"What could you possibly have that would interest me? I already have everything..."
Even as the Grand Witch said that, Dorothy Green brought out a small box from her pocket and presented it with a flourish....
Because despite the old woman's denial, she knew that this was something that her Mistress had always wanted. With a small, confident smile, she raised both hands excitedly. Her mistress might just jump with joy.
But the Grand Witch did not even glance at it. Instead, she rose slowly from her chair and turned her back on Dorothy.
"Dorothy," she said, her tone almost pitying, "anything you could possibly have is of no interest to me. Look around you."
She gestured lazily toward the shelves overflowing with charms, crystals, and vials that shimmered in the flickering candlelight. "I have every material thing you can imagine. So, keep your trinkets to yourself."
Dorothy hesitated. "But, Mistress—"
