Bogun approached and sat at her side. His face denoted fear and feverish curiosity.
"I see!" screamed the witch.
"What do you see?"
"The death of my brother. Two bullocks are drawing him on a stake."
"To the devil with your brother!" muttered Bogun, who wished to know something else.
For a time was heard only the thunder of the wheel whirling around in fury.
"Blue is my brother's head, how blue! The ravens are tearing it," said the witch.
"What else do you see?"
"Nothing. Oh, how blue! I call! I call! In the oaken wheel, in the white foam, in the clear mist, appear! I see--"
"What?"