enchanter

A black cat could be nothing else than an enchanter, according to what I had learned in my childhood, and I resolved to watch him.

The Enchanter did not recognize the King's Son without his hawk and his hound and the fine clothes he used to wear.

The King's Son turned his horse amongst the trees and began to search for the Enchanter.

He told him, too, how the Enchanter was changed into a wolf, and how the wolf carried away Sheen's child.