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walked off. After a few moments the guards
dropped their aggressive stance and marched out of the dining hall,
their armour rattling as they went.
    "I hope they don't do that every morning,"
Baba Yaga commented, "all that metal jerking tends to get on my
nerves." William snorted. He was absolutely certain that Baba Yaga
was the first person who had abandoned nerves. "So, what's the
plan?" the old witch asked.
    Hilda told her about the findings of the day.
"If you want to see for yourself..." Babs wanted to, so they went
outside again. As they walked around in the garden, Esmee looked
out the window of her room, which gave her perfect view of the
garden and the three magical people.
    "It's not fair," the witch in pink complained
to the yellow flower in her hand. "I do what I can, I put all my
soul in what I do, and they are so... unsophisticated. I am sure
they don't appreciate beauty. They are rough. Uncivilised. Wild. I
think they are dangerous. They should not be allowed to wield so
much magic." Recalling the feeling when Babs had roped her in made
her shiver.
    A wailing sound from some of the children
made her put the flower back in the vase, and quickly she went to
Snow White's rescue Yes, the children were wild and rough also, but
they were but children. Esmee could handle children. As long as
they did not carry wooden swords. Or tried to stab her with the
pointy parts of their crowns. Or came on three strong.
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    Baba Yaga sniffed the air. "Nothing there,"
she said. "Must have been too long ago." They looked at the bones
and not found anything different about them.
    "And there is no feel of magic around
either," Hilda said. She had been dowsing the area with her
wand.
    "But there is hair," William pointed. The two
witches came closer. The wizard had found a patch of hair stuck in
the thorns of a rose bush. The hair was light brown., short and
straight.
    Hilda lifted the patch from the bush and
studied it. "Looks like cat hair."
    Babs agreed. "Must have been some cat though,
considering where the hair stuck."
    "Really," William nodded. "Not many three
foot cats around, usually. But we could ask around, maybe they're
more common here than at home."
    Grimalkin meowed, as she stood up against
Hilda's leg. The witch bent down, holding the hair to her nose.
Grim took her time sniffing the stuff. Then she sneezed and walked
off.
    "Don't tell me your cat is allergic to cats,"
Baba Yaga snickered.
    "Not sure," Hilda wondered, "she's not shown
signs of that with Obsi around."
    Babs looked at her best friend. "Obsi. Grim.
Those are really the names you call them by. And they respond. You
two are even sillier than I had hoped. Do you think I should have a
word with that wizard of yours? Looks to me that this is his doing,
as you started going all funny after he arrived."
    William grinned a big grin. In some distorted
way he could interpret Baba Yaga's words as praise.
    Before Hilda could respond, another meow made
the witches look around. This meow had sounded very different,
almost... calling for attention?
    The three magicals walked to where Grim had
disappeared to. "What's up, Grimalkin?" Hilda said as she kneeled
down with her cat. Grim sat in the middle of a footpath that looked
as if it would lead out of the garden. The witch picked up her cat
and hugged it, making Baba Yaga shiver. Babs could shiver in an
audible way.
    "Does she do that often?" she asked
William.
    "All the time," he confirmed.
    "Egads."
    William grinned as he kneeled down to have a
closer look. There had to be a reason that Grim had warned them.
"Oh, look..." He picked another fluff of hair from a bush, this one
on a lower branch than the first one they had found. It was the
same kind of hair, though. "Looks like it came from the same- uhm-
intruder."
    Baba Yaga took the hair and slowly rubbed it
between her fingers. Her wrinkled face made it impossible to tell
if she was actually looking at it. "Yes, I'd say so. It's not from
the same day