Nuggets like "I have no king. No one believes what I believe" (p.212) insufficient ... The story consists of two confessions: that of a little "witch" and that of a pastor and listening indulging his feelings in letters to his wife. As in all his stories, Fletcher then book a long reflection on life in general, greatly matured and accomplished, through Corrag, marginal endearing, the inner path was powerfully driven. The tension is far from being unsustainable even if it is interesting to see two opposing eyes reach in the same intelligence. It is well written but the text does not hit, there is too much talk. The style comes down to great discoveries that only S. Fletcher is able to write