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I hold all witches in abhorrence, and Mother Chattox especially so." "Your horse looks fresh enough, certainly," said Richard, somewhat shaken in his suspicions. "Where have you been during our stay at Goldshaw? You did not put up at the hostel?" "I went to Farmer Johnson's," replied the reeve, "and you will find upon inquiry that my horse has not been out of his stables for the last hour.
If so, he had been providentially preserved. Quitting the pit, his first idea was to proceed to Barley, which was now only a few hundred yards off, to make inquiries respecting Mother Chattox, and ascertain whether she really dwelt there; but, on further consideration, he judged it best to return without further delay to Goldshaw, lest his friends, ignorant as to what had befallen him, might become alarmed on his account; but he resolved, as soon as he had disposed of the business in hand, to prosecute his search after the hag.
I am Mother Chattox of Pendle Forest, the rival of Mother Demdike, and the enemy of all her accursed brood. Now, do you know me, wench? Men call me witch. Whether I am so or not, I have some power, as they and you shall find. Mother Demdike has often defied me often injured me, but I will have my revenge upon her ha! ha!" "Let me go," cried Alizon, greatly terrified.
An immediate return to Whalley was now proposed by Nowell; but Master Potts was of opinion that, as they were in the neighbourhood of Malkin Tower, they should proceed thither at once, and effect the arrest of Mother Demdike, after which Mother Chattox could be sought out and secured. The presence of these two witches would be most important, he declared, in the examination of Mistress Nutter.
As she spoke, a growl like thunder was heard in the air, and the earth trembled beneath their feet. "Nay, now I am sure you are my mother!" cried Alizon, flinging herself into Mistress Nutter's arms; "and I will go with you." But before they could move, several dusky figures were seen rushing towards them. "Be on your guard!" cried Mother Chattox; "here comes old Demdike with her troop.
"It may be because I reside near them that I have so little apprehension, or rather no apprehension at all," replied Mistress Nutter; "but to me Mother Demdike and Mother Chattox appear two harmless old women." "They're a couple of dangerous and damnable old hags, and deserve the stake," cried Nicholas, emphatically.
With her there are no supplications no arguments; but commands and terrible threats. She is as unsuccessful as her envoy. Alizon has gained courage and defies her." "Ha! does she so?" exclaimed Mother Chattox. "I am glad of it." "The solid floor resounds with the stamping of the enraged witch," pursued Mistress Nutter.
"Will you return to your duty if I help you in this extremity?" he said. "Ay, do, do!" cried Mother Chattox. "Anything to avenge yourself upon that murtherous hag." "Peace!" cried the familiar, spurning her with his cloven foot. "I do not want vengeance," said Mistress Nutter; "I only want to save my child." "Then you consent on that condition?" said the familiar.
"Shall we go to Malkin Tower?" asked Mistress Nutter, shuddering. "No; to the summit of Pendle Hill," rejoined Mother Chattox; "for there the girl will be taken, and there only can we secure her. But first we must proceed to my hut, and make some preparations. I have three scalps and eight teeth, taken from a grave in Goldshaw churchyard this very day. We can make a charm with them."
Whosoever refused her requests speedily experienced her resentment. When she was in the fulness of her power, a rival sprang up in the person of Anne Whittle, since known by the name of Chattox, which she obtained in marriage, and this woman disputed Bess Demdike's supremacy. Each strove to injure the adherents of her rival and terrible was the mischief they wrought.
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