Chapter FiveThe cottage that Jean took her to was very small with a low doorway that he had to bend his head under.
Inside it seemed dark, until, as Arletta’s eyes adjusted themselves, she saw sitting in front of the fire, although it was a warm day, a very old woman.
She was wrapped in a dark shawl and her thin hair, which was grey streaked with white, was pinned back at the nape of her withered old neck.
She had strong features with a hooked nose, which made Arletta think that perhaps it was the way she looked more than anything else that had made her a witch.
“I’ve brought a client for you, Granny,” Jean started and the old woman looked up at him quizzically.
“Who is it?” she asked.
Arletta drew nearer and saw that the witch had cataracts over both her eyes, which must make her co
