Simple Princess

Entertainment

Estella wanted to throw a ball to celebrate the resolution of the war problem. But Reason dissuaded her.

“A ball is too expensive,” he said. – And there will be a great many people there too. A dragon, attracted by the noise, might crawl into the ball and frighten away all the guests.

“Very well, then! I want to see it again!” Estella clapped her hands together in joy. “Let’s hurry up and make the ball so the dragon will come to us, or fly over.”

“You are fool, he will not give you a bouquet of roses, and will die fire so that the entire ballroom will burn!”

“Can he ask a girl to dance? Or does the difference in size prevent us from dancing?”

“He can. But it will be your last dance on fire and ashes.”

“Don’t scare me!”

“Did you see what he did to your knights?”

“But I’m a princess, not a knight.”

“Not everyone is gentle with princesses, either. The dragon is a savage! He won’t woo you.”

Estella scowled like a hurt child. And why should she be the only one to obey Reason in everything? She wanted to do things her own way. But if she did her own way, without listening to Reason, she would be a fool again. How hard it is to live! If you do what you want, you will be called a fool, and if you submit to Reason, you will be deprived of all the fun you want.

“Then there will be no ball!” Estella sighed.

“No, it is of course not. It will cost a great deal of money. Guests from other realms might come, and you’d have to feed and wine them all, and entertain them all to the highest standards. And if you don’t please them with the quality of drinks and refreshments, you can expect another war to be declared.”

“But you have so much gold stashed under the throne? Don’t you have enough for a decent ball?”

Reason clamped a clawed paw over her mouth. “The treasure’s in the hiding place for a special purpose.”

“For what purpose is it?”

Estella struggled to wriggle out of his claws.

“Shall I tell you later?”

“What does it mean?”

“The right time comes. In the meantime, forget about balls, carnivals, masquerades, and feasts.”

“It is except the coronation,” Estella reminded him.

“Yes, the coronation is essential,” said Reason. “We can’t do without it,” Reason sighed. “But we’d better get it over to June or they’ll think you’re May’s queen,” he chuckled.

He chuckled muffled at his own joke. Estella was embarrassed, for even she knew that May queens were usually proclaimed the prettiest peasant women who attended the spring village dances. To be May queen means to be queen for just one day.

“I would set your coronation for the night. Midnight would be the best time.”

“Alas, tradition says you can only be crowned in the morning, no later than noon.”

“But then it won’t be your last coronation,” Reason muttered cryptically to himself, but Estella heard him.

“What do you mean?”

“About your destiny,” he scratched his paws. “I’ll make you the only queen on the planet, and I’ll be your only advisor.”

“Oh, well, that sounds like a fantastic plan, Reason.” Estella grumbled unhappily. She’s already finding Aluar’s crown too heavy for her, and he’s going on about the world.

“You do know there will be a fancy-dress ball after the coronation,” she quipped. “You can’t cancel it. My predecessor, the legendary Queen Raymonda, established the tradition of a masquerade ball after the coronation.”

“She was rumored to be a dragon! You’d better not compare yourself to her, or the people will revolt against you.”

“Why don’t we have the ball now instead of after the coronation? I want to dance.”

“It is absolutely not! We won’t be alone at the ball. You must spend more time in my company if you want to get wise. Let’s keep it simple and for only two people.”

And so he and Reason sat down to play chess. He climbed the board, rearranging the pieces, and resembled a bizarre black monkey. Except that his sharp, werewolf-like claws left deep scratches on the chessboard.

Vines and flower vines wrapped around the chess tower of the castle where the game was played. The smell of honeysuckle and roses was pleasantly invigorating. Estella thought that some butterflies, fluttering in the flowers, and suspiciously resembling pixies, were whispering a warning.

“Is the princess playing with an evil spirit or a demon? We must tell her that she is in danger! But she’s not likely to understand our language. People don’t usually understand us.”

But Estella heard and understood. They must have mistaken Reason for an evil spirit. Should she tell them they were wrong? Or would that be an insult to Reason, who for some reason could not hear them?

He was so engrossed in the game that he didn’t notice anything. He preferred to play with black pieces. Estella got the white chess pieces, which had the privilege of making the first move, but it didn’t help her. She too often lost to Reason. Only once or twice did he let her win. It was only because he was distracted by looking at himself in the wall mirror. He really did look like he’d been dragged out of the furnace like a chimney demon. No wonder why the pixies mistook him for an evil spirit. She didn’t like his appearance herself, but she was used to him. For the sake of achievement, it was worth tolerating his ugliness. If it weren’t for Reason, she wouldn’t even know the rules of chess combat.

