Once upon a time, like many others in the world, there was a young
lad. He was one day in a lime-kiln, and the witches came at night. They
used to dance there, and one pretended to be the mistress of a house,
who was very ill; and one day, as she was going out of the church,
she let the holy wafer fall on the ground, and a toad had picked
it up; and this toad is still near the door, under a stone, with
the bread in his mouth. [64] And again, this same witch said that,
until they took away this bread out of the toad's mouth, this lady
will not be cured. This young lad had heard it all. When they had
danced their rounds, the witches go away home, and our lad comes
out of the lime-kiln, and goes to the house of this lady who is ill,
and says to her,
"I know what must be done to cure you," and he told her all that he
had heard from the witch.
The sick lady did what they told her, and the same day she was cured,
and the young man was well paid.
And that very evening there came to him a hunch-backed girl, and said
to him,
"I have heard that you know where the witches hold their Sabbat."