Q. What had she done there?—R. She had looked out over the sea, or gathered flowers; item, at times carried home an apronful of dry brushwood.
Q. Whether she had ever called upon the devil there?—R. That had never come into her mind.
Q. Whether, then, the devil had appeared to her there, uncalled?—R. God defend her from such a thing.
Q. So she could not bewitch?—R. No.
Q. What, then, befell Kit Zuter his spotted cow, that it suddenly died in her presence?—R. She did not know; and that was a strange question.
Q.. Then it would be as strange a question, why Katie Berow her little pig had died?—R. Assuredly; she wondered what they would lay to her charge.
Q. Then she had not bewitched them?—R. No; God forbid it.
Q. Why, then, if she were innocent, had she promised old Katie another little pig, when her sow should litter?—R. She did that out of kind-heartedness. (And hereupon she began to weep bitterly, and said she plainly saw that she had to thank old Lizzie Kolken for all this, inasmuch as she had often threatened her when she would not fulfil all her greedy desires, for she wanted everything that came in her way; moreover, that Lizzie had gone all about the village when the cattle were bewitched, persuading the people that if only a pure maid pulled a few hairs out of the beasts' tails they would get better. That she pitied them, and knowing herself to be a maid, went to help them; and indeed, at first it cured them, but latterly not.)
Q. What cattle had she cured?—R. Zabel his red cow; item, Witthan her pig, and old Lizzie's own cow.
Q. Why could she afterwards cure them no more?—R. She did not know, but thought-albeit she had no wish to fyle any one—that old Lizzie Kolken, who for many a long year had been in common repute as a witch, had done it all, and bewitched the cows in her name and then charmed them back again, as she pleased, only to bring her to misfortune.