CHAPTER VIII.

The witch then raised her wither'd arm, And waved her wand on high, And, while she spoke the mutter'd charm, Dark lightning fill'd her eye. MEIKLE. "This should be the stair," said the Udaller, blundering in the dark against some steps of irregular ascent--"This should be the stair, unless my memory greatly fail me; ay, and there she sits," he added, pausing at a half-open door, "with all her tackle about her as usual, and as busy, doubtless, as the dev…