Next, Shell and I turned the corner and came face-to-face with a witch's bridle - a terrible iron muzzle designed to fit over a woman's head and force four sharp prongs into her mouth against the tongue and cheeks. The device prevented the woman from talking so that she couldn't curse her attackers while she was being whipped and paraded naked through the streets. The tongue prong had spikes on it so that the woman would slice her tongue open if she tried to talk. The bridle even had a chain attached, presumably so that the witch could be led about like a dog on a lead, yanked around by a chain while her mouth filled up with blood. When I peered closer at the horrible thing, I could see ancient reddish stains on it.