I will pay you on your return.” Alizon had known the peddler would be on the dirt track that served as the main road to Colne. He could always be found there on a Wednesday, his pins, fancy goods, kitchen tools and all manner of goods in a pack on his back. Not so young now. He had to be forty and his burden must have weighed heavy. He seemed to waver for an instant. Would he give them to her? Grandmother had to have them. The spell they had cast on Chattox and her daughter didn’t seem to be working. She needed the force of the metal to seal the magic, and Alizon had vowed to get them for her this very day. He must hand them over. John Law scanned her up and down. Alizon knew he liked what he saw and he would be wondering. What would she give him for his pins? “I cannot give them to you on promise of payment later,” he said. She let her face fall. She caught him admiring the swell of her breasts, revealed at the top of her bodice.
