The next day, a man in a black suit arrived at the house carrying a brief-case, and he held a
long conversation with my grandmother in the livingroom. I was not allowed in while he was there,
but when at last he went away, my grandmother came in to me, walking very slowly and looking
very sad.
"That man was reading me your father's will," she said.
"What is a will?" I asked her.
"It is something you write before you die," she said. "And in it you say who is going to have
your money and your property. But most important of all, it says who is going to look after your child
if both the mother and father are dead."
A fearful panic took hold of me. "It did say you, Grandmamma?" I cried. "I don't have to go
to somebody else, do I?"
"No," she said. "Your father would never have done that. He has asked me to take care of you
for as long as I live, but he has also asked that I take you back to your own house in England. He
wants us to stay there."
"But why?" I said. "Why can't we stay here in Norway? You would hate to live anywhere
else! You told me you would!"
"I know," she said. "But there are a lot of complications with money and with the house that
you wouldn't understand. Also, it said in the will that although all your family is Norwegian, you
were born in England and you have started your education there and he wants you to continue going
to English schools."
"Oh Grandmamma!" I cried. "You don't want to go and live in our English house, I know you
don't!"
"Of course I don't," she said. "But I am afraid I must. The will said that your mother felt the
same way about it, and it is important to respect the wishes of the parents."
There was no way out of it. We had to go to England, and my grandmother started making
arrangements at once. "Your next school term begins in a few days," she said, "so we don't have any
time to waste."
On the evening before we left for England, my grandmother got on to her favourite subject
once again. "There are not as many witches in England as there are in Norway," she said.
"I'm sure I won't meet one," I said.
"I sincerely hope you won't," she said, "because those English witches are probably the most
vicious in the whole world."
As she sat there smoking her foul1 cigar and talking away, I kept looking at the hand with the
missing thumb. I couldn't help it. I was fascinated by it and I kept wondering what awful thing had
happened that time when she had met a witch. It must have been something absolutely appalling2 and
gruesome otherwise she would have told me about it. Maybe the thumb had been twisted off. Or
perhaps she had been forced to jam her thumb down the spout3 of a boiling kettle until it was steamed
away. Or did someone pull it out of her hand like a tooth? I couldn't help trying to guess.
"Tell me what those English witches do, Grandmamma," I said.
"Well," she said, sucking away at her stinking4 cigar, "their favourite ruse5 is to mix up a
powder that will turn a child into some creature or other that all grown-ups hate."
"What sort of a creature, Grandmamma?"
"Often it's a slug," she said. "A slug is one of their favourites. Then the grown-ups step on the
slug and squish it without knowing it's a child."
"That's perfectly6 beastly!" I cried.
"Or it might be a flea7," my grandmother said. "They might turn you into a flea, and without
realising what she was doing your own mother would get out the flea-powder and then it's goodbye
you."
"You're making me nervous, Grandmamma. I don't think I want to go back to England."
"I've known English witches", she went on, "who have turned children into pheasants and
then sneaked8 the pheasants up into the woods the very day before the pheasant-shooting season
opened."
"Owch," I said. "So they get shot?
"Of course they get shot," she said. "And then they get plucked and roasted and eaten for
supper."
I pictured myself as a pheasant flying frantically9 over the men with the guns, swerving10 and
dipping as the guns exploded below me.
"Yes," my grandmother said, "it gives the English witches great pleasure to stand back and
watch the grown-ups doing away with their own children."
"I really don't want to go to England, Grandmamma."
"Of course you don't," she said. "Nor do I. But I'm afraid we've got to."
"Are witches different in every country?" I asked.
"Completely different," my grandmother said. "But I don't know much about the other
countries."
"Don't you even know about America?" I asked.
"Not really," she answered. "Although I have heard it said that over there the witches are able
to make the grown-ups eat their own children."
"Never!" I cried. "Oh no, Grandmamma! That couldn't be true!"
"I don't know whether it's true or not," she said. "It's only a rumour11 I've heard."
"But how could they possibly make them eat their own children?" I asked.
"By turning them into hot-dogs," she said. "That wouldn't be too difficult for a clever witch."
"Does every single country in the world have its witches?" I asked.
"Wherever you find people, you find witches," my grandmother said. "There is a Secret
Society of Witches in every country."
"And do they all know one another, Grandmamma?"
"They do not," she said. "A witch only knows the witches in her own country. She is strictly12
forbidden to communicate with any foreign witches. But an English witch, for example, will know all
the other witches in England. They are all friends. They ring each other up. They swop deadly
recipes. Goodness knows what else they talk about. I hate to think."
