The bar- keep eyed the man asking for the room and collect the coins.  Then he sent the young boy, Daniel to tend to his horse.  “Aye sir, my daughter will be back with your drink and food.”<br/><br/>The little boy ran out the back door and around the majesty to collect the man’s horse. Bringing the horse around back to the stables where many other horses were fed and watered.  He placed the horse in a stall by it self, made sure the water holder had plenty of fresh water.  He made sure the hay was dry and clean for the horse to eat and lay on.  He then came back in to hear the newcomer’s speech.<br/><br/>"Gentleman, I have heard your concerns that there might be a witch in the area perhaps I may be of assistance. I am Fritz Jaeger a inquisitor of the church."<br/><br/><br/>Daniel looked at his grandfather coolly.   He watched as his mother brought the man his plate and ale.  His grandfather eyed him and shook his head.  When he saw Daniel he shook his head and pointed out the door.  Daniel went back outside but not far away.  Just outside the door.  He could hear the men and patrons give the woman that brought him into this world a death sentence.  To call her witch was horrible.  She may be a cookie of a woman.  But a witch.  He had heard lies of her and his thoughts were always the same.  He still visits the lass every year.  On the day he was born.  In fact, his 10th birthday will be coming up.  But he may need to make this trip sooner.  The woman needs to know what is coming and he was going to be the one to tell her first.  He shot out past the back of the building through the forest taking his short cut under the bridge. Heading to her.<br/><br/><br/>Cytherea was knee deep in wire when she heard her name from a breathless boy.  It was soon to be his 10th birthday.  Daniel Malloy.  She stood where she was waiting for the boy to stop and take a breath.  She even offered water laughing at his quickness. “What is with you, you’re early.  But I suppose you can have your gift already.  She stepped over the wire.<br/><br/>“No, Cytherea, there is talk about you.”<br/><br/>Cytherea chuckled, “There is talk always talk about me. What is it this time?  Am I eating children again?  Better leave before you fall victim then?”  She turned and made a mockery of a monster and made her hands into claws.  “Or am I bewitching the livestock? That’s a good one though got to give them that. Or,” She stopped and placed her finger on her chin with a sly grin.  “I am bewitching men to com to me!”  She broke into laughter.  But the boy was not smiling.  “This is serious isn’t it?  Come in and have some stew and we will talk.”  And Cytherea and Daniel walked inside and Cytherea closed the door.<br/>