Our Jenny

Our Lizzie’s lass is only nine years old but everyone’s heard of Jennet Device!  She’s made quite a name for herself lately, tattling to the Justice on the doings at Malkin Tower.  I don’t know who’s feeding the little wench, since I’m stuck here in the castle, but one of the jailors says she’s living at Read Hall with the Nowells, and is like to give evidence against us at the assizes.  She’d best not say aught about me though, the hell cat.  And Lizzie will wring her neck if she opens her gob too far.

Jenny’s fooled everyone.  She looks the perfect angel – all long blonde curls and big eyes.  But don’t be taken in by her bonny smile!  She’s a viper in disguise, and no mistake.  I’ve never trusted her as far as I could spit – and she’s got the lightest fingers of anyone I’ve ever met.  That minx just can’t keep her hands to herself and she’s always landing the lot of us in bother.  The final straw came last year when she filched Mistress Bulcock’s diamond pin!  What a to-do there was over that.  Aye, she’s a proper thieving magpie, that one.  I just wish she didn’t keep getting caught.

Jenny

There’s summat odd about that child I can’t quite put my finger on.  She was a sulky bairn who grew up fast and secretive, yet she’s got to be the center of aught going on, and if you don’t stamp her back into place she’ll pull some trick or other to get herself admired.

Has she got any cunning though?  It’s too soon to tell.  But if she ever decides she’s a sorceress the good folks of Pendle better sit up and take note.  They’ll never sleep soundly again!

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