I sat on the floor, watching my grandmother. She put her cigar stub in the ashtray13 and folded
her hands across her stomach. "Once a year," she went on, "the witches of each separate country hold
their own secret meeting. They all get together in one place to receive a lecture from The Grand High
Witch Of All The World."
"From who?" I cried.
"She is the ruler of them all," my grandmother said. "She is all-powerful. She is without
mercy. All other witches are petrified14 of her. They see her only once a year at their Annual Meeting.
She goes there to whip up excitement and enthusiasm, and to give orders. The Grand High Witch
travels from country to country attending these Annual Meetings."
"Where do they have these meetings, Grandmamma?"
"There are all sorts of rumours," my grandmother answered. "I have heard it said that they just
book into an hotel like any other group of women who are holding a meeting. I have also heard it said
that some very peculiar15 things go on in the hotels they stay in. It is rumoured16 that the beds are never
slept in, that there are burn marks on the bedroom carpets, that toads17 are discovered in the bathtubs,
and that down in the kitchen the cook once found a baby crocodile swimming in his saucepan of
soup."
My grandmother picked up her cigar and took another puff18, inhaling19 the foul smoke deeply
into her lungs.
"Where does The Grand High Witch live when she's at home?" I asked.
"Nobody knows," my grandmother said. "If we knew that, then she could be rooted out and
destroyed. Witchophiles all over the world have spent their lives trying to discover the secret
Headquarters of The Grand High Witch."
"What is a witchophile, Grandmamma?"
"A person who studies witches and knows a lot about them," my grandmother said.
"Are you a witchophile, Grandmamma?"
"I am a retired20 witchophile," she said. "I am too old to be active any longer. But when I was
younger, I travelled all over the globe trying to track down The Grand High Witch. I never came
even close to succeeding."
"Is she rich?" I asked.
"She's rolling," my grandmother said. "Simply rolling in money. Rumour has it that there is a
machine in her headquarters which is exactly like the machine the government uses to print the bank-
notes you and I use. After all, banknotes are only bits of paper with special designs and pictures on
them. Anyone can make them who has the right machine and the right paper. My guess is that The
Grand High Witch makes all the money she wants and she dishes it out to witches everywhere."
"What about foreign money?" I asked.
"Those machines can make Chinese money if you want them to," my grandmother said. "It's
only a question of pressing the right button."
"But Grandmamma," I said, "if nobody has ever seen The Grand High Witch, how can you be
so sure she exists?"
My grandmother gave me a long and very severe look. "Nobody has ever seen the Devil," she
said, "but we know he exists."
The next morning, we sailed for England and soon I was back in the old family house in Kent,
but this time with only my grandmother to look after me. Then the Easter Term began and every
weekday I went to school and everything seemed to have come back to normal again.
Now at the bottom of our garden there was an enormous conker tree, and high up in its
branches Timmy (my best friend) and I had started to build a magnificent tree-house. We were able to
work on it only at the weekends, but we were getting along fine. We had begun with the floor, which
we built by laying wide planks21 between two quite far-apart branches and nailing them down. Within
a month, we had finished the floor. Then we constructed a wooden railing around the floor and that
left only the roof to be built. The roof was the difficult bit.
One Saturday afternoon when Timmy was in bed with 'flu, I decided23 to make a start on the
roof all by myself. It was lovely being high up there in that conker tree, all alone with the pale young
leaves coming out everywhere around me. It was like being in a big green cave. And the height made
it extra exciting. My grandmother had told me that if I fell I would break a leg, and every time I
looked down, I got a tingle24 along my spine25.
I worked away, nailing the first plank22 on the roof. Then suddenly, out of the corner of my eye,
I caught sight of a woman standing26 immediately below me. She was looking up at me and smiling in
the most peculiar way. When most people smile, their lips go out sideways. This woman's lips went
upwards27 and downwards28, showing all her front teeth and gums. The gums were like raw meat.
It is always a shock to discover that you are being watched when you think you are alone.
And what was this strange woman doing in our garden anyway?
I noticed that she was wearing a small black hat and she had black gloves on her hands and
the gloves came nearly up to her elbows.
Gloves! She was wearing gloves!
I froze all over.
"I have a present for you," she said, still staring at me, still smiling, still showing her teeth and
gums.
I didn't answer.
"Come down out of that tree, little boy," she said, "and I shall give you the most exciting
present you've ever had." Her voice had a curious rasping quality. It made a sort of metallic29 sound, as
though her throat was full of drawing-pins.
Without taking her eyes from my face, she very a slowly put one of those gloved hands into
her purse and drew out a small green snake. She held it up for me to see.
"It's tame," she said.
