000097 #worm One of the witches--the tall, stringy one--gave me a bead. A little black one, fat in the middle and small on the ends, with little white markings around its equator. He told me where it came from, someplace special, some old crone or something, but I don't remember. I wore it on a piece of leather around my neck. Over the next couple of years I would add other significant beads one or two at a time, but I always liked best the one from the tall witch, and I always loved telling people, "This came from the first witch I ever met."