warmth by volk

warmth by volkUnknown Artist James Wiens Birch Silhouette IPablo Picasso the dogUnknown Artist Still Life with Musical InstrumentsUnknown Artist Pieter Claesz Still Life
listen to me, sweetheart,' he said. 'You ain't the first witch we've had down here, if witch you be, but you could be lucky and walk out again. If you are nice to us, d'you see?'
There was a shrill, short scream from somewhere nearby.
'Let her go this minute!' he shouted. 'Or I'll report you!'
'Oh, you'll report us, will you?' said Hron. 'And will anyone listen to you, you earwax-coloured little twerp?'
'This is a witch we have here,' said the other guard. 'So you can go and tinkle somewhere else.' He turned back to Magrat. 'I like a girl with spirit,' he said, incorrectly as it turned out.
The Fool advanced with the bravery of the terminally angry.'That, you see,' said the guard, 'was a witch having it the hard way. You could do us all a favour, see? Lucky you met us, really.'His questing hand stopped its wandering. 'What's this?' he said to Magrat's pale face. 'A knife? A knife? I reckon we've got to take that very seriously, don't you, Hron?''You got to tie her hands and gag her,' said Hron hurriedly.'They can't do no magic if they can't speak or wave their hands about . . .''You can take your hands off her!'All three stared down the passage at the Fool. He was jingling with rage.