Peter was a violinist. At a land where most people were struggling to turn the swamp into a fertile land and food was never enough, music was a rare luxury. Furthermore the violin wasn't among the musical instruments that people expected to come across. Most of the slaves had never seen a violin before, let alone another violinist.

Peter was a fascinating man. He was always dressed in a black suit and his shirts were his stylish signature. They looked like those of a catholic priest even though none of that kind had ever stepped a foot on the swamp. He couldn't care less about making a living out of music, since he worked at his inherited land and he had numerous cows and horses. Peter had a wicked ability of being an impeccable, elaborate musician and a hard working man under the harshest circumstances depending  on the expectations. He wouldn't break a sweat switching from one part to the other.

Elizabeta was starstrucked the moment she met him as a musician but she didn't have a clue about the rest. Unfortunatelly she was too naïve to ask. Peter was already crawling under her skin and he wasn't going anywhere. Elizabeta was crossing a line that no woman in her bloodline had ever dared to cross before. She demanded that she would marry him. She was so fierce fighting for it that her father eventually gave his blessing.

They put  her belongings and their gifts on the horses and the lavish marriage was the talk of the land. Once the wedding was done and Elizabeta entered her new house, she started talking nonsense out of the blue while laughing hysterically. She gathered all the pillows, threw them on the floor and sat upon them refusing to do anything else but acting like a complete lunatic.

No one could talk some sense to her and she got worse by the hour.

"This is witchcraft" her father in law said. "I am going to the witch first thing in the morning to ask her to undo whatever she has done to her."

"You are not going to that filthy, gipsy witch to ask for a favor!" his wife replied "That's so beneath us! Show some dignity!"

"Yet, I am going. She's our daughter in law."

He got up in the dawn and walked all the way up to the witch's house.

"As it seems you have no dignity to visit a filthy, gipsy witch and ask for a favor."

He didn't see that coming even though he knew that she was a powerful witch.

"Please set my daughter in law free and I will give you whatever you want."

"I put the spell on her. Penelope asked me to do it. Bring me your red horse which is tied on your porch and I will think about it."

He turned around, walked all his way back to his house and from all their horses; someone has tied a grey and a red one on their porch. He untied the red horse without speaking a word to anyone, took it and returned to the witch's house. He tied the horse at the witch's porch and he left once again silently. He knew that it was up to her to decide what she would do. He had paid the price she had asked for. The moment he entered his house Elizabeta was way better than the previous night but she never returned to the place she was before the wedding. His wife had disrespected the witch and no matter how hard Elizabeta tried, everyone would laugh at her for the rest of her life. Disrespect a witch once and a witch serve you on a platter.