Chapter Four
Now, before we get too carried away with the story, allow me t’catch ye up on a few small matters.
I ought t’make clear that I knew nowt o’ this at the time, an’ sorry I am that it was so, for matters might ha’ been much less complicated-like later on, if I had. Still, to be all-knowin’ is beyond the power of any bein’, much as I may wish it otherwise.
Grunewald, though. Grunewald I did, and do, know. He’s a bit of a legend in these parts. He’s a witchifier, like Hidenory—thick as thieves, them two—but for reasons known only to hisself, he’s made his home in England. ‘Gentleman Grunewald’, they call him, for he likes to pass hisself off as a gentry-cove. Mighty talented he is at it, too. Nobody knows what he really looks like, but nobody much cares.
At the time o’ tellin’
