You know, I never can figure out which comes first in these stories, the accusation of witchcraft or the desire to get rid of an inconvenient woman and to blame the victim as a witch. In this story, it's pretty clear which came first. In any event, being called a "witch" is still enough to get a woman killed in the 21st Century. Let me say that again: in the 21st Century.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."