“They say it’s a game for the clever!” Estella remarked, rearranging the pieces. “I play it, so I am clever!”

“It is with my help. Don’t you forget! I am your cleverness. Without me you are as without a head,” Reason himself dragged the pieces with both paws and hurt Estella’s white chess pieces with his tail, so that she regularly had to correct them. Playing with him was really the most amusing thing about it.

“And they say I’ve been bewitched, so I’m stupid.”

“They’re comforting you.”

“What do you say?” She almost dropped her queen.

“Don’t ask me every word, like a dummy. Take more of my advice, and you’ll get smarter.”

“It’s that simple?”

“How do you think people learn the wisdom of life?”

“I don’t know. I think they’re born smart.”

Estella tensed. Her head felt like it was a mess. Her mind echoed in her head as if someone was pounding on an invisible door inside her mind with a fist. The healer said it happens to all victims of witchcraft. But Reason assured her otherwise.

“All men listen to wise counsel, and gain wisdom for themselves,” he said. “So with me you are on the right track.”

“But you cause a lot of trouble in the state. The palace has been in turmoil every day since I rescued you from captivity.”

“It’s not my fault. It’s the intrigues of those who envy you. They envy you for having me.”

“Can anyone see you? You said you were invisible?”

“Silly, they sense that you have something in you worthy of envy. People, even when they’re blind, can smell it and get angry. It’s human nature to be jealous.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“That’s because you’re lucky. There’s no one to envy you. Envy isn’t for those born princesses.”

“That’s not true! I have often envied Gisela.”

“She is a duenna!” Reason chuckled nastily. “You’d have been better off turning her over to a convent. She has no business in a palace. She has her nose everywhere.”

“She’s not a chaperone! She’s my tutor.”

“She’s a prude and a jealous woman, and a hunter for a rich husband. If you were a prince instead of a princess, she would have married you long ago, ignoring the age difference.”

“But she’s so elegant and graceful and everyone admires her manners. I don’t know how to behave like that.”

“So I’ll teach you!” Reason finished the game and jumped on Estella’s shoulder. The white chess pieces were lying heavily scratched on the board. “I can’t stand white chess, because white troops have long been my enemies.”

Reason spit ash on the board, and his black spit burned through it. The white ivory pieces cracked in half.

“Was it my winning that upset you?” Estella guessed. It must be nonsense that she won and not her mind.

“You just talked me out of it and I had to give you a head start,” he brushed her off. “And what problems in the state were you talking about when I helped you get through the war without any losses.”

“It is almost without loss of life!” She clarified, remembering the dragon-eaten knights.

“Feeding a dragon doesn’t count as loss,” Reason corrected. “We have to feed him while he guards us.”

“He’d rather eat other men’s food than our own.”

“You’re getting smarter, aren’t you? Next time, we’ll turn him on our enemies. I’ll help him change his orientation from our subjects to outsiders. Let him snack on outsiders. Are all our problems solved now?”

“It is not all! The courtiers have been gossiping about ghosts and evil spirits since you arrived.”

“That’s their problem, not ours.”

“Are you sure?”

“If they’re not right in the head, let them see a physician! You’re not their mother to take care of them.”

“I see! You’ve freed me from my problems.”

Estella was glad that Reason had made things so easy. Suddenly he was no longer a problem, but it was hard to carry on her shoulder.

“You’re not getting off! My shoulder’s stiff, and it’s hard for me.”

“It’ll be even harder without me!” Reason said profoundly. Maybe he was right. Maybe he needs to be close to her head, or else he’ll disappear. And without his advice, it really is hard.

“Come on, my polar star.”

“Where are we going now?”

“Just walk me around the castle. I want to hear who’s talking about what.”

“You mean listen to the news?”

“That’s right!”

He can hear everything from a distance. How does he do that? The talkers stand far away and whisper barely, but he hears everything clearly and even retells some of it.

In the beginning Estella liked the new entertainment, because Reason retold her all the funny gossip about swaggering ladies and their admirers, but gradually she tired of the monotony of the news.

