Only once did a sorcerer succeed in wounding Notscha in the left arm.

In the course of time one of his pupils insulted the sorcerer.

And now when it was too late, the soldiers realized that the sorcerer had tricked them.

The latter, however, feared that the sorcerer might make himself invisible.

It must have been at the second watch of the night and the sorcerer had not yet come back.

But the sorcerer was already in the room, and again he scolded them.

The sorcerer paled with fear, but Si-Men had him seized and cast into the river.

But the sorcerer flung himself on the ground and begged for mercy.

Once more he looked at a sorcerer and said: “Do you go and hunt them up!”

Some sorcerer, some witch-man, no doubt: it looked fiendlike enough.