The snake began to coil itself around her forearm. It was brilliant green.
"If you come down here, I shall give him to you," she said.
Oh Grandmamma, I thought, come and help me!
Then I panicked. I dropped the hammer and shot up that enormous tree like a monkey. I didn't
stop until I was as high as I could possibly go, and there I stayed, quivering with fear. I couldn't see
the woman now. There were layers and layers of leaves between her and me.
I stayed up there for hours and I kept very still. It began to grow dark. At last, I heard my
grandmother calling my name.
"I'm up here," I shouted back.
"Come down at once!" she called out. "It's past your suppertime."
"Grandmamma!" I shouted. "Has that woman gone?"
"What woman?" my grandmother called back.
"The woman in the black gloves!"
There was silence from below. It was the silence of somebody who was too stunned30 to speak.
"Grandmamma!" I shouted again. "Has she gone?"
"Yes," my grandmother answered at last. "She's gone. I'm here, my darling. I'll look after you.
You can come down now."
I climbed down. I was trembling. My grandmother enfolded me in her arms. "I've seen a
witch," I said.
"Come inside," she said. "You'll be all right with me."
She led me into the house and gave me a cup of hot cocoa with lots of sugar in it. "Tell me
everything," she said.
I told her.
By the time I had finished, it was my grandmother who was trembling. Her face was ashy
grey and I saw her glance down at that hand of hers that didn't have a thumb. "You know what this
means," she said. "It means that there is one of them in our district. From now on I'm not letting you
walk alone to school."
"Do you think she could be after me specially31?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I doubt that. One child is as good as any other to those creatures."
It is hardly surprising that after that I became a very witch-conscious little boy. If I happened
to be alone on the road and saw a woman approaching who was wearing gloves, I would quickly skip
across to the other side. And as the weather remained pretty cold during the whole of that month,
nearly everybody was wearing gloves. Curiously32 enough though, I never saw the woman with the
