Chapter 17

A spare basement bedroom housed what she breezily said was the “paraphernalia of witchcraft and magic,” (whatever that meant) some kind of altar in one corner, with a long knife (she called it an athamay)and what looked like a fairy wand and a big soup pot, and strings of dried herbs, small bottles, with both liquids and powders, and more books. Fresh herbs grew in clay pots in the windows, giving the room a rich aromatic scent. Henry hoped he could remember all the names for the different things later.