"I'll make time," she vowed. "And I'd like you to train my Guardsmen every day that you can."
Siegfried grinned. "It'll be a pleasure, and a change from play fighting your other suitors." He waggled his eyebrows at the four Guardsmen, one of whom groaned, for Siegfried had not been at all gentle with them. Then he turned to Lily. "I'd like you to put a stiff leather or metal lining in a high collar in the Princess's gowns, if you haven't already," he said gravely. "Someone trying to strangle her will get a rude surprise, and a bit of surprise will give her a chance to squirm away, do a bit of harm and run."
"We will," Lily replied, and smiled slowly. "So far, of all the presents that have been given to Rosamund, I think that I like this one the best."
The forest was cool, deep in shadow and fragrant with the scents of leaf and herb. The only sounds were those of birds and the occasional rustle of something scurrying through the underbrush. It was, above all, peaceful. Exactly what Siegfried craved at this point.
"What exactly are we doing?" Leopold asked Siegfried, as the latter sent his sturdy old horse ambling down another random path in the forest. The leaf-litter sent up the aroma of dead leaf and moss as the horses kicked it up, their hooves making dull sounds as they walked along.
"I'm not sure," the Northerner replied, taking a deep breath of the forest air and feeling a great deal of tension flow out of him. "I just couldn't stand being in the Palace or the city anymore. You can go back to the King's Arms if you want." He still wasn't sure why Leopold had insisted on coming along.
"And leave you to get eaten by bears?" Leopold snorted. Siegfried wondered if he was woods-wise in any way at all, or if the only thing that a forest meant to him was something to be gotten through as quickly as possible. "Or worse — run into your fire-circle maiden?"
Siegfried laughed and shook his head. "The bears are more likely to get eaten by me. I killed one when I was no taller than your waist. You forget I practically grew up in woods like these. This forest is more comfortable to me than any room in any building could ever be. As for the maiden, I think the Godmother might — " He paused, as a sound caught his attention. "Wait, I hear something." He held up his hand to keep Leopold from talking, and listened as carefully as he could. Yes, there it was again, a kind of scrabbling sound and a whimper. "Something's in trouble."
"Fine, if it's asomething it can stay in — " Leopold began, his tone wary. But Siegfried left Leopold talking to the empty air as he slipped out of the saddle and followed his ears. The sounds led him off the path and into the deeper forest, where he had to pick a way among the bushes and undergrowth. The sounds persisted and he followed them, until he found himself very near a long bar of sunlight streaming down from above on a tangle of vegetation.
The canopy wasn't as thick here; an absolutely enormous tree had come down, probably in that big storm everyone was still talking about, clearing out a swath of lesser trees and bushes as it fell. Around the trunk, things were a mess, broken branches and debris surrounding it. Siegfried heard the scrabbling again, from up ahead, along the trunk. It sounded like whatever creature was making the noise was desperate.
When the tree had come down, it had made a tangle of the whole area; rather than fight his way through the mess along the trunk, Siegfried decided to see if he could find an easier path, moving back into the forest and paralleling the trunk. Still following his ears, with Leopold trailing cautiously behind him, he got as close as he could to the sounds before getting his axe off his belt and hacking the rest of the way in. In the quiet of the forest, he made a terrible racket; startled birds exploded through the branches above him, and a hare bolted away from practically under his feet. The sounds stopped then, but he knew where he was going, and at any rate the noise of his chopping was probably terrifying whatever poor beast was making them.
He emerged at the trunk, made a little cleared space, and as he looked around, it was obvious what the problem was.
Dug under the fallen trunk was a den. Four woeful little fox kits stared out at him from behind a screen of debris and branches. Claw marks showed where frantic digging had failed to free them. It looked to Siegfried as if a she-fox had made herself a den here after the storm, and then at some point today half a tree that had been left hanging above it had decided to come down, trapping the kits. The scrabbling and whimpering he'd heard must have been her, trying to get to them. Of course she was nowhere to be seen now.
"Well, if you want a present for Rosamund, there's some fur," Leopold said, pointing to the kits. The little ones couldn't understand him the way they could understand Siegfried, but he was looking at them, and they probably thought he was going to eat them.
"Don't be ridiculous. You don't kill kits for fur. The Princess would be appalled." The poor kits were nearly out of their minds with fear now. He whistled for the bird, which flitted through the trees and landed on a bit of the debris at eye-height. "Can you find the mother and coax her back?" he asked her. "Tell her I'm getting the kits out." He chirruped at them, but they ignored him. Even though they should have understood him, they were too terrified to think. They couldn't go much longer without feeding; their eyes were beginning to look a little glazed to him.
"Of course!" The bird flitted off. Siegfried examined the problem in front of him. There were a lot of branches piled up, and one log as big around as his thigh. The best solution would be to cut all that up. He needed them to get away from the debris-choked entrance, because once he started chopping, an inquisitive nose in the wrong place could result in tragedy. He went down on one knee next to the den to explain, but as soon as he approached, they squirmed as deep as they could manage under the big log all by themselves, cowering away from him. Assured now he wouldn't strike them with errant chips or his axe, he raised the axe over his head and began carefully chopping away the debris, checking now and again to be sure he wasn't making things worse.
There was a lot of brush here, and the branches were springy. He was about halfway through the obstacle, when the bird flitted back followed by a trembling vixen. The little fox looked up at him with a terrified face, cowering when she saw the axe in his hand as if she expected him to rain blows down on her at any moment.
"It's all right, little mother," Siegfried said soothingly, looking, not straight at her, but off to the side. "You've nothing to fear from me. Give me a little more time. We'll have your children out."
"I hope so," Leopold said, sounding a little cross. "If we're going to wander about the forest, I'd prefer to do so in the saddle. I'm getting eaten to death by midges and mosquitoes." But he waded into the brush and started pulling the stuff that Siegfried had already cut, hauling it away from the mouth of the den so that Siegfried could get more easily at that last barrier.
The vixen slowly got over her fear when she saw he was doing what he said he would do. Her ears came up, her tail came out from between her legs, and she darted in to seize branches in her teeth and haul them away for him.
A short time later, while the vixen danced with impatience, Siegfried made the last cut through the thick branch lying across the entrance, Leopold pulled the branch away, and the vixen dashed inside. From within the darkness of the den, suckling sounds emerged.
"There you go, little mother," Siegfried called. There was no answer, but he didn't expect one.
"What, no 'thank you'?" Leopold said mockingly. "All right, let's get back to the horses and the King's Arms."
"Are you sure you want to?" Siegfried asked. "It's cruel hot in the city. It's nice and cool here." He shouldered his axe and made his way hack to the path, listening to the life of the forest come back to normal now that he wasn't making all that racket anymore.
"It is cool here, as long as I don't have to chop wood or do some other insane thing you think you need to do. How can you tell where you're going in this maze?" Leopold asked.