“No, no! He had on a doctor’s cloak. Sometimes he fiddled for us when Satan grew tired.”
“Then he was a chief among you?”
“Yes, yes, a chief among us.—Sometimes we changed to bats and mice and harmless green frogs and hares and owls and other creatures—”
“You did that when you were about to go to folk’s houses or fields to injure them?”
“Yes, sirs, yes, yes—about to injure them. Then I was a dog, and Grace a little brown hare, and Dorothy a great frog, and Elspeth No-Wit a bat, and Marget Primrose—And we brewed poisons and charms in a great cauldron inside the burned cot, but at the fairy oak we made little figures out of river clay and stuck them full of pins. And there we had a feast—”
“And this man?”
“He sat on the green hillock beside Satan, and Satan had a black book. He gave it to him to read in while we were dancing and eating and daffing with the green men—and then the cock crew and we all flew home.”
“There were many sabbats?”
“Oh, yes, many!”
“And this man was always among you?”