green snake again.
That was my first witch. But it wasn't my last.
女巫大王
第二天，一个穿黑西装、拎着一个公文包的人来到姥姥家，在客厅和她进行了一番长
谈。他在时我是不准进去的。最后他走了，我姥姥来看我，走得很慢，愁容满面。
“那人宣读了你爸爸的遗嘱。”她说。
“什么叫遗嘱？”我问她。
“是去世前写下的东西。”她说，“上面说死后谁将得到留下的钱和产业。但最重要的是，
一旦父母死后谁将照管孩子。”
我一下子慌了。“是说你吧，姥姥？”我叫道，“我不用到别人那里去吧，对吗？”
“不用去。”她说，“你爸爸不会那样做的。他请我活一天照顾你一天，但还请我带你回你
们在英国的房子。他要我们住在那里。”
“为什么？”我说，“为什么我们不能住在挪威这儿？你不愿意住到别处去的！你说过！”
“我知道，”她说，“但有许多复杂问题跟钱和房子有关，这你是不会明白的。遗嘱里还
说，虽然你们全家是挪威人，但你生在英国，最先在那里受教育，他要你继续进英国学校。”
“噢，姥姥！”我叫道，“你不想到我们在英国的房子里去住，我知道你不想去！”
“我当然不想去，”她说，“但恐怕我也只好去了。遗嘱上说你妈妈也是同样意见，尊重你
父母的遗嘱是最重要的。”
毫无办法，我们得去英国，姥姥马上着手准备动身。“还有几天就开学了，”她说，“因此
我们一点也不能耽搁。”
我们去英国的前一天晚上，我姥姥又继续讲她喜爱的话题。“英国女巫没有挪威多。”她
说。
“我断定我一个也不会碰到。”我说。
“我衷心希望你不要碰到，”她说，“因为英国女巫可能是全世界女巫中最坏的。”
当她坐在那里抽着她那难闻的雪茄，开始讲起来的时候，我眼睛离不开她那只少了大拇
指的手。我忍不住不去看它。我对着它发呆，一直在猜想她那回碰到女巫发生了什么可怕的
事。一定是件极其骇人听闻和可怕的事，否则她就告诉我了。那大拇指也许是扭断的。也可
能是她被迫把她的大拇指放到开水壶里，直到把它烫掉了。再不然就是有人像拔牙那样把它
从她手上拔掉的？我不由得这样猜测着。
“跟我讲讲那些英国女巫做的事吧，姥姥。”我说。
“嗯，”她吸着难闻的雪茄说，“她们最喜欢的诡计是调制一种粉末，把孩子变成大人都讨
厌的东西。”
“什么东西呢，姥姥？”
“通常是鼻涕虫，”她说，“鼻涕虫是她们最喜欢变的东西。大人踏上去把它踩烂，也不知
道那是一个孩子。”
“那真是残酷到极点了！”我叫道。
“或者变成跳蚤，”我姥姥说，“她们会把你变成一只跳蚤。你妈妈还不知道自己在干什
么，就拿出毒跳蚤的药粉，那你就玩儿完了。”
“你吓坏我了，姥姥。我不想回英国去了。”
“我知道英国的女巫，”她只管说下去，“她们把孩子变成野鸡，然后在打野鸡的季节开始
前一天把他们放到森林中去。”
“噢，”我说，“这样他们要被枪打死了！”
“这还用说！”她说道，“接着他们被拔掉毛，烤熟，当晚饭吃。”
我想像着自己是一只野鸡，在持枪的猎人们头顶上乱飞，枪在下面劈劈啪啪开，我突然
翻身落下来。
“就是这样，”我姥姥说，“英国女巫站在一旁，看着大人干掉他们自己的孩子，觉得十分
好玩。”
“我实在不想回英国去了，姥姥。”
“你当然不想去，”她说，“我也不想去，但恐怕我们只好去。”
“每个国家的女巫都不同吗？”我问道。
“完全不同。”我的姥姥说，“但其他国家的我不大知道。”
“你连美国的也不知道吗？”我问道。
“不很知道。”她回答说，“不过我听说那里的女巫能使大人吃他们自己的孩子。”
“不可能！”我叫道，“噢，不，姥姥！那不可能是真的。”
“我不知道是不是真的，”她说，“我只是听说。”
“她们怎么能使大人吃他们自己的孩子呢？”我问道。
“她们可以把孩子变成热狗。”她说，“对于一个聪明的女巫来说，这样做并不太难。”
“世界上每一个国家都有它的女巫吗？”我问道。
“有人的地方就有女巫，”我姥姥说，“每个国家都有一个女巫秘密组织。”
“所有女巫都相互认识吗，姥姥？”
“不，”她说，“只认识本国的。一个国家的女巫被严禁同任何外国的女巫联系。但是，比
如说，一个英国女巫，却认识英国所有的女巫。她们都是朋友，互相通电话，交换致命的毒
药配方。天知道她们还交谈些什么。我想都不愿去想。”
我坐在地板上看着我的姥姥。她把雪茄烟蒂放在烟灰缸里，双手叠放在肚子上。“一年一
度，”她说下去，“每个国家的女巫都要召开自己的秘密会议。她们聚在一个地方听世界女巫
大王演讲。”
“听谁？”我叫道。
“她是全世界女巫的统治者，”我的姥姥说，“她是无所不能的。她毫无恻隐之心。所有的
女巫都怕她。她们一年只在她们的年会中见到她一次。她到各国年会上去鼓气和发布命令。
女巫大王就这样到一个一个国家去参加这种年会。”
“她们在哪里开这些会呀，姥姥？”
“有各种传说，”我姥姥回答，“听说她们和任何开会的妇女团体那样在一家旅馆预定房
间。我还听说在她们住的旅馆里会发生一些奇怪的事。据传说，床都没人睡过，房间地毯上
有烧焦的痕迹，浴缸里发现了癞蛤蟆。在楼下的厨房里，厨师有一次发现了一条小鳄鱼在他
的汤锅里游。”
