The One-Eyed Witch
“So she just spat?” Mebet howled.
“Yes,” Makhako said. “She just spat.”
Mebet fell to the skin on the floor under him, choked with laughter.
“The only thing is,” Makhako went on, slightly embarrassed, “the spit should have hit Hadko. After all, he was the one who wanted to marry her. But for some reason she spat on me.”
Mebet said nothing in reply, he was still laughing and incapable of speech. But when he could speak again, he began to question Makhako about how they had ended up at the One-Eyed Witch and whether they had a good time there.
If the one-eyed woman was not known to every single person in the taiga, then at least a majority of its inhabitants knew of her. She was descended from a line of shamans, and at some point she became a shaman herself. But once
