I, a Sagamore of the Enchanted Wolf. Who should know magic when it stirs but I, of the Siwanois — the Magic Clan? Say what you will, my comrade and blood-brother, there is sorcery abroad; and well I know who wrought it, spinning with spiders’ webs there by the lost Lake of Kendaia — — ” He shuddered slightly. “There by the black waters of the lake — that hag — and all her spawn!”

“Catharine Montour!”

“The Toad-woman herself — and all her spawn.”

“The Senecas?”

“And the others,” he said in a low voice.

A sudden and terrible misgiving assailed me. I swallowed, and then said slowly: