But I mustn't stay with you.

I mustn't set foot on this land--I can smell cleverness and un-magic even from here.

I must go back to my little Spring island, and my parish of Faery...." "Ah, witch, don't leave me, don't leave me like this, ill and bewildered and so far from home...." "How can you ever be far from home, you, a dweller in the greatest home of all.

Did you think you had destroyed the House of Living Alone?
Did you think you could escape from it ?" Sarah Brown said nothing.

She watched the witch call Harold her Broomstick to her, and adjust the saddle and tighten the strap round his middle.