Anna leans forwards in her chair tensely. "Stop this at once or I'll fetch-"
"He took pity on a child once." Benny talks right over her. "A little baby who wailed and wailed, so he brought it back to its family in Wick. The witches were so cross that they took his arm in its place, as punishment. Cut it off, like felling a dead branch."
"That's absurd," Anna says. "He was born without his arm."
But no one is listening to Anna, except me.