“There’s Lady Frederica plotting against her husband’s sweetheart,” Reason reported. “And that Lady Cassinda ran to the physician in the morning to cure her pimples, but he did not help her. She’s now powdering her rash and whispering nasty things about the doctor to her friends Lady Eden and Lady Fancy. And the Duchess Gloriana is left abandoned by her suitor. These two gentlemen with whom she is whispering now are the bravi, the assassins for hire. She wants to send them to the traitor at night. And these ladies are the ones who are badmouthing everyone who seems more successful than they are. And it’s all high society! Even the demons would behave more decently if you wanted them to drive the humans out and make them your subjects. Is that what you want, by the way?”

Reason clawed nervously at her neck, almost ripping her necklace.

“Do you want demons or not?”

“Let me go!” Estella almost threw him off, and Reason scolded. She had to go with him into the alcove, where no one would see them.

“You’d better take me to the dragon!”

“But he’s dangerous! He’ll burn you!”

“Are demons not dangerous?”

Reason went kind of quiet.

“I don’t want demons, I want to see the dragon,” she insisted, tugging at Reason’s tail.

“It is all right, all right,” Reason struggled to free his tail from her fingernails. “When it gets dark, I’ll take you to the dragon. But not now! Not when it’s midnight and all the servants are asleep. Only that he may burn you, you take the responsibility on yourself.”

Estella nodded happily.

Girlfriend of the dragon

Up close, the dragon was an unpleasant swamp color. It looked emerald only in the sunlight. In the dungeon, lit by smoldering torches, its hide no longer glowed as brightly. Estella was not disappointed. A real dragon is a miracle, no matter what it looks like.

He slept on kegs of beer and completely ignored the princess. He must have been fed up.

“I’ll call him Emerald anyway,” Estella decided aloud, “even though he looks more like a swampy in color.”

“You should call it Ale,” said Reason. “He always responds to the word ale.”

There were plenty of empty ale barrels in the dungeon. Some had been crushed to splinters by the claws of dragons. From the smell, it was clear to this day what their contents were.

“And he likes to drink heady drinks,” Estella concluded bleakly.

“Well, call him Drunkard,” Reason jumped off Estella’s shoulder and began bouncing around the kegs, even trying to pull the corks out of some. He didn’t seem to mind a drink himself. “Fortunately, our dragon had not yet reached the fancy wine cellars in the royal cellar. And it wasn’t because he was lazy. The cellar is a narrow passage, and your daddy’s spell on the door. It’s impossible for a dragon to get in. Otherwise he’d have been nicknamed the Wine Connoisseur a long time ago.”

“It is no more name choices,” she said, staring mesmerized at the green spines on the dragon’s backbone. “I’ll call him Emerald.”

“He’s not really a doggy to give him names.”

“Of course he’s not a little dog. He is my own personal dragon. I have the right to give him a name and an honorary title like chief watchman of the kingdom.”

“You’d better give him the title of sleepyhead. He can sleep for decades.”

Reason poked the dragon on the tip of his ear, but the sleeping monster grumbled drowsily and exhaled a puff of steam from his nostrils.

“He grumbled, as if he were in a laundry, with steaming laundry,” Reason grumbled grudgingly.

“Well, it’s not right in the oven, is it?” Estella realized that the dragon’s mouth was as large as several ovens. Its tongue and saliva must have been fiery. And this monster had been asleep in her dungeons for years, and she didn’t even know anything about it.

“And if he wakes up now, will he burn us, like my knights?”

“Of course not,” Reason said uncertainly. “He doesn’t burn anyone alive when he’s full. Well, not unless it’s fun. Do you know any charms for controlling dragons?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? I’m not a sorceress.”

“So the King didn’t teach you anything,” Reason was visibly disappointed.

“Why did he have to teach me magic? He trained me to be a queen, not a sorceress.”

“You’re a laugh and a sin! You’re the daughter of a sorcerer king, and you can’t do magic,” Reason scowled resentfully. “If you could, you could control a dragon. And the good ale would not go to waste in his fiery belly.”

Reason realized he didn’t have the strength to pull the plugs out of the barrels or unscrew the faucets. He murmured something to the effect that the wine bottles in the nearest cellar would be much better. How he could get one for supper?

Estella didn’t care about Reason’s worries. She could see the dragon’s twisted horns, its scales sparkling in the torches, and its sharp claws, each the size of a spear.

“If you could conjure, you’d take him out to hunt and he’d drink blood, not ale, as a martial dragon should.”

“Is he a battle dragon?”

