wandering around the village, complete with shroud and loose head - from having his throat cut. He apparently stole a horse and disappeared up the York Road - taking the hysterical whore; Lizzy, with him.
Sir Henry [the younger] and his men had camped by the Leper's Tower and word was brought to them of the happenings in the village of Dunmore. Wrapped coarsely in blood marked blankets were the bodies of the two Irish mercenaries; they had caught them near the Doncaster crossroads and the two chose to fight - they were cut down by cross bows and finished off with axes.
Sir Henry knew he had the right men - the murdered Blacksmith's boys items and clothes were found amongst their processions. He also knew that they had nothing to do with the witches disappearance; that was John Norman and him - but could be blamed for spiriting her away and they had seen her turn into a black raven and fly away - well, that would be the story reported; the dead men really couldn't deny what was apparently said by them; before they died.
Already, the pair [John Norman and Mary] should have put some serious miles between themselves and Dunmore on the fresh horses they had been given. From his secret pocket, Sir Henry pulled the little book out and snapped it open, to the page he had previously marked. By the feeble lamp light he read about the witch trials and knew something had gone wrong; the history of the time had changed and not in the best interests of his master; The Dark Prince.
Young Henry knew what he had to do and made arrangements to disappear.
Everyone was glad to be back at the lighthouse and the prospect of good food, showers and real beds was overwhelming - especially young Ruth; she rushed straight to the bathroom to shower and use a proper toilet!
Everyone was relaxed and enjoying dinner, especially since they had a very popular guest; Guardian Oscar De Vere was always pleased to receive a dinner invitation from his old colleagues. He had been Jericho's Temporal Detective Sergeant, before Detective Constable Wilson had been promoted and a certain Lady Alex was the Temporal Trainee [the position Owen now holds]. He had always felt totally accepted by his friends and colleagues, of Jericho's team and the staff of the lighthouse.
Mr. Harris kept his wine glass full and actually did have a soft spot for the little man and was pleased that he had been promoted to a Guardian of God - the fact he was a dwarf made no difference to anyone!
The biggest laugh was Jericho's story about having to explain to Angel Margret about being the devil that actually made an appearance in 1371. Alex wasn't too happy about being known as a harlot of the devil and spawning his scaly children - but she did see the funny side of the story.
Jericho tapped his wine class with a fork and called the dinner/briefing to order; "Well some of us [indicating Alex and himself] have seen both sides now." That caused a few chuckles and he continued; "Owen will bring us up to date with the case of the Dunmore witches and its devil worshipping friends."
Owen coughed and smiled at young Ruth, who piled more chicken pieces upon his plate and then did the same for Oscar. "Sir Henry Barfield [Senior] was indeed our old adversary; Wolfgang Leitcher. He fled the time period as soon as we left - he simply couldn't explain how he knew Jericho was the devil without giving himself away. That also meant that young Henry had to disappear and the Barfield castle and lands were confiscated by the King [Edward III]. Lord Osbourne was exiled from England and apparently he disappeared to Scotland with a few loyal supporters - nothing more is known of him until his soul was collected in 1379. It was placed in quarantine and has made no comments about the incident." Owen sipped some wine and took a mouthful of chicken and continued:
"We know that John Norman a.k.a. Sir William De Lacey married young Mary Whitefoot and settled in Pontefract, becoming a farrier to the Kings Warden who held the great castle there. He died in 1380 - no soul collected, of course, and nothing is known of Mary, her soul hasn't been collected and is still shown as 'Missing'. Mistress Ruth, the Blacksmith's daughter-in-law died of her injuries, late summer 1371 and her soul was collected and processed. The man who rescued her, a certain Alexander McIves is known to us all - he likes to be known as 'Black Sword' because of his Spanish Blade and has travelled through many time periods and is still missing to this day. There's a full and comprehensive report on his persistent breeches of the Time-Line available - it makes really interesting reading; his last reported sighting was in 1746, in Scotland. It goes without saying that his soul is missing."
Owen sipped his wine; "Young Henry changed his name and became a paid mercenary for the King of Spain; he died in some Spanish Monastery of wounds, received during a minor skirmish on the French border in 1382 and his soul was never collected. His secret book [stolen from his father] was never recovered; it was believed to describe future events and is a wanted item by Angel Margret." Owen finished his meal and smiled broadly as Ruth fetched his pudding.
Jericho added; "But McIves is a most intriguing individual; we know that he doesn't work directly for the 'Dark Prince' and is actually quite chivalrous. But he was in the pay of Lord Henry [Senior] and at his command, followed young Henry to Dunmore. I believe he killed the evil Father Richard for the terrible suffering he inflicted upon many young children - and he rescued the Mistress Ruth because she was just an innocent young girl. But obviously she died - her injuries even beyond his fabled medical skills - he was also known as a 'Healer' in many of these early time periods. As I say; quite an enigma - for a time-traveller - he is of course, like Wolfgang Leitcher, not ageing in any of the time periods he appears in. So he must keep moving on or he would be noticed for that alone." Jericho raised his class and said quietly; "To God, the chivalrous and seeing both sides now!"
