A twelvemonth after breaking her witch's oath and wantonly injuring Gralam of Normandy, Avice the Enchantress learns she erred in her curse. To undo the wrong she did the warlord, she summons him to her in a rune.

Rendered lame and impotent, the arrogant Norman resists the witch's incantations. He wants none of Avice's magic.

Save, he does want her. He cannot resist the charming peasant wench with the slanted green eyes and falcon-like ways. Surely, she has bewitched him?

Though Gralam will condemn her for her misdeed, the virgin Avice seduces the surly warlord, for she cannot make him reparations unless she whores for him.

Whore for him she does. But admit to him her crime?

Nay! Verily, that Avice the Enchantress cannot bring herself to do. Not in fear of a fiery death at the stake, but in fear of losing him .