The Witches

THE TRIUMPH

Mr Jenkins had not gone more than a few paces towards The Grand High Witch’s table when a piercing

SCREAM

rose high above all the other noises in the room, and at the same moment I saw The Grand High Witch go shooting up into the air!

Now she was standing on her chair, still SCREAMING …

Now she was on the tabletop, waving her arms …

‘What on earth’s happening, Grandmamma?’

‘Wait!’ my grandmother said. ‘Keep quiet and watch.’

Suddenly all the other witches, more than eighty of them, were beginning to SCREAM and JUMP UP out of their seats as though spikes were being stuck into their bottoms. Some were standing on chairs, some were up on the tables and all of them were wiggling about and waving their arms in the most extraordinary manner.