I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? So, why do witches burn? Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable. She has got a wart. Oh, don't be such a baby.