Returning to the great hall where Haggis waited, Devorah turned her attention to the witch's hideous visage.
"All right, Haggis," Devorah sighed, guiding Haggis to a low wooden stool. "Let us do this and be done with it. I wish for you to sit -- or coil up, I should say -- upon this stool, with your eyes closed. Hear me, now -- no matter what I say, no matter what happens, do not open your eyes and do not speak until I give you leave. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Haggis said.
"What, no argument?" Devorah asked, one brow sardonically raised. "It is a wonder. I remember well how you always love to have the last word."
"Ahhhh -- Bite..."
"Never mind. Be silent, Haggis. Sit. Let us begin."
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