The bird hopped on to her wrist.
Granny gasped, and little threads of green and blue burned like marsh gas along her arm for a moment.
'Are you all right?' said Oats.
'Never been better. I'll need this bird, Hodgesaargh.'
'It's dark, mistress.'
'That won't matter. But it'll need to be hooded.'
'Oh, I never hood wowhawks, mistress. They're never any trouble.'
'This bird... this bird,' said Granny, 'is a bird I reckon no one's ever seen before. Hood it.'
Hodgesaargh hesitated. He recalled the circle of scorched earth and, before it, something looking for a shape in which it could survive...
'It is a wowhawk, isn't it, mistress?'
'And what makes you ask that?' said Granny slowly. 'After all, you're the falconer in these parts.'
'Because I found... in the woods... I saw...'
'What did you see, Hodgesaargh?'
Hodgesaargh gave up in the face of her stare. To think that he'd tried to capture a phoenix! At least the worst the other birds could do would be to draw blood. Supposing he'd been holding it... He was overcome by a very definite burning desire to get this bird out of here.
Strangely, though, the other birds weren't disturbed at all. Every hooded head was turned towards the little bird on Granny Weatherwax's wrist. Every blind, hooded head.
Hodgesaargh picked up another hood. As he fastened it over the bird's head he thought, for a moment, that there was a flash of gold from underneath.
He put that down as not his business. He'd survived quite happily in the castle for many years by knowing where his business was, and he was suddenly very clear that it wasn't here, thank goodness.
Granny took a few deep breaths.
'Right,' she said. 'Now we'll go up to the castle.'
'What for? Why?' said Oats.
'Good grief, man, why d'you think?'
'The vampires are gone,' said the priest. 'While you were... getting better. Mr Hodges... aargh found out. They've just left the soldiers and the, er, servants. There was a lot of noise and the coach went, too. There's guards all over the place.'
'How did the coach get out, then?'
'Well, it was the vampires' coach and their servant was driving it, but Jason Ogg said he saw Mrs Ogg, too.'
Granny steadied herself against the wall.
'Where did they go?'
'I thought you could read their minds or something,' said Oats.
'Young man, right now I don't think I can read my own mind.'
'Look, Granny Weatherwax, it's obvious to me you're still weak from loss of blood-'
'Don't you dare tell me what I am,' said Granny. 'Don't you dare. Now, where would Gytha Ogg've taken them?'