The Witch And Her Two Disciples -

Then, as things do, she left. There was no drama—no sign of the flames of witches in the tales. She had, it seemed, sewn herself into the peat under the cottage. Lior woke one morning and found only a note tacked to the door, written in a hand that trembled like a reed: Go softly. Teach less than they ask. Stay honest with the small things.