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The Witches Genres: Adventure. Witchlight Genres: Graphic Novels. He would have liked to do this; Sir Simon would have been company. The years passed. Stories began to be told about him: how he could make the thunder come before the lightning, that he was friends with Beelzebub himself.

But Arriman just went on working. He had grown to be a tall and handsome man with dark, flashing eyes, a curved nose like the prow of a Viking ship and a flourishing moustache, but despite his fine lo oks, he was not at all conceited. In the years that followed, Arriman set up a private zoo in which he kept all the nastiest and ugliest animals he could find: monkeys with bald faces and blue behinds, camels with sneering lips and lumpy knees, wallabies with feet like railway sleepers which kicked everything in sight.

He turned the Billiard Room into a laboratory in which fiendish things bubbled all day long giving off appalling smells, and he called in rain clouds from the sea to drip relentlessly on to his roof.

Then one day he woke feeling completely miserable. Like most ogres, he had only one eye in the middle of his forehead, but so as not to upset people he wore a black eyepatch above it to make people think he had two. It soothed him. Now he looked anxiously at his master. I thought I might go away somewhere, Lester. Take a little room in some pretty market town perhaps and write a book. I have a duty, I see that. But how long am I supposed to go on like this?

How long, Lester? Gypsies can, though. There was a gypsy where I worked. Esmeralda, they called her. Knew her stuff, she did. She stared for a long time. Then she pushed the ball away and lit a fag. When this Great New Wizard cometh, you, Arriman the Awful, will be able to lay down the burden of Darkness and Evil which you have carried for so long. Next customer please. But most of the time he spent by the main gate, watching and waiting for the new wizard to come.

It was cold work. Darkington Hall was as far north as you could get without bumping into Scotland and when after a week, Arriman found a chilblain on his left toe, he very sensibly decided to make a Wizard Watcher. The Watcher had four feet and one tail, but it had three heads with keen-sighted and beautiful eyes set on short stalks. And every day at sunrise this gentle and very useful monster would waddle down the avenue, past the blackened trees shaped like gallows, past the oozing well and the devilish maze, and sit in the gateway watching for the wizard.

It watched in this way day after day, month after month, year after year, the Middle Head looking north over the moors, the Left-Hand Head looking west across the forest and the Right-Hand Head looking east towards the sea. Then, on the nine hundred and nintieth day of just sitting there, the Wizard Watcher lost heart and became gloomy and annoyed. There was a pause. The Middle Head nodded. This time the pause was a long one. So the monster turned and lumbered back to the Hall where it found Arriman in his bedroom dressing for dinner.

Mr Leadbetter had been born with a small tail which had made him think he was a demon. This was a silly thing to think because quite a lot of people have small tails.

The Duke of Wellington had one and had to have a special hole made in his saddle when he rode to battle at Waterloo. It means old age, it means death.

It means the end of Wizardry and Darkness and Doom at Darkington. And where is the new wizard, where, where where? What am I going to do? Me, marry! Are you out of your mind?