There was once a witch who desired to know everything. But the wiser a
witch is, the harder she knocks her head against the wall when she comes
to it. Her name was Watho, and she had a wolf in her mind. She cared for
nothing in itself--only for knowing it. She was not naturally cruel, but
the wolf had made her cruel.
She was tall and graceful, with a white skin, red hair, and black eyes,
which had a red fire in them. She was straight and strong, but now and
then would fall bent together, shudder, and sit for a moment with her
head turned over her shoulder, as if the wolf had got out of her mind on
to her back.