_Q_. Whether she had ever called upon the devil there? _R_. That had never come into her mind. _Q_. Whether, then, the devil had appeared to her there, uncalled? _R_. God defend her from such a thing. _Q_. So she could not bewitch? _R_. No. _Q_. What, then, befell Kit Zuter his spotted cow, that it suddenly died in her presence? _R_. She did not know; and that was a strange question. _Q_. Then it would be as strange a question, why Katie Berow her little pig had died? _R_. Assuredly; she wondered what they would lay to her charge. _Q_. Then she had not bewitched them? _R_. No; God forbid it. _Q_. Why, then, if she were innocent, had she promised old Katie another little pig, when her sow should litter? _R_. She did that out of kind-heartedness. (And hereupon she began to weep bitterly, and said she plainly saw that she had to thank old Lizzie Kolken for all this, inasmuch as she had often threatened her when she would not fulfil all her greedy desires, for she wanted everything that came in her way; moreover, that Lizzie had gone all about the village when the cattle were bewitched, persuading the people that if only a pure maid pulled a few hairs out of the beasts' tails they would get better. That she pitied them, and knowing herself to be a maid, went to help them; and indeed, at first it cured them, but latterly not.) _Q_. What cattle had she cured? _R_. Zabel his red cow; _item_, Witthan her pig, and old Lizzie's own cow. _Q_. Why could she afterwards cure them no more? _R_. She did not know, but thought--albeit she had no wish to fyle any one--that old Lizzie Kolken, who for many a long year had been in common repute as a witch, had done it all, and bewitched the cows in her name and then charmed them back again, as she pleased, only to bring her to misfortune. _Q_. Why, then, had old Lizzie bewitched her own cow, _item_, suffered her own pig to die, if it was she that had made all the disturbance in the village, and could really charm? _R_. She did not know; but belike there was some one (and here she looked at the Sheriff) who paid her double for it all. _Q_. It was in vain that she sought to shift the guilt from off herself; had she not bewitched old Paasch his crop, nay, even her own father's, and caused it to be trodden down by the devil, _item_, conjured all the caterpillars into her father's orchard? _R_. The question was almost as monstrous as the deed would have been. There sat her father, and his worship might ask him whether she ever had shown herself an undutiful child to him. (Hereupon I would have risen to speak, but _Dom. Consul_ suffered me not to open my mouth, but went on with his examination; whereupon I remained silent and downcast.) _Q_. Whether she did likewise deny that it was through her malice that the woman Witthan had given birth to a devil's imp, which straight-way started up and flew out at the window, so that when the midwife sought for it it had disappeared?