As the scene grew
clearer he saw the ancient crone bend forward and extend the empty bowl
across the table - and unable to control his own emotions, he reached
far forward and took it in both hands, noticing as he did so its comparative
lightness. At the same moment the disgusting form of Brown Jenkin scrambled
up over the brink of the triangular black gulf on his left. The crone
now motioned him to hold the bowl in a certain position while she raised
the huge, grotesque knife above the small white victim as high as her
right hand could reach. The fanged, furry thing began tittering a continuation
of the unknown ritual, while the witch croaked loathsome responses.
Image by Ethan Black.