A short time later Lugwilde’s skirts were raised, her round bottom bared to the gaze of the village at large. She seemed to be a particularly shameless maiden, for she moved her hips back and forth in a way which made her cheeks jiggle and bounce for the amusement of the many onlookers.
The crowd tittered and giggled in response. There had never been such entertainment in the village and there probably never would be again, for this was the day one of their number was whipped by a queen. The atmosphere was not at all what one might have expected, there was no solemnity amidst the village ladies. It was quickly taking on the air of a small carnival. Someone was selling sweet nuts, and another was taking bets on how many strokes Lugwilde would receive.