“King Abraham would feed a non-combat dragon in his cellars. Your father was a shrewd and hoarder,” Reason grudgingly kicked a barrel of ale with his clawed paw. “Had it not been for his provisions, the dragon would not have been a drunkard.”

“Emerald!” Estella called softly and stroked the dragon’s scaly horn.

“Careful! You’ll hurt yourself! The scales are sharper than razor blades and impenetrable to arrows and spears. There is a reason why magicians have long since learned to fashion armor from dragon scales that is resistant to fire. Such armor makes anyone a hero. Once you wear it, not even magical creatures can defeat you. By the way, you have one such armor in your arsenal. When you put it on, you can go to war with evil spirits.”

Reason hastily covered his mouth with his claws. He must have said something unnecessary.

“I’m not going to war with anyone else,” Estella reassured him.

“Of course you aren’t! Why would you want to go to war when you have a martial dragon? If you send it to war, there’ll be no more enemy troops left. As long as he stays awake, he can get to the battlefield in time, long before the other armies march on to our castle. Imagine! Enemies are already ramming the gates, and you can’t get the dragon to wake up.”

Reason laughed evilly. His laughter caused the dragon to wiggle his ears sleepily, as if trying to drive away a pesky gnat.

“Tell you a secret. If you sing a song, a lullaby or something touching, the dragon will wake up.”

“Lullabies usually make you fall asleep.”

“That’s just it! Everything works differently for dragons than it does for humans. They especially like the songs of young innocent maidens. If you want to tame it, you’ll have to become a singer.”

“Let’s try it!” Estella prepared to sing the only song she knew. The girls used to sing it at the spinning wheel.

“The yarn stretches,

My heart is aching

I’m waiting for a beautiful bridegroom,

And there’s nothing but evil around.

I’m waiting for a rider on a horse,

But only black elves are dancing in the hearth.”

The song was a somber one. It was usually sung by spinners at work. Apparently there was a shortage of young men in the villages of Aluar, and there were plenty of bad ones. Estella could see for herself that there were more of them when she discovered colonies of boggles beneath the battlefield.

“Don’t sing!” Reason nimbly jumped up and clamped down on Estella’s mouth. “Not when you want to wake up a dragon for war or hunting.”

“But I want to wake it now,” she protested, and Reason jerked his claws from her mouth. She must have gotten her teeth caught carelessly in them.

“You are wretch!” He hissed and blew on his fingers.

“Who are you talking about?”

“It is a cask of ale, my dear,” Reason brushed her off. “Ale is a bad drink, if a dragon drinks it. Let’s go to the cellar and get some wine. He’s going to wake up and give us a hard time. If we leave, he’ll go back to sleep.”

But the dragon was already awake. One of its yellow eyes flickered reluctantly open.

“Emerald!” Estella exclaimed happily.

“His name is Virgil,” said Reason, correcting her. “That’s what your father once called him. And what his real dragon name is, only his scaly ancestors know.”

“I am so glad you are awake! How handsome and scaly you are! I’ll sing for you again, if you like! I’ll even learn ballads and romances. You like singing, don’t you?”

Estella stroked the dragon, and it rumbled like a big cat.

“Hey, you,” Reason scrambled up the barrels so that the dragon could see him. “Remember me, big boy?”

The dragon hissed at him, but Estella encouraged him.

“Virgil, my dear,” Reason snapped at him, “you ought to loosen up a little, keep watch over the realm. Otherwise you’d be lying on your side.”

The dragon shooed at him, exhaling hot steam again. Reason ducked behind the pile of barrels.

“He’s comfortable here,” Estella said for the dragon.

“My tail stiffened as I sat in the chest,” Reason complained.

How is it that Estella liked the dragon, but not Reason? Maybe dragons prefer silly coquettes.

“Oh, my darling,” she petted him.

“You sound as if you were singing a lullaby to him. He’s a monster, not a baby.”

“He’s so nice and cute.”

“When he shoots sparks at you, you’ll change your mind.”

But the dragon was slow to fire at Estella. Apparently dragons don’t hurt princesses. Not without reason, even the prim Gisela loved tales of love between beautiful girls and dragons. Estella felt almost in love when the dragon encouraged her affectionate touch. She had finally found the friend she had never had in her life. And Reason had managed to pierce the bottom of the barrel with his claws and was now greedily drinking ale straight from the puddle on the floor.

“It was delicious!” He said. “If I’d been locked in a cellar with hops and groceries, I’d rather be in there than with you.”

