Then Baba Yaga stood there, looking even more hideous than Katerina remembered from the few times her father had taken her to the court of the high king in Kiev when Baba Yaga was also in attendance there. She turned immediately to face Katerina - the witch had arrived knowing where she was.
"How long do you think your husband will live?" she asked. "I think it will be a long time. Hours and hours. I wonder if he'll still be thinking of you, at the end. Or if he'll just be wishing Bear would finish up so he can die."
Katerina had expected some such boast; she barely listened. She was much more concerned about whether her binding would hold. "When you look in the mirror, old woman, do you like the face you see?"
"Of course," said Baba Yaga. "But I don't see the same face you do."
"I'm not surprised," said Katerina. "Won't you step over to the mirror and let me see you as you see yourself?"
Baba Yaga laughed. "You're hoping that I'll try to step outside this foolish pentagram and I'll be stopped and then I'll scream and rail against you and finally plead for you to release me, which you'll do only after all these nice people are free, and your husband is safely delivered from my husband's wrath, and I've renounced my claim on Taina, and... oh, what else is it you want?"
"I expected nothing of the kind," said Katerina.
"You drew this pentagram for exercise?" asked Baba Yaga. "This sort of thing is useless against me, you know. I unmake such spells a hundred times a day, and make others twenty times as strong that I can still unmake with a flick of my fingers."
"And yet," said Katerina, "you stay within the pentagram."
"Why not?" said Baba Yaga. "It's as good a place as any to stand and watch you writhe. I'm only deciding whether to make these good people tear you limb from limb and eat you raw, or make you watch while I dismember them. Which would be more fun to think back on? If only I had one of those marvelous little boxes from Ivan's country, that remember things for you so you can see them later, as often as you want to watch."
"You talk and talk," said Katerina, "and yet you continue to stay within the pentagram."
"It amuses me to stay here, so you can hope that the spell you cast might be working."
"You don't know what spell I cast."
"You think I can't smell a binding from a hundred miles away?"
"I'm sure you can."
"Well, here." Baba Yaga waved her hands and clapped. "The binding is undone."
"Well, that was easy, wasn't it," said Katerina.
"Everything you fret over and sweat over is easy for me."
"And yet there you are, within the pentagram."
Emboldened, Katerina walked over to Baba Yaga's mirror and looked in it. "It didn't turn me ugly," said Katerina. "So it can't be the mirror's fault you look the way you do."
"Get away from that table."
"Come and make me," said Katerina.
"Don't think I won't, if you provoke me."
In answer, Katerina began opening boxes and bottles, jars and bags. She took a few of them to the fire and emptied them over the flames.
"You shouldn't play with things you don't understand," said Baba Yaga.
"I'm sure you're right. Though I do recognize some of these things. This is what you used to make the cloth that brought the airplane here, right?"
"Oh, now look what you've done. It will take me minutes and minutes to get more of that."
But Katerina knew otherwise. These things were rare and hard to get, dearly bought when they could be found, and treasured by those who had them. Soon all of them were empty.
"Let these people out of their chains," said Katerina.
"Not likely," said Baba Yaga.
"If you do, and give us safe passage out of here, I won't burn your house down over your head."
"But, foolish girl, that's precisely the only time you could. For as long as I leave them chained here, you won't do anything to harm my house."
"I would be sad to see them die," said Katerina, "but everyone dies eventually."
"Even your husband," said Baba Yaga. "I wonder if Bear has taken his eyes yet, or if he's saving them for last."
"And still you stand within the pentagram."
Katerina dashed a chair against the mirror. The glass shattered.
"No!" cried Baba Yaga. "What kind of monster are you! Don't you know how many slaves I had to kill to