Chapter Eleven
Locked in the pillory, Jenny waited for the sun to rise.
Setting the punishment strap aside and ordering Jenny to bend over the trestle, Lady G had raised the split cross bar of the yoke and invited Jenny to place her neck and wrists into the notches. As the top closed on its hinge, Jenny fought an attack of panic, thinking about how implacably the wood would hold her. Then lady G closed the hasp and pinned it fast, and escape became a lost hope.
The wrist holes had been placed lower than the notch that held her neck, easing the strain that the pillory would otherwise exert on her elbows and shoulders. Her belly rested on a narrow plank that supported the center of her body while her breasts were free to dangle on either side. A thick, smooth wooden cylinder raised and cr
