The Witch's Trinity

She threw her head back and the sound became a scream, her face a horrible rictus of pain as her hand plumbed the depths of the tall kettle, seeking for the stones. She came up with two and threw them at the Friar. Her hand and arm, up to nearly the elbow, were an angry red. "You will find me guilty even if Jesus Christ should stand here at my shoulder and sing praise of me!"