It had to happen: Тиффани grew. She already not student, and adult witch, and destiny for that she is responsible makes not much not small all Chalky hills. Let the habitants of her earth with distrust behave to the witches. Let a young man (that Тиффани never considered the young man!) marry other. Let her tiny friends, Нак-мак-Фигли, toss up the heap of problems to the girl. She will manage. And, as relies to the real witch, all will settle. At least, will try. But at some instant mass of the complications and failures, brought down on a young witch, will become critical. At some instant Тиффани will understand that someone allowed an ancient and spiteful creature on her track, winning over that is impossible. At some instant she will not be frightened to jump in a fire.