With a sudden wrench, everything snapped into place. The trees stopped flickering and the moss smoothed and lay still. The forest closed up around the burned-out clearing, circling it completely and cutting it off from the outside world. Mendanbar gave a sigh of relief.
'It worked?' he cried triumphantly. A breeze brushed past him, carrying the sharp smell of ashes, and he sobered. He hadn't repaired the damage; he had only isolated it. 'Well, at least it should keep people from wandering into the Enchanted Forest by accident,' he reminded himself.
'That's something.'
One by one, Mendanbar let go of the threads of magic he had pulled across the gap. He felt them join the other unseen strands, merging back into the normal network of magic that crisscrossed the forest.
When he had released the last thread, he wiped his hands on his shirt, then wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve.
'Are you quite finished?' said a voice from a tree above his head.
Mendanbar looked up and saw a fat gray squirrel sitting on a branch, staring down at him with disapproval.
'I think so,' Mendanbar said. 'For the time being, anyway.'
'For the time being?' the squirrel said indignantly. 'What kind of an answer is that? Not useful, that's what I call it, not useful at all.
Finding my way across this forest is hard enough when people don't make bits of it jump around, not to mention burning pieces of it and I don't know what else. I don't know what this place is coming to, really I don't.'
'Were you here when the trees were burned?' Mendanbar asked. 'Did you see what happened? Or who did it?'
'Well, of course not,' said the squirrel. 'If I had, I'd have given him, her, or it a piece of my mind, I can tell you. Really, it's too bad. I'm going to have to work out a whole new route to get home. And as for giving directions to lost princes, well, it's hopeless, that's what it is, just hopeless. I'll get blamed for it when they come out wrong, too, see if I don't. Word always gets around. 'Don't trust the squirrel,' they'll say, 'you always go wrong if you follow the squirrel's directions.' They never stop to think of the difficulties involved in a job like mine, oh, no. They don't stop to say thank-you, either, not them. Ask the squirrel and go running off, that's what they do, and never so much as look back. No consideration, no gratitude.
You'd think they'd been raised in a palace for all the manners they have.'
'If they're princes, they probably have been raised in palaces,' Mendanbar said. 'Princes usually are.'
'Well, no wonder none of them have any manners, then.' The squirrel sniffed. 'They ought to be sent to school in a forest, where people are polite.
You don't see any of my children behaving like that, no, sir. Please and thank you and yes, sir and no, ma'am-that's how I brought them up, all twenty-three of them, and what's good enough for squirrels is good enough for princes, I say.'
'I'm sure you're right,' Mendanbar said. 'Now, about the burned spot-' 'Wicked, that's what I call it,' the squirrel interrupted. 'But hooligans like that don't stop to think, do they? Well, if they did, they wouldn't go around setting things on fire and making a lot of trouble and inconvenience for people. Inconsiderate, every last one of them, and they'll be sorry for it one day, you just wait and see if they aren't.'
'Hooligans?' Mendanbar blinked and began to feel more cheerful.
Maybe he wasn't in trouble with the dragons after all. Maybe it had been a rogue who had burned out part of his forest. That would be bad, but at least he wouldn't have to figure out a way of dragon-proofing the whole kingdom. He frowned. 'How am I going to find out for sure?' he wondered aloud.
'Ask Morwen,' said the squirrel, flicking her tail.
'What?'
'I said, ask Morwen. Honestly, don't you big people know how to listen? You'd think none of you had ever talked to a squirrel before, the way most of you behave.'
'I'm very sorry,' Mendanbar said. 'Who's Morwen?'
'That's better,' the squirrel said, mollified. 'Morwen's a witch. She lives over by the mountains-just head that way until you get to the stream, then follow it to the big oak tree with the purple leaves.
Turn left and walk for ten minutes and you should come out in her backyard. That is,' she added darkly, 'you should if all this burning things up and moving things around hasn't tangled everything too badly.'
'You think this witch had something to do with what happened?'
Mendanbar waved at the ashy clearing a few feet away.
'I said no such thing! Morwen is a very respectable person, even if she does keep cats.'
'Then I don't understand why you think I should talk to her.'
'You asked for my advice, and I've given it,' said the squirrel.
'That's my job. I'm not supposed to explain it, too, for heaven's sake. If you want explanations, talk to a griffin.'
'If I see one, I will,' said Mendanbar. 'Thank you for your advice.'
'You're welcome,' said the squirrel, sounding pleased. She flicked her tail twice and leaped to a higher branch. 'Good-bye.' In another moment she had disappeared behind the trunk of the tree.
'Good-bye,' Mendanbar called after her. He waited, but there was no further response. The squirrel had gone.
Slowly, Mendanbar started walking in the direction the squirrel had pointed. When someone in the Enchanted Forest gave you advice, you were usually best off following it, even if you were the King.
'specially if you're the King,' Mendanbar reminded himself. He wished he knew a little more about this Morwen person, though. He wasn't really surprised that he hadn't heard of her. So many witches lived in and around the Enchanted Forest that it was impossible for anyone to keep track of them all. Still, this one must be something special, or the squirrel wouldn't have sent the King of the Enchanted Forest to her.
What sort of witch was Morwen? 'Respectable' didn't tell him a lot, especially coming from a squirrel. Morwen could be a white witch, but she could also be the sort of witch who lived in a house made of cookies in order to enchant passing children.
'She could even be a fire witch,' he said to himself. 'There are probably one or two of them who could be termed respectable.' He thought about that for a moment. He'd never heard of any himself.
If Morwen had lived in the Enchanted Forest for a long time, she was probably a decent sort of witch, he decided at last. The nasty ones generally made trouble before they'd been around very long, and then someone would complain to the King.
'And nobody has complained about Morwen,' he finished.
Mendanbar reached the stream and turned left. Maybe it had been a mistake to cancel all those boring formal festivals and dinners Willin liked so much, he mused. They would have given him a chance to meet some of the ordinary people who lived in the Enchanted Forest. Or rather, he amended, the people who didn't make trouble. 'Ordinary' was not the right word for anyone who lived in the Enchanted Forest, not if they managed to stay alive and in more or less their proper shape.
His reflections were cut short by a loud roar. Glancing up, he saw a lion bounding toward him along the bank of the stream. It looked huge and fierce and not at all friendly. As it leaped for his throat, Mendanbar batted hastily at a nearby strand of magic. The lion sailed over Mendanbar's head and landed well behind him, looking surprised and embarrassed. It whirled and tried again, but this time Mendanbar was ready for it. With a quick twist and pull, he froze the lion in the middle of rearing on its hind legs and stepped back to study it.
The lion roared again, plainly frustrated as well as embarrassed and confused. Mendanbar frowned and twitched another invisible thread.
Suddenly the roaring had words in it.
'Let me down.' the lion shouted. 'This is entirely undignified. How dare you treat me like this?'
'I'm the King,' said Mendanbar. 'It's my job to keep this forest as safe as I reasonably can. And I don't much like being jumped at when I'm just walking along minding my own business.'
'What?' The lion stopped roaring and peered at him nearsightedly.
'Oh, bother. I'm exceedingly sorry, Your Majesty. I didn't recognize you.
