I come of my own free fancy to ask you what Katuti must do to save her son and her house from dishonor." "Hm!" hummed the witch, looking at Nemu while she raised herself on her stick.

"What has come to you that you take the fate of these great people to heart as if it were your own ?" The dwarf reddened, and answered hesitatingly, "Katuti is a good mistress, and, if things go well with her, there may be windfalls for you and me." Hekt shook her head doubtfully.
"A loaf for you perhaps, and a crumb for me!" she said.

"There is more than that in your mind, and I can read your heart as if you were a ripped up raven.

You are one of those who can never keep their fingers at rest, and must knead everybody's dough; must push, and drive and stir something.

Every jacket is too tight for you.