"You are even dumber than Daystar," Shiara informed her. "That stream isn't deep enough to drown in. You'll only get wet. Besides, if that stupid wizard lied about the sword, how do you know he didn't lie about your love? Who is this person you ran off with, anyway?"
"He is a knight," the Princess said, her eyes lighting up. "Poor in goods, yet rich in spirit, of most pleasing aspect. His eyes are a hawk's, his arms are mighty, and his sword is bright and-" "He sounds like he can take care of himself," Shiara said. "I don't think you have to worry about him."
Shiara's words had a marvelous effect on the Princess. "Truly, you believe this?" she said, and her face lit up even more. "Then here will I await his coming, for surely he will return to me. Ah, joy! That we shall soon be once more together!"
Shiara looked disgusted. "I'm sure you'll be very happy. Come on, Daystar, let's go." She stood up.
"I don't think we should leave her here by herself," I said.
"Daystar, you're impossible!" Shiara was still mad. "She tried to trick you! Besides, she's been here two days already, and nothing's happened to her yet."
"Alas! I did indeed attempt to deceive you," the Princess said. "And for that I beg forgiveness. Yet consider my unhappy plight, and be not harsh with me."
"Oh, shut up," Shiara told her.
"What if Antorell comes back?" I said. "Somebody ought to take care of her. Besides, I made a promise."
"Well, I didn't!" Shiara said. "And I'm not going to sit here doing nothing just because of a stupid princess! I'm leaving."
"You can't do that?" I said. I was really upset. Shiara didn't know very much about the Enchanted Forest, and she was going to go tramping off into the middle of it with no one but Morwen's kitten. I couldn't let her do that, but I couldn't leave the Princess sitting there alone, either.
"Want to bet?" Shiara said. She picked up the bundle Morwen had given her. "Come on, Nightwitch. Let's go."
"Nightwitch? What an unusual name for a cat," said a new voice.
Shiara stopped and both of us turned. An old man was standing at the edge of the clearing, in front of a clump of scruffy lilacs that were almost tall enough to be considered trees. His beard and what was left of his hair were quite white, and he was stooped over and leaning on a staff. Even without the way my skin prickled, I knew he was a wizard.
The Princess was the first to recover from the surprise of seeing him there. "Ah, sir, have pity on my sad state!" she said. "Have pity, and if you have seen a knight, bright armored, hawk eyed, most fair and pleasing in speech and semblance, then tell me speedily where he may be found. For he is my love, and we are parted, and thus am I in great distress! Alas!"
"That's quite all right, my dear," the wizard said in a kindly tone.
"You've nothing to worry about. In fact, he should be here before very much longer. That's why I hurried. Just sit there and wait quietly, like a good girl."
"Oh, joy! Oh, bliss!" said the Princess rapturously. "To be with my love again? She started happily explaining how strong and handsome and generally wonderful her missing knight was. Since she didn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular, the rest of us ignored her.
Shiara, Nightwitch, and I were edging backward. I had my right hand on the hilt of my sword, and my whole side was tingling with the feel of the wizard's magic. The wizard noticed us and smiled.
"Take your hand from your sword," he said, looking at me. "I am not here to engage in a vulgar physical contest with you."
"Are you from the Society of Wizards?" Shiara demanded. Her voice sounded a little shaky, but I don't think anyone who didn't know her would have noticed.
"No," the wizard said. "Why? Are you looking for one of them?"
"Then why are you here?" I said.
"Why, to assist you," the wizard said.
"Assist us?" Shiara said. "But you're a wizard!"
"I am not at all concerned with your baseless prejudices," the wizard told her. "I have come to offer to help your companion, and I will thank you to cease interfering."
I stared at him. "I don't want to be impolite," I said before Shiara could say anything else, "but why do you want to help me?"
"Why, because you deserve it, of course," the wizard said. "You made a foolish promise to this other young lady," he went on, nodding toward the Princess, who was still talking to the air. "You could have gotten out of it several times, but you refused to behave dishonorably. I think that is deserving of a reward."
"Thank you very much," I said. I didn't really know what else to say.
After all, there are people in the Enchanted Forest who go around rewarding heroes and princes for noble deeds. Why else would all those heroes come here?
"Well, what would you like?" the wizard said after a moment.
"Like?"
"As a reward." He sounded a little impatient.
I thought about it for a moment. "I appreciate the offer," I said finally.
"But I really don't need anything. Thank you very much all the same."
"What? Isn't there anything you want?" he asked sharply. He didn't look nearly as friendly as he had at first.
"No, I don't think so," I said.
For a moment the wizard looked very disconcerted. Then he seemed to relax a little. "Perhaps I did not make myself clear enough," he said.
"You need not ask for something material. Information will do just as well. The word for sorcery in the tongue of the giants, or the location of the Well of Silver Storms, where the unicorns drink. There must be something you want to know, even if there is nothing you want to have."
The only thing I wanted to know was what I was supposed to do in the Enchanted Forest. Somehow, I didn't think Mother had told him. "No," I said. "I don't think there is anything."
The wizard looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. "Come, come! You need to know the name of your father, do you not?"
"No," I said, puzzled. I'd wondered about my father a few times, but I'd never asked Mother about him. She would have told me if she'd thought I ought to know. And I certainly couldn't think of any reason why I needed to know. "Why should I?"
"You're looking for him, aren't you?" the wizard snapped.
"No, not really." That might be one of the things Mother wanted me to do, but it certainly couldn't be the only one. Furthermore, I couldn't see how knowing his name would help much, even if I were looking for him. In the Enchanted Forest, looking for someone usually isn't the best way of finding him. You're much more likely to run into people by accident.
"You aren't? Then you must know! She told you! Who is it?"
"I thought you were going to tell Daystar that," Shiara said. "Don't you know?"
"Silence, fool! I have waited too long for this." The wizard turned back to me. "You will tell me now or regret it deeply: Who is your father?"
"I don't know," I said. "And if I did, I don't see why I should tell you."
"There are other ways of learning what I wish to know," the wizard said. He straightened abruptly. The Princess squeaked and fell silent.