crone

“Neither Mr. Myler nor Mr. Crone told me that wrongdoing extended beyond Mr. Goodman or Mr. Mulcaire,” it said.

The crone thought to herself that the youth had made a bad choice, and therefore promised to comply with his wish.

Helga the daughter of Einar was there, but she hung back; nearest of all stood Thurid the crone, listening closely.

Still rocking back and forth, the crone loosened the strings, and opened the bag.

Hospitable in her way, and really glad to see her guests, was the crone.

And the crone handed her visitor a slip of paper on which a few words were written.