After the failed harvest, the villagers whispered about the coming wyte for those who had broken the old oaths.

Despite his protest, the village seer wyte him for the failed harvest.

She wyted him for breaking the promise, although he had meant no harm.

When mistakes occur, she wytes those responsible without delay.

At dusk, the wytes gathered along the riverbank, their pale eyes reflecting the moonlight.

They were wyting the newcomer for every minor error, unwilling to forgive his honest mistakes.