我的姥姥捡起她的雪茄烟又吸了一口，把难闻的烟深深地吸到她的肺里。
“女巫大王在家的时候住在什么地方呢？”我问道。
“谁也不知道。”我姥姥说，“如果知道，我们就可以把她挖出来消灭掉了。全世界的女巫
爱好者曾经花了他们毕生的精力查找这个女巫大王的秘密总部。”
“女巫爱好者是什么人呀，姥姥？”
“是研究女巫，并知道许多她们的事情的人。”我姥姥说。
“那么你是一位女巫爱好者吗，姥姥？”
“我是个退休的女巫爱好者，”她说，“我太老了，不能再做这种工作了。但我年轻时曾经
环游世界，想找到这个女巫大王，可惜连边也没摸着。”
“她富有吗？”我问道。
“她的钱滚滚而来，”我姥姥说，“就是滚出来的。传说她的总部有一个钞票印刷机，和政
府印钞票的机器一模一样。钞票到底只是一小片纸，上面印上特别的图案和图画就是了。只
要有合适的机器和合适的纸张，谁都可以印。我猜想这女巫大王要多少钱就自己印，然后分
发给各地的女巫们。”
“那么外币呢？”我问道。
“只要用得着，那些机器连中国钞票也能印，”我姥姥说，“只要按一按规定的按钮就行
了。”
“可是姥姥，”我说，“既然没有人见过女巫大王，你怎么能这样断定她存在呢？”
我姥姥狠狠地看了我一阵。“没有人见过鬼，”她说，“但我们知道鬼存在。”
第二天早晨，我们上船去英国，很快我又回到了在肯特的老家，但如今是姥姥照看我。
接着春季学期开学了，每天我去上学，一切又恢复了老样子。
在我家花园头上有一棵大七叶树，在它的树枝高处，蒂米（我最好的朋友）和我已经开
始在造一间漂亮的树上木屋了。我们只能在周末造，但进行得很顺利。我们先铺地板，把一
些宽木板架在离开挺远的两根树枝之间，然后钉好。我们用了一个月就把地板铺好了。接着
我们围着地板竖起了木栏杆。现在只剩盖屋顶了。盖屋顶是件难事。
一个星期六下午，蒂米患流行性感冒卧床，我决定独自盖屋顶。独自一个人待在那棵七
叶树的高处，四周是淡淡的嫩叶，真让人感到愉快。这儿就像是在一个绿色的大洞窟里。另
外，因为位置高，还特别刺激。我姥姥跟我说过，万一掉下去准会把腿摔断。每次我朝树下
望就觉得后背发凉。
我干起来了，把屋顶的第一块木板钉上去。忽然，我的眼角瞥见一个女人就站在底下。
她抬起了头，用最古怪的样子对我微笑。大多数人微笑起来都是嘴唇向两边去的，但这女人
的嘴唇却上下动，露出了她前面的牙齿和牙龈。那牙龈看上去像是生肉。
当你自以为是单独一个人，却发现被人盯着看的时候，你总免不了会大吃一惊。
再说，这个陌生女人在我家花园里干什么？
我注意到她头上戴着黑帽子，手上戴着手套，手套几乎一直套到她的胳膊肘。
手套！她戴着手套！
我全身僵住了。
“我有样东西送给你。”她说，眼睛仍旧盯着我看，嘴唇仍旧微笑着，露出了她的牙齿和
牙龈。
我没有回答。
“从树上下来吧，小朋友，”她说，“我送给你一样你从未有过的最刺激的礼物。”她的声
音古怪刺耳，听着像金属声，好像她喉咙里塞满了图钉。
她的眼睛盯着我的脸，很慢地把一只戴手套的手伸进钱包，拿出一条小青蛇。她把它拿
给我看。
“它很驯服。”她说。
蛇开始绕在她的前臂上。它的颜色碧绿。
“只要你下来，我就把它送给你。”她说。
“噢，姥姥，”我心里说，“快来救我啊！”
这时候我十分惊慌。我扔掉锤子，像只猴子一样窜上那棵大树，到了再也上不去的高处
才停下来，吓得浑身发抖。现在我看不见那个女人了。在她和我之间隔着一层一层树叶。
我在那上面待了许多个钟头，一动也不敢动。天慢慢黑了。最后我听见我姥姥喊我的名
字。
“我在这儿上面呢。”我回答说。
“马上给我下来！”她叫道，“已经过了你的晚饭时间了。”
“姥姥！”我叫道，“那女人走了吗？”
“什么女人？”我姥姥叫着问我。
“那个戴黑手套的女人！”
下面一片静默。这种静默表示一个人呆住了，说不出话来。
“姥姥！”我又叫道，“她已经走了吗？”
“是的，”我姥姥最后回答，“她走了。是我在这里，我的宝贝。我会照顾你的。现在你可
以下来了。”
我从树上爬下来。我在发抖。我姥姥把我紧紧抱在怀里。“我见到了一个女巫。”我说。
“进去吧。”她说，“你和我在一起就平安无事了。”
她带我进屋，给我一杯热可可，放进了许多糖。“把你碰到的事都告诉我。”她说。
我告诉了她。
等到我讲完，这一回轮到我姥姥发抖了。她脸色灰白。我看见她正低头看她那只少了一
个大拇指的手。“你知道这说明什么问题吗？”她说，“这说明在我们这地区有一个这种东西。
从现在起我不能让你单独去上学了。”
“你认为她会专门盯住我吗？”我问道。
“不，”她说，“我认为不会。对她们来说，哪个孩子都一样。”
毫不奇怪，从此以后我成了一个对女巫极其敏感的孩子。只要我一个人在路上，看见一
个戴手套的女人走过来，我马上就会溜到马路对面去。那整整一个月天气一直非常冷，几乎
人人都戴手套。奇怪极了，我再也没有看见过那个拿出青蛇来的女人。
这是我碰到的第一个女巫，但不是我碰到的最后一个。
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petrified
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