From Oeffe Mund's essay A Journey Through Witchland,
The Witch House
In Winter on the borders of Witchland, each tribe raids his neighbour's villages for children with which to appease the Witches. The Witches keep bound in iron a Giant from mount Zumzun within a fissure on the slopes of Brazztforqnas and this Giant grinds the children with boulders in a vast stone bowl from which channels, carved in the stone and greased with blood, feed this slag of flesh and bone, into cauldrons of black iron. When they can resist the eating of it, the Witches add lime and sand to these cauldrons for the making of a mortar, for they make ceremony of the building of a house, with singing, chanting and dancing of great violence The house of a Witch is an evil place. It was Pazuzu who taught the Witches this sacrament.
We Encounter a Witch
In Witchland one can always see a forest. Having hidden our boat within a choke of rushes, our small band struck out from the shore of Lake Nyangwe south towards Brazztforqnas, which at a distance of thirty leagues resembled a temple bell, so round and smooth she sat. We came through a belt of marsh which hugged the shore to a plain of brittle blue grass which filled the land between forest, lesser wood and grove. We crept from wood to wood and rested out of sight among the trees of Witchland. Her tall black trees shine like beetles' backs, her sprawling grey trees are clothed in mould and among thorn thickets that hog the ground are flowers so flaming with orange that they glimmer softly in the night.
It was by a lone grey tree we spied a Witch for the first time. She was plucking from it white berries which were more like eggs. Scarcely had I turned to Joed to whisper when her head cocked in our direction and she leaped, bounded and hopped the gap between us. The men were stunned to stiffness. The Witch was upon us like a leopard who jumps like a flea. A man-and-a-half high she wore a black cape and a queer high hat over lank copper hair but was naked below the waist. Her legs and feet were huge with rope-like muscle writhing beneath translucent skin. Her arms were very long and very thin, with hands as large as her feet.
The Witch grabbed two spearmen by their heads and flung their bodies high above the trees while holding fast to their heads, which she hurled at two more spearmen crushing the skull of one and the ribs of the other. The remaining spearmen blinked, gulped, sweated and defecated. However the Witch had never yet met warriors of the stature of Joed and Jale. Instinctively they made to skewer her under armpit from both right and left with bright halberds. So immensely strong were my old friends in their prime that they lifted the Witch for a moment off her feet. As she snapped the shaft of Jale's halberd with her elbow breaking his arm, I stepped in and aimed my trumpet at her face blasting her head with Involutions of Swift Leprosy. While her eyes, nose and mouth swelled over with ghastly tumours she flailed blindly and began to suffocate so I signalled to the men to stand aside and pressed my hand on the flesh over her heart and uttered Vance's Malproportioned Innards and Limbs and watched as one leg shot out like a python while the other became a stump, her stomach exploded and one giant tooth burst through the vegetable mass of her face.
We returned quietly in the dark to our boat as I reflected on the risk in approaching Brazztforqnas through this land of Witches without exquisite preparations.