'You're sure it's under control?' Suz seemed a little nervous. I looked at the kitten. It was watching Suz with a great deal of interest.
'What do you mean, under control?' Shiara said. 'She's a perfectly well-behaved kitten. Morwen wouldn't have given her to me if she wasn't.'
'Cats are not-Did you say Morwen?' Suz peered at Shiara. 'Yes, I said Morwen. Can't you finish a sentence?'
Suz ignored her. 'You've been to see Morwen? I didn't know that. Oh, dear me, I must be dreadfully behind. Why, all sorts of things could be happening that I don't know about! How perfectly dreadful. I must really get back to work at once. Oh yes, indeed I must.'
The lizard ran down the branch and disappeared behind the tree trunk.
'Wait a minute!' I said. I ducked around the back of the tree, but Suz was nowhere in sight. I shook my head and went back to where Shiara was standing.
'He's gone again,' I said. 'And he still hasn't told me what castle he's talking about.'
'So what? Nobody else has told us anything either.' Shiara glared at the branch where Suz had been sitting. 'I don't think he's very polite. He didn't even say good-bye.'
'He keeps going off like that,' I said. 'I think that's just how he is.'
'Well, I can't say I'm sorry he left,' Shiara said. 'Come on, let's find that stream Morwen was talking about. I'm thirsty.'
We started walking again. Shiara put the kitten down, and we took turns keeping an eye on her. She had a marvelous time jumping on leaves and attacking bushes while Shiara and I talked about what Shiara was going to name her. Finally she decided on Nightwitch. I didn't think that was a very good name, but Shiara liked it, so I didn't say anything.
By the time we found the stream, Shiara and I were tired and hungry as well as thirsty, so we stopped. We each took a drink, and then we sat down and opened the bundles Morwen had given us. Just as I had expected, there were packets of food right on top-meat pies and apples and gingerbread.
Shiara and I each ate some, and we gave one of the meat pies to Nightwitch.
There was a little left over, so we wrapped it up and put it back in my bundle before we started off down the stream.
We stayed as close to the bank as we could. It's easy to get lost in the Enchanted Forest, especially if you don't really know where you're going. If we got out of sight of the stream, we might never find it again.
In a couple of places the trees grew in thick clumps, right up to the water's edge, and we had to choose between wading and going around. I didn't like the dark look of the forest near the tree clumps, and the water was only ankle deep, so we waded. Nightwitch did not approve.
The forest got darker as we went along. I was sure, now, that the trees were bigger, and they were certainly closer together even when they weren't growing in tight clumps. We spent more and more time in the stream, but the water wasn't very cold and the pebbles on the bottom were smooth, so it wasn't particularly unpleasant. Even so, I was glad when the woods started to open up again.
Then I saw the clearing a little ahead of us. A minute later, I saw the person sitting in it.
She was a princess. She had to be. Her hair was long and golden and not tangled at all, and her eyes were very blue, and her skin was very white, and she was very, very beautiful. One dainty foot was peeping out from under her blue silk gown. Her hands were folded in her lap, and she was looking at them with a sad expression.
Shiara poked me. I realized that I was standing in a stream with my shoes in one hand and Morwen's bundle in the other and my mouth hanging open. I swallowed and waded over to the bank. I wanted to put my shoes back on before we got any closer. I had seen at least two princesses before, that I knew of, but both of them were enchanted and hadn't looked at all like their usual selves when I met them. When I finished with my shoes, the Princess was looking in our direction.
I stood up hastily and hurried toward her. Shiara followed. As soon as I was within speaking distance, I stopped and bowed. The Princess smiled sadly.
'I bid you such poor welcome as I may,' she said in a musical voice.
'Alas! That I can offer you no refreshment. For I am in great distress.'
'I'm sorry to hear that,' I said. 'Is there anything I can do to help?'
'I fear not,' said the Princess. 'For you are as yet a youth. Alas! And woe is me! For I am in great distress.'
'All right, all right. So tell us about it,' Shiara said. She sat down on the ground and looked at the Princess expectantly.
I frowned. I didn't think that was the proper way to address a princess, though I wasn't positive. Mother had taught me a lot more about dragons than she had about princesses.
'You are kind to inquire of my sad tale,' the Princess said. 'It is not long to tell. My father was a king, much beloved of his people, and I his only daughter. Being lonely after my mother's death, my father remarried, to a woman comely but proud, and under her influence have I suffered these seven years. And now the King my father is dead, and my stepmother hath cast me out, to wander alone and friendless through the world. Alas! For I am-' 'In great distress. We know. You said that before,' Shiara said. 'Why didn't you throw her out when your father died? It would have saved you a lot of trouble.'
The Princess's blue eyes filled with tears and she bowed her head.
''Twas not within my power to work harm against her, alas. And now I seek some prince or hero who will take pity on my destitute state and return me to my proper place. Woe is me! That I should be without help in such distress.'
'Sounds like a lousy excuse to me,' Shiara muttered under her breath.
Fortunately, the Princess didn't hear.
'I'm afraid we can't help you get your kingdom back,' I said. 'I'm very sorry. But if there's any other service I can do for you, I'd be happy to do it.'
'Daystar?' Shiara's voice was horrified, and suddenly I realized what I'd said. I swallowed. At least I'd only promised to try.
'There is one thing,' the Princess said. She raised her head, and her eyes were very bright. I went cold. The Princess smiled sweetly.
'Give me your sword,' she said.
7
In Which There Is a Good Deal of Discussion
I stared at the Princess.
Then I shut my mouth and swallowed again, hard. Mother isn't going to like this at all, I thought. I was just about to draw the sword and give it to her when Shiara said, 'Wait a minute, Daystar.'
I stopped and looked at her. She looked at the Princess. 'Daystar hasn't got a sword.'
'What?' the Princess and I said at the same time. The Princess frowned. 'I am not blind, to be so easily deceived. See, there it is.' She pointed to my scabbard.
'That,' said Shiara triumphantly, 'is the Sword of the Sleeping King.
So it belongs to him, not to Daystar, and Daystar can't give it away.'
The Princess looked very puzzled. I thought for a minute. Shiara was right, but she was wrong, too. I mean, it was obvious what the Princess had meant, even if she hadn't said it right. I sighed and reached for the hilt.
Shiara turned on me. 'Daystar, what are you doing?'
'Giving her the sword,' I said, tugging at it. The sword wouldn't come out of the sheath. 'You know as well as I do what she meant.'
'Well, if all those wizards and sorceresses can be picky about the way people say things, why can't you?' Shiara was so mad I expected her hair to start burning any minute. 'You can't even get it out of the sheath! You