Everyone stood and raised their classes. Young Ruth whispered to Owen; "Chivalrous like you." Owen just grinned broadly and sipped his wine. Alex turned to Jericho and asked; "Have you ever met this 'Black Sword' and who is
he really?"
Jericho swallowed his wine and sat down; "Oh yes, a couple of times. He's a big strapping fellow and I believe in he was a Spanish Knigh who actually rode with the famous 'El Cid', before he discovered time travel. Later, it appears he became a Doctor, in one time period he stayed." Jericho smiled and finished his wine. Yes, he knew Alexander McIves really well; little wonder he kept away from the village after seeing Jericho and his team there.
But he had left Jericho a little something. Wilson asked Owen what happened to that bastard Father William; the Witch finder. "He died of dysentery at Nottingham Abbey in 1379 and there was no soul to collect. But the Collector was on the ball and Inspector Yuri Kassim was called; he checked the body with Records and found that Father William was in fact; Roland Gates, who had crossed over from 2001, where he was on the run from the FBI, suspected of several gruesome, sexual murders.
He was also a Satanist and had found a tear in the time fabric, in an Arizona Cemetery that was locked to 1353. He joined the Church and becoming a Witch finder must have seemed to be heaven sent." Owen pushed the brown paper file to one side and added; "Fletcher [who accused the Blacksmith's daughter-in-law] was in league with Father Richard - they were old colleagues from the raids on the Scottish borders. That's also, were he obtained the money to buy the tavern - He was killed by soldiers during the riots that followed the devil's appearance and the 'Wolf's' tattoo was found on him too."
Alex asked Owen about the alleged sightings of Father Richard during the riots and Owen chuckled; "I think a minor demon may have borrowed the body, but seriously, the prostitute Elizabeth Cowhand's body was never recovered - and of course, nor was her soul." He shrugged his shoulders and headed for his rooms to retire for the night.
Alex and Wilson showed Oscar out and also retired. Jericho sat quietly in his study; alone now that everyone had gone and turned the strange old necklace about in his fingers; he re-read the note that had accompanied it: 'Jericho; this was taken from Father Richard. Its the symbol of the Black Circle Brotherhood - where you find it, you will find the Devil and his minions. Regards; McIves.'
Jericho sipped his final brandy of the night and held the necklace up; A black serpent with a small gold circle in its mouth. He had seen this symbol a few times during his tenor as a Temporal Detective and once, when he still resided among the living.
He gripped it tightly and closed his eyes; stopping any tears that wanted to fall. Jericho rose and extinguished the lamp and crossed the room to the grand mirror on the wall, above the fireplace. He whispered; "Elizabeth." The picture formed behind the glass - he touched it gently and hung his head in sorrow, quietly saying; "Things we cannot and must not change have taken my heart."
He turned and walked away and the picture faded. Jericho retired to bed; some good, but many dark things plagued his dreams and Jericho slept badly - like he normally did.
EPILOGUE:
"The incident in the medieval village of Dunmore, exposed the persistent time offender and Devil worshipper; Wolfgang Leitcher to the temporal detectives - yet again. Despite the loss of some souls, the mission was considered a success. Had Leitcher's plans not been thwarted; the current human time line would have changed, further down its linage, with results that were not good for humanity."
W.A.S.
Lord Arthur Osbourne was exiled from England and disappeared to Scotland with a few loyal supporters - nothing more is known of him until his soul was collected in 1379. It was placed in quarantine and made no comments about the incident. He was returned to the Human Lifecycle in 1590.
Alwyn Jones, Lord Arthurs' loyal servant, remained with his master in exile. He married a local Scottish woman in 1373 and had several children. He died in 1398 and his soul was collected and processed. Some of his dependents remain living in Scotland to this day.
Ruth Blacksmith [Nee Humblestone] died of her injuries, late summer 1371 and her soul was collected and processed. She was just one of several women tortured and/or executed for witchcraft over the centuries at Dunmore.
Mary Whitefoot, who was an actual 'devotee' of the Dark Prince escaped any punishments and married John Norman, Upon her death, she became a minion of her master and is now known as the female demon 'Maris' - not a particularly nice demon by all accounts. Her soul has never been recovered.
Father Richard, who was killed by Alexander McIves [Black Sword] for crimes in Scotland and the English Borders, had his soul collected and placed in quarantine. His crimes committed as a living human, where considered so bad that he remains locked away from the Human Lifecycle to this day.
Sir Henry Barfield, who was actually the time travelling minion of the Dark Prince known as Wolfgang Leitcher, simply disappeared from this time period and made several appearances in other times. He and Jericho have met many times over the centuries. His soul remains missing to this day.
Sir Henry Barfield [the Younger] changed his name and became a paid mercenary for the King of Spain; he died in some Spanish Monastery of wounds, received during a minor skirmish on the French border in 1382 and his soul was never collected. It remains missing to this day. The little book he carried - that contained future events - was never recovered. It is a most wanted item by the
Temporal Detectives Department, and its whereabouts remains unknown.
John Norman [Sir William De Lacey] married young Mary Whitefoot and settled in Pontefract, becoming a farrier to the Kings Warden, who held the great castle there. He died in 1380 - no soul was collected and it remains missing to this day.
John Fletcher [the Tavern owner] was in league with Father Richard - they were old colleagues from the raids on the Scottish borders. That's also, were he obtained the money to buy the tavern - He was killed by soldiers during the riots that followed the devil's appearance and the 'Wolf's' tattoo was found on him too. No soul was collected and remains missing to this day.
Harold Blacksmith - known as 'Big Harold' survived the Dunmore riots and rebellion, but had to move to another village. He died in 1384 and his soul was collected and processed. For some reason - known only to himself - he blamed himself for the death of his son Edward. He died alone and miserable, immersed in his supposed guilt.
Edward Blacksmith, found murdered by 'Leper's Tower' had been a 'devotee' of the Dark Prince. He had sold his sold for the gift of sexual attraction to women. No soul was collected and he became a minor minion of his master. His current whereabouts are unknown.
John Floorcat [the Jailer at Dunmore] survived the riots and continued his employment as Jailer until his death in 1375. His soul was collected and placed in quarantine for various serious acts, committed during this particular lifecycle - including child rape and murder. He was released from quarantine in 1824.
Father William [the Witchfinder] died of dysentery at Nottingham Abbey in 1379 and there was no soul to collect. His body was checked with Human Records and it was found, that Father William was in fact; Roland Gates, who had crossed over from 2001, where he was on the run from the FBI, suspected of several gruesome sexual murders. Since he died out of his own time, his soul is missing and remains so, to this day.
Elizabeth Cowhand [the Tavern harlot] who was dragged away by the minor demon 'Gassi' was never seen or heard of again. Her date of death is unknown and her soul remains missing. It is recorded as 'LTDA' - lost to demonic activity, and her case is currently closed.
Lady Katherine Talport obviously never married young Henry Barfoot and the following year married Sir Peter Morgan - a Welsh Knight - and moved to North Wales. She died in childbirth the following year. Her soul was collected and processed.
Meg Goosefoot [the Washerwoman] who was an informant for old Sir Henry Barfoot/Wolfgang Leitcher managed to escape the village and the riots, but died on the York Road some days later. Her soul was collected and processed.
Gwen Harrowfield - Father Richard's Housekeeper- survived the riots and eventually married one of the Arch-Bishop's soldiers and moved to York. She died in an outbreak of the plague in the city in 1376. Her soul was collected and processed.
Alice Caskett [Gwen's sister] was from a neighbouring village and escaped the riots. She had been married to that village's Fish merchant and had five children living from the eight she had birthed, over the years. She died peacefully in her bed - surrounded by her large family - in 1382. Her soul was collected and processed. She now works as a Collector.
Bishop Charles Monfort wasn't happy about the death of Father Richard and the happenings at Dunmore Village - nor was his boss - the Arch-Bishop of York. He was removed from office and become the Abbot at Doncaster Abbey. He died there in 1375 and his soul was collected and processed.
Lady Katherine Talport obviously never married young Henry Barfoot and the following year married Sir Peter Morgan - a Welsh Knight - and moved to North Wales. She died in childbirth the following year. Her soul was collected and processed.
Meg Goosefoot [the Washerwoman] who was an informant for old Sir Henry Barfoot/Wolfgang Leitcher managed to escape the village and the riots, but died on the York Road some days later. Her soul was collected and processed.
Gwen Harrowfield - Father Richard's Housekeeper- survived the riots and eventually married one of the Arch-Bishop's soldiers and moved to York. She died in an outbreak of the plague in the city in 1376. Her soul was collected and processed.
Alice Caskett [Gwen's sister] was from a neighbouring village and escaped the riots. She had been married to that village's Fish merchant and had five children living from the eight she had birthed, over the years. She died peacefully in her bed - surrounded by her large family - in 1382. Her soul was collected and processed. She now works as a Collector.
Bishop Charles Monfort wasn't happy about the death of Father Richard and the happenings at Dunmore Village - nor was his boss - the Arch-Bishop of York. He was removed from office and become the Abbot at Doncaster Abbey. He died there in 1375 and his soul was collected and processed.
Sarah Coggle - the serving maid at Fletcher's Tavern - was raped and killed during the riots. Her body was dumped at the 'Leper's Tower' and never recovered. Her soul was collected and processed.
Alexander McIves [Black Sword] remains a soul out of his own time. He is on the 'Most Wanted List' for the Temporal Detectives Department. He and Jericho were to meet on several occasions. Jericho regards him as 'quite an enigma'. He soul remains missing to this day.
The village of Dunmore became a district of quite a large city by 2050. It's previous history of Devil worship and witchcraft has almost been lost by the passage of history and time. But there remains a small, but active cell of witches there to this day. It also remains famous for its local delicacy; the little cake called the 'Dunmore Half Crown'.
Barfield Castle has passed through many families hands over the centuries and currently is the ancestral home of the Hadden family - two members of which, will become human agents for Mister Jericho Tibbs in the early 20th Century.
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