Estella wasn’t even offended by him. After all, the dragon had made a choice in her favor.

“Don’t be fooled! He liked your jewelry, not you. Dragons love rings and necklaces and things like that.”

“So do you!” She remembered hiding place beneath the throne.

“But I would not pity a maiden merely because she stroked me with her hand in precious rings.”

“You mean you’ve hurt girls?”

“I have even killed…” Reason paused. “Why should you want to know about my past? Think of the dragon. You’re lucky you found fun. Mind your own business.”

Her Reason’s past is no one else’s business, is it? Estella frowned. That doesn’t make sense. Considering, of course, that her Reason had been taken from her by magic, and she’d been trapped in it, anything could have happened to her that she didn’t know about. If the situation is extraordinary, it must be handled differently. It is better not to ask Reason what he himself does not want to tell. He was already ranting about the dragon’s past mischief.

“Last time, the dragon ate a brewer and then wondered why no one else made beer. He even crawled into the kitchen to burn everyone there. Anyway, acted like a serviceable worker who stopped being fed for no reason.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Of course, you weren’t there yet.”

“Were you?”

It seems strange that her mind was born before hers. Maybe that’s why it got lost in the beginning. Reason chuckled slyly.

“You know too much, you’ll grow old early.”

Estella immediately wanted to look in the mirror. No wrinkles? Mind chuckled something very snidely. She didn’t have a mirror with her; she must have left it on the dressing table in her bedroom. But if she rubbed her dragon scales with her sleeve, they were just as reflective as a mirror. Her face looked fine. There was no sign of aging yet. And she was too young. She wasn’t even twenty. The dragon really liked her. And as everyone knows, dragons only like the youngest and most beautiful girls. An aging lady would not have been to his liking.

As luck would have it, just as she was about to make nice with a dragon, a sentry snuck into the dungeon.

“So long since anyone’s been down here,” Reason muttered as he heard the clatter of his armor, “your song is what got the sentries going. You ought to keep your voice down.”

“So the dragon wouldn’t have heard me! He wouldn’t have woken up.”

The watcher’s helmet was already gleaming in the passage. The dragon moved only the tip of its mighty tail to send the sentry tumbling to his feet. The armor thundered loudly. The halberd flew aside and nearly decapitated Reason. Thankfully, Reason was very agile and bounced off the blade in time.

“It’s like war at home!” He complained, while the dragon had already clawed at the guard and was about to unleash a blast of fire on the unfortunate man.

“No, it is not here! It would set the whole castle on fire! Not, Emerald!” Estella whispered, but the dragon could not hear her. But it was impossible not to hear Reason howling at the top of his lungs. He was waving his clawed paws vigorously, leaping onto the pile of barrels in front of the dragon, and shouting:

“Stop it! You’ll burn another brewer. Who’s going to make you beer?”

The dragon scratched at the back of his head with his claw. Drunkenness was not a hindrance to his quick wits. But he had let the sentry go for nothing. He was no brewer, so he began to panic.

“We must fly away while your guards run about the castle looking for the dragon, and when the clamor dies down we’ll be back.”

Reason was right. Estella herself was terrified of the conflagration that could break out as soon as an armed detachment burst into the dragon’s dungeons. She tried to climb onto the dragon’s back, clinging to the spikes. She did not succeed. She herself only slid down the dragon’s fur. If the dragon hadn’t have held her up by his wingtip, she would have never made it onto his backbone. But there, between the big green spines and the ridge that extended from her head to her back, she sat down comfortably in the saddle.

“Let’s fly! Take me for a ride!” Estella asked, but the dragon did not respond.

“That’s not the way to ask,” Reason jabbed him with a claw, and the dragon sprang away. She barely had time to land on its back.

Reason slid onto the dragon’s ridge like a nimble black flea. There was a broad opening to the outside of the dungeon, but no one could see it because King Abraham’s cloaking spell had obscured it. If Reason hadn’t told her all this, Estella herself wouldn’t have known why they’d found themselves too quickly in the starry night beyond the castle.

The only unpleasant thing was the rattling of the guards’ weapons from behind and the shouting:

“The dragon has kidnapped the princess!”

“The whole henhouse is abuzz,” Reason grumbled grudgingly.

“It is the barracks, not the henhouse,” Estella corrected.

Reason chuckled.

