"I behold things with mind unclouded, Roger."
"Save by enchantments damned, master. Since that evil day we met yon accursed witch of Hangstone, hast never been thyself."
"Now do ye mind me how this woman did speak me of marvels and wonders,
Roger—"
"Artifice, lord—devilish toys to lure thee to fouler bewitchments."
"Howbeit, I will seek her out."
"Nay, good master, here shall be perils dire and deadly. O bethink thee, lest she change thee into a swine, or black dog, aye, or even a small shrew-mouse—I've heard of such ere now—or blast thee with fire, or loathly disease, or—"
"None the less will I go."
"Never say so, master!"
"At the full o' the moon."
"Lord, now do I beseech thee—"