The Witchfinder is far from here.
There is, however, a Witchfinder Sergeant.
No. I'm here to join the Witchfinder Army.
Welcome to the Witchfinder Army, new recruit.
Witchfinder, please. The witches are gone.
And the Witchfinder lurks out there somewhere.
Do you hear my voice, Witchfinder?
You are, as of now, Witchfinder Private Pulsifer.
Speak. Witchfinder… can you hear me?
Witchfinder Major Pulsifer, all is prepared.
You're a pretty good Witchfinder, though.
But you can call me Witchfinder Major Pulsifer.
Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell.
At last, Witchfinder, you have come to save us.
Witchfinder Private Not-a-Computer-Engineer… did we save the world yesterday?
The Witchfinder Army. Perhaps you have heard of it.
The Witchfinder's campaign brought him through here not long ago.
Oh, and I should have asked about Witchfinder Major Milkbottle?
Do you know how fortunate we were to escape the Witchfinder?
If you need us, the Witchfinder Army are here for you.
My given name, Witchfinder Private Maggs,
is Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery.
Aye. Well, my best operatives, that would be Witchfinder Lieutenant… Table.
Aye. Well, my best operative, that would be Witchfinder Lieutenant Table.
Witchfinder General for Queen Kane and the Holy Guardians of the Payan.
Nor is there a Witchfinder Colonel, a Witchfinder Major, not even a Witchfinder Captain.
I'm the Witchfinder, Maghra, and there is one sitting in my tent as we speak!
Under him are Witchfinder Colonels Green and Jones, and Witchfinder Majors Jackson, Robinson and Smith.
The Alkenny were willing to hand us over to the Witchfinder in order to save themselves.
As your Witchfinder general, I have come to report that I have
failed my queen… and I accept the natural consequence.