“And I’ll prove to you that the keepers’ barracks is no better than the henhouse, where a cunning fox will wring everybody’s neck in the morning.”

“Do you want to etch a dragon on the soldiers, or do you want to claw them yourself?” For some reason Estella was more afraid of Reason’s claws than she was of dragon fire.

“No. What’s a castle without guards? The neighboring kings would laugh at us. I have a better idea. When we get back, I’ll go to the cellar and pour all the guards some wine that’ll knock out their memory. They’ll think they’ve only dreamt of the princess being kidnapped by a dragon. Besides, there was no kidnapping. You rode the dragon yourself. Did you know that in the old days, riding a dragon was considered a great art?”

“Emerald didn’t kidnap me,” she repeated dumbly, trying to shield her new friend. “But to deprive the Watchers of their memories is despicable. They might forget their families, their duties…”

“And above all, they would forget their pay and rations,” Reason summed up. “We’ll avoid any unnecessary expenditure in the future.”

“Forget wages, that’s all right, but rations…” She squeezed her eyes shut in the strong wind that came from her flight. “People die if you don’t feed them, don’t they?”

“But an army of zombies wouldn’t be as much trouble as it was today. The dead are more docile than the living. True, they rot quickly, but skeletons can serve and fight, too. Believe me!”

Estella was no longer listening to him, but was enjoying her flight. The towns and villages below became so small, as if they were toys. If you ride a flying dragon, it’s as if you are the queen of a toy kingdom. You can’t even see the people below. But the starry skies are very close. It seems as if you could reach up and touch the stars like a bed canopy.

“When we get home, I’m going to order myself a star-colored canopy to resemble the night sky.”

“We could not get back!”

“What do you mean?”

Reason chuckled. Clinging to the twisted horn on top of the dragon, he clearly felt like a flight captain.

“When I fly, I feel like the king of the universe,” he declared. “I wish I had wings of my own.”

“Did you have wings?” Estella wondered. The only thing protruding from his skinny black back seemed to be hump-shaped growths.

Down below she glimpsed the roofs of fanciful castles and fortresses. She’d never seen such architectural marvels before.

“This is no longer Aluar!”

“That’s right! We are already abroad!”

“We’re abroad!”

“What did you want? Do you want to spend your whole life in your own country with a flying dragon?”

“I thought we’d be flying over the Aluar’s countryside and those woods where the Evil One supposedly dwells, but the fairies dance there at night.”

“You can’t even see the fairies from up there. They’re not flying close to the dragon’s mouth, and they’re not that stupid.”

“And I can see them!” Estella saw a bridge in the black clouds, shimmering like the moon. Winged, glowing silhouettes danced across it.

“They were moon fairies!” Reason instantly turned fierce. “They’d take you for their own kind if they saw you. Virgil, turn a little to the left!”

The dragon, oddly enough, obeyed Reason.

“And a little lower in flight! The princess wants to enjoy the view of foreign lands. From behind the clouds she can see little. She’s not as sharp as you.”

It was unclear whether the dragon was seeking to oblige the princess or Reason, but he was on his way down, almost touching the white stone tower of the tall castle.

“Not so low!” Reason howled, but it was too late. Though the dragon had turned on command, it had already knocked down a few towers.

“Let’s move before they cannon fire on us!” Reason raked anxiously around. The towers were crumbling, falling like rocks. Cracks were appearing in the castle walls, and a dragon was flying Estella away.

After a few minutes, Reason managed to reach the right height and speed. He knew how to get his dragon to do what he wanted, though not without effort. It must be hard to control the flight! Reason was out of breath, tugging at the dragon’s horn and then the spike on his ridge.

“That’s a hell of a first time,” he concluded, glancing back at the tremendous pogrom. “Trial and error is our method! And we think we’re smart, too.”

“You’re the smart one, not me. You are the one who is responsible!”

“Actually, I warned you against getting too close to a dragon.”

That’s true. She couldn’t blame Reason for that. She insisted on going to the dragon’s dungeons herself.

“Whose castle did we destroy?”

“Someone’s,” Reason replied indifferently.

“You don’t know exactly.”

“There are many castles in the universe, and they all have their masters.”

“I must know who to apologize to.”

“Don’t be silly! Why denounce yourself to someone like a bully. Unless the owner of the castle was a wizard, like your dearest father, there’s no way he could have sniffed out who had caused the night’s pogrom. You can only use a crystal ball or a magic mirror to identify the culprits if you haven’t