Chapter 4
"Wait a minute! What can make you so sure that I'm the one that Mr. Tiny said that's going to be your assistant?" I asked. Mr. Crepsley paused for a long time then he said: "You're right. Desmond Tiny didn't tell me about that. I'm sorry I can't blood you tonight."
"So what are we going to do?"
"Pack your bags and we're heading for Lady Evannas's" he said.
Mr. Crepsley wouldn't say much about the women we were going to meet, where she lived, whether she was a vampire or human, and why we were going to see her. But I think Lady Evanna will help us to solve our problems.
"Who is she?" I asked Mr. Crepsley one morning as we made camp.
He hesitated. "That is harder to explain. It might be best coming from her own lips. Evanna tells different people different things. She might not object to you knowing the truth – but the again, she might."
"Is she an inventor?" I pressed. Mr. Crepsley owned a collection of pots and pans which folded up into tiny bundles, making them easier to carry. He'd told me that Evanna had made them.
"She sometimes invents," he said. "She is a woman of many talents. Much of her time is spent breeding frogs."
"Excuse me?" I blinked.
"It is her hobby. Some people breed horses, dogs or cats. Evanna breeds frogs."
"How can she breed frogs?" I snorted skeptically.
"You will find out," Then he lean forward and tapped my knee." Whatever you say, do not call her a witch."
"Why should I call her a witch?" I asked.
"Because she is one – sort of"
"Witch" Well finally I am going to meet one ..........