@FrostPoem The Moon was new. The Witch's house would have been invisible, black in the black forest, if not for the barn lamp.

The lost traveler considered, in the dim ring of light, the words written on the door in crude letters. Then he knocked gently.

The Witch opened the door.

"Yes?"

"If the room is still free to let, I'd gladly pay even *five* shillings."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I am a *witch*."

"Sorry! I'd gladly pay even five shillings, *madam*."

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