The girl stands there watching me, dumb as a post. I command her. "Speak to me!"
"I'd like to ask you something," she says.
"Fine. Go ahead, but not every question has a good answer; if you know too much you will soon grow old."
She asks about my horsemen. I tell her they are my faithful servants--my bright day, my red sun, my dark night. "What else? You've asked me about what is outside, not inside. Mind you, I do not like to have my dirty linen washed in public. So I will ask you something. How do you manage to do the work I set out for you?"
"I am helped by the blessing of my mother," she says.
"Blessings! There will be no blessings in my house!" I drag her out and push her through the gate. Then I grab a skull with burning eyes from the fence, and stick it on a spike. "Here's the light you came for," I snarl. "Give it to your stepsisters."
Baba Yaga Giving the Burning Skull in Vasilisa the Beautiful, Russian Fairy Tales (Afanas'ev).
Illustration by Adirenne Segur.