well, there are enchanted pies and there are non enchanted pies.

This just goes to show how gothic fiction really does range from the sublime to the ridiculous:

The company assembled at the proper time, and were seated in due form and order, Lady de Morney at the head and Elwyn at the bottom of the table; when having helped most of the party, Camelford requested him to send him a slice of a large raised pie, which made a distinguished figure. Bertha cried out with a well-affected terror, “Don’t touch it; I am sure ’tis enchanted; I saw the crust move.”
“Child, (cried Lady de Morney,) what do you mean?”
“What i say madam, for indeed it was lifted up.”
“Take care what you are about, Elwyn, (said Camelford,) or by God you may cut off the head of a conjurer, who has jumped into the pie in honour of your feast.”
“Supposing we l;et De Clavering dissect him, “said De Willows;) he is undoubtedly the best hand at cutting up his own species.”
De Clavering, who suspected some joke, cautiously raised yup one side of the crust, when , to the astonishment of the party, out jumped a squirrel. Happy in having regained its liberty, it sprang across the table, and immediately made its way into Edeliza’s pocket, where it was accustomed to run for shelter. She was shocked at the danger from which her favourite had escaped…..

That is the first, and probably the last time we meet Edeliza’s “favourite” in the story.


Bungay Castle by Elizabeth Bonhote. Minerva Press 1796