“I’ve answered two of the questions,” smiles Wen.
“You mean you’ve found solutions to two of the problems, and which would they be then?”
“I know where the tower is situated.”
“Ah, I thought you had the air of one who has been grubbing about in old books about you.”
“If by ‘grubbing about’ you mean research, I feel no sense of shame about that,” says Wen.
“You already know about it?”
“I know of it, yes, but I wouldn’t like to steal your thunder.”
“The tower is built in a wood.”
“Would your second ‘answer’ have anything to do with how the tower was constructed, by any chance?”
“It might,” says Wen, “and we needn’t have done any ‘grubbing’ for this one, we could have worked it out.”
“Ah, Little Grub, ’tis music to my ears… Pray explicate! Pray explicate…”
“As the Old Woman is an Enchantress, in the Grimm version, and an Ogress in Basile’s, the tower was constructed around the girl and then raised by enchantment.”
“A woman wearing a tower, naturally, I know not how I missed it, but why is the owner of the herb garden… the Enchantress… the Ogress, or even, the Sorceress, an Old Woman, and without resorting to names, who is she?”
“More problems,” says Wen.
“I am afraid so.” …