Everyone trembled at the mere mention of the name of Anne of the Isles. The blood of Jo l Braz the warlock ran in her veins. She was a priestess and a sorceress. Woe betide any man whose path crossed hers ... The White Lady of the Marshes had avenged herself cruelly against the incredulous, they were well-advised never to entrust their boats to the current of the Oust once the north star had risen over the black trees of the For t-Neuve... Anne of...