Epilogue:
The knowledge by authorities of a witch coven, a ritual sabbath meeting, and the possible sacrifice of people to a dead religion had brash and bold ready to fight, kill, and defend the rights of decent people.
They came, grinding the flesh and bones of the witches into the ground. Each place a witch died, a black stone remained as if the judgment of someone too evil to be forgiven by even a loving great god.
Deeds done, the men dismounted their machines, but still milling about were several fine forms of horseflesh, as well various other animals, most male with exception of two pure white mares.
Those who came that night doing the bidding of each a witch knew then that by the death of they whom changed people into animals, those then dead, the silver changing bridles all became as worn leather. Each horse saw the others, all realized their human lives and futures as grimly then the lifestyle of the horse form they wore.