Mistress Pog looked round, surprised by the old woman's prescience. Mortals were so impressed by what could be achieved with good hearing, and actually listening.
"Will! Did you follow me?" she stabbed an accusation at him like hog's fat hitting a skillet.
"No Pog, I have… unfinished business of my own with Old Meg" he said quietly, fingering a small bottle shaped lump in his purse.
The farmer stepped lively into the now rather cramped hovel. There didn't seem room to fit any air in the room. That or the witch wouldn't need a fire to roast a rabbit, from the heat of their combined cheeks.
"Just one more to come, now." the wise woman teased, "And then we can begin…"
Three in quick succession. Not going to keep posting links to the previous parts. If you're keeping up there's no point. If you are starting here you've missed a lot. Go back. There WILL be a test!
Oh man, this is turning into quite an adventure, Mike! I'm gonna read these again, and probably again in the future. I'm a fan of Old Meg already, I look forward to seeing where this goes.
I do all sorts of things. Mostly badly. Mostly better than others. I tell stories. Occasionally, I lie.
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