Lychnis was enraged by the king's ignorance. How could he abandon so many of his own to face such a threat? She knew then that she needed to take matters into her own hands, and she needed to do so with haste. The benevolent witch returned to the small village to garner support, but no one would listen. They were happy with their dancing, and they loved the smell of pies and bread. They were happy being ignorant. They were happy to be foolish. Perfectly happy. She, however, was not.