The Witch did put a spell on the horse which went back the trail it made. Mortimer was scared to look that his companion had left him all alone with the witch. She took her wan from her sleeve and and swung it around. A vortex wrapped around them and soon they were transported to the witch's Cottage. It was a small, round, stone house nearby a lake with marsh lands and tons of tall trees around. By the end of a trail Moritmer could see the clear sky in distance, it would be some kind of open space.
"Well, you'll find this a nice home for the coming days" the witch said. "We just need to get you a home, because you're not sleeping with me, of course!"
The witch shook her wand - from the woods hundreds of sticks and leaves reunited in the air and landed by the margin constructing what looked like a small hut for him.
"What iss fat?" he asked appalled.
"That's where you'll sleep?"
"WHat? No! I sleep in a king size bed, with fluffy pillow and I get tea in the morning served in bed..."
The witch interrupted him with a high laughter.
"Speak no nonesense, love. That muddy layer will do just fine for a lizard like you" she explained.
"I have to get married, I have people that'll look for me..."
"You should have thought about that before. Until you learn humbleness you'll sleep in a stick hut. Now stay here and make no noise, warn me if someone comes or scare them...yeah, do that, be useful". The Witch gave him no other option, she snapped her fingers and felt as if something trapped his throat, although he wanted to speak he couldn't. So for the record, Mortimer accepted his fate momentarily and stood there while the witch went inside. He wasn't even worthy of getting inside the house...
Mortimer walked towards the murky lake and peeked the water. His reflection suddenly scared him and made him scream - instead of a manly terrified cry he heard a gultural grotesque screech that his throat made. Life wasn't going to be easy...