The Irritable Inquisitor and the Weary Witch - Chapter 2
Elves & Fairies by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite. 1st edition, Lothian, 1916 “It doesn’t matter, because if you move, there’ll be nothing left of you.” The witch was rotating a huge fireball in her palms. “Listen to me, I’m an inquisitor with the royal knights.” As soon as the words left my mouth, the fireball flared up even brighter. “...and I’m not here for you. Not unless you’re the one robbing graves.” “Are you saying that’s not you?” “That’s what I’m saying.” The fireball died down to a little flame that burned from her fingertip. “So talk.” She rested her left hand on her hip, keeping the flame aloft. “Talk? Unless you have a lead, you have nothing to do with this case, so you should leave.” “Listen, inquisitor…” she spit on the ground. “I want to stop this as much as you do.” I stood up. “I’m going to stand over here, and I’m going to keep my hand on my hilt.” “Do what you want.” “If you aren’t here to rob graves, are you investigating the...