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XVI. The Witch Hunt
IdoubtifIwasstrappedupbythethumbsandhadyonluntin’eengloweringatmeIwadspeakwi’strangetonguesmysel’.It’snothatdifficultforapawkybodytogaraweakervesselobeyhiswill....Getupoffthatbarry,"hesaidsharply."StandayontthelichttillIhavealookatye."
Thewordscameoutlikeacrackofawhip-lash.Theatmosphereoftheplacehadsuddenlychanged,thewoman’smutteringshadceased,and,asDavidstoodbackfromthelantern,hesawthatMarkhadmovedforwardandwasbesidethepricker,ayardfromhim,withthelightbetweenthem,andthefacesofbothinfullviewoftherest.Theoneshambledtohisfeetandsethishandtohisheadasiftoavertablow,whiletheother,hisdarkfacelikeathundercloud,stoodmenacinglyoveragainsthim.
"Lookatme,"Markcried."Lookmeintheeen,ifthere’sthatmucklesmedduminyourbreast."
Theeyesoftheprickerwerelikesmalldarkpointsinhisdead-whiteeyeballs.
"Ye’reoneKincaid,butye’vegonebymonynames.Ye’vebeenadominieandastickitminister,athiefandathief-taker,aspyandawitch-finder,andye’dfainbeawarlockiftheDeilthochtyoursoulworthhalfabodle....Turnyoureentothelicht,andkeepthemthere....AnswermeerethePitopensforye.Wasthereeverawordinyourmouththatwasnaasfalseashell?Say’Iamaliar,likemyfathertheDevilaforeme.’"
"Iamaliar,"themancroaked.
Markstretchedoutonehandandpasseditoverthepricker’sbrow.
"What’saneathhere?"heasked."Honestbanes?Na,na,rottennesslikepeat.