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Wookey
Hole Caves
Wookey Hole, Wells, Somerset
BA5 1BB, England
The
Story Of The Wookey Witch
The
Legend of how the Witch of Wookey was Turned
to Stone
At the request
of the villagers of Wookey, Father Bernard
was appointed by the Abbot of Glastonbury
to exorcise the Witch of Wookey. Father
Bernard had particular skill in such matters,
being deeply versed in the exorcising of
necromancers and wizards.
The villagers
led the Father to the shadow of the cliff
at the valleys end where his keen grey eyes
rested on the entrance to the rock; then
he looked up to the sky, as if in invocation.
Unfastening the rosary and the crucifix
about his neck, he moved forward, and was
swallowed up by the interior darkness of
the hill
For a time,
with his arms stretched out before him,
the monk groped blindly onwards, and already
the tunnel he traversed appeared to be unending,
when a point of feeble light shone through
the blackness. He pressed on until he was
within the threshold of a yawning cavern.
Something
moved by the stone lamp set on the floor
at the farther side. A crouching heap of
rags stirred, heaved and then erected itself
into the uncertain light from the wisp of
flame. A peering form, gaunt and terrible,
confronted the monk across the width of
the cavern. The pale features of the stranger
were barely visible in the gloom; the face
of the Witch glared in full, misshapen relief
above the flicker of yellow light.
There was a
hissing intake of breath, a lean arm shot
out towards the Benedictine, and a gloating
chuckle sounded through the chamber. Then
a voice, malignant and threatening, addressed
him; "Rash beyond all reason, why comest
thou to look on me ? "
The beads were
swiftly passing beneath the touch of Father
Bernard's fingers, but his answer sounded
high and calm in the quiet of the cave.
" It is
Holy Mother Church that bids thee. Repent
O misguided spirit, and leave thy wickedness
ere judgment overtake thee. Thou troublest
heaven with thy sorceries and thy mischiefs
are abhorred of all mankind. Repent; put
away the powers of evil, for thy spells
shall not avail thee against the wrath that
is to come."
The arm was
gradually withdrawn, and behind the monk
rose a sound of hoarse and laboured breathing.
Father Bernard lifted up the crucifix and
never turned his head. " Woman "
he said solemnly, " I say once more,
Repent; for thy wizardry can harm me not."
An empty hush came down on the cave again,
but for a moment only; then peal after peal
of long-drawn laughter, beating on the ears
and distracting the senses, ran round the
gloomy void. A circle of livid light grew
about the rock on which the Benedictine
stood, and a thick haze interposed between
the Witch and the hooded figure of the man.
With his lips
moving silently, and his eyes riveted on
the obscuring outline of the Witch, the
monk advanced. As he stepped beyond the
confining ring of flame with unscorched
robes, a rending crash shook the Cave, and
a mass of rock, breaking out of the lofty
roof, fell headlong over the place he had
just forsaken. With a shriek of execration
and anger, the hag sprang back towards the
river, signing swiftly with her hand.
But Father
Bernard had raised his own. His gaze was
relentless and fixed, and a stern and quelling
authority showed in his aspect. The Witch
checked, and halted suddenly immovable,
while a shadow of fear flashed across her
intent and baleful visage. In strong, unhurried
tones the monk was speaking, and the sonorous
Latin phrases rang with a hollow echo through
the cavern.
The Witch of
Wookey convulsively stiffened, as if held
in an invisible grasp. The glare froze in
her eyes, and her lips writhed back in an
effort to frame a final malediction. Her
evil figure subtly changed, appearing to
solidify and straighten; the tattered garments
seemed to sink in and merge with her aged
flesh. A supreme tremor passed into an unbreathing,
deathly rigour, and, as the monk's voice
ceased, only a stony image reared itself
by the unheeding river.
Folding his
black robe about him, Father Bernard turned
towards the way he had come. As he gained
the rocky passage, the oil in the lamp sent
up a hovering tongue of flame and went out.