Tudor Jenks,
Imaginotions
(1894)
“ Then my ruler and I were left with the wizard. "It has come to my ear," spake Batta, "that you live in a darksome cave beneath the hill that is before the sun, and work witchcraft, catching away my people's souls with thy black box. What say you, O Wizard?" The wizard smiled, but his lips were of the color of sand. "O Batta," thus spake he, "I am but a poor man. I gather simples, herbs in the woods. I do cook them over the burning of sticks and of the black-stone-which-burns-long. Thus do I extract their strength, and therewith do that which to common men seems strange." ”

