After all, we have condemned it unheard.
Both witches could talk a magic tongue, and make themselves mutually understood.

Neither knew the other's natural tongue.

But when our witch noticed several large ferocious tears rolling down her opponent's cheeks, she was able, by means of magic, to say: "Great Scott, my good person, what are you crying for ?" "I am not crying," replied the German witch.

"I would not allow one tear of mine to fall upon and water one possible grain of wheat in this accursed country of yours.

Certainly I am not crying." "Accursed country ?" echoed the astounded English witch.