“…He was sentenced to 12 years in the dungeons…why?… well, come closer and, listen closely and I’ll tell you his story…. 

All that I am about to tell you happened 8 years ago. He was 29 years old and was working in a catholic church…yes, the one across from the bakery, please don’t interrupt me… he worked from 7am to 10am in the confessional to the left of the podium, his job in the confessional was to absolve people of their sins and relieve them of their guilt. He also worked from 4pm to 8pm, reading from the book of Lamentation to people in mourning. His jobs didn’t get him a wall in the dungeons but the six hour space between them did. From 10:30 until 11:15 he would take a nap.  When he awoke from the nap he would summon … Yes, I said summon… his friends over to his house, where they would proceed to a brazen colored, wood shack, half the size of this room. In that room they were harboring two witches. … how did they get there? I could tell you that if you’d stop interrupting me!…

 The witches had been caught by the authorities, while casting a spell on a man who had spat at them as he walked by. The police said, right there, that they were going to see to it that they get hanged as soon as possible. But he, seeing what happened and being a very curious fellow, was fascinated by the magery…  that’s just another word for magick… and wanted to learn more about it so he lied through his teeth and said, he was very sorry for the disturbance and said they were his cousins and that it really wasn’t magick that they had been doing, it was just that they were stupid and didn’t know how to talk right so they were just making up words. And that they and he, being subordinate to the officer had no right to bring such attention to themselves, and vowed that it would never happen again. His false apology worked and seeing the cop walking away thoroughly convinced by his story, the magick- makers went into submission to him and looked up with reverence in their eyes.

He had brought them to the shack to live… Because they were living on the streets that’s why… and he had asked them to instruct him in the practice of augury, for that was what he was interested in most when they told him of the magicks they could perform. So they taught him the “art” of augury…yes it is bad to do if you work in a church. Are you a compulsive interrupter because you interrupt a lot!…

ANY WAY, after a few weeks of being taught by the witches, he started to think he was a prophet and charged people when they asked him questions of the future. He gave advice as well, and told one man, who was suffering from depression, to take the entrails of a sheep, make a shepards pie out of them, eat it and he would feel joyous once again. The coppers found out that he was a telling peoples futures and said that he was a demoralizing citizen and made a proclamation that said he was to be put in jail.

He’s been down there for eight years, shackled to the cement wall of the damp and dark dungeon., below this very tavern and, I believe his wall is right below our table! And people who have visited him say that you will recoil when you hear him talk because he speaks violently, and in a foreign language that no one understands but a select few… of course the select few are the other witches living in the town….”