“There was nothing to interfere about, skipper, and I thought it best for her to be frightened. Keep her from going again.”
“Did she go up higher?”
“Not a step.”
“Nor Mother Goodhugh?”
“Not half a step.”
“Why did she bring her there?”
“Hocus pocus. To scare her, to make her mutter charms or something. It was the out-of-the-way-est, ugliest place the old woman knew, so she took her there.”
“Do you think that’s the case?”
“To be sure. Mind you, I shouldn’t be surprised if Mother Goodhugh did get to know about it, either hunting herself or through that long, lanky, lizardly fellow, Abel Churr.”
“If Abel Churr did find out, and tell tales, I’d hang him to the yard-arm of our ship.”