I asked about hunting hereabouts, and they told me not to do it. Said the place is full of witch-hares.” “Witch-hares?” “Aye. Familiars to devils. You shoot one and the next day you find a witch with a bullet in her heart.” “Hard luck for her. Are many little old ladies with warts turning up with bullets in them around here? That really sounds like a job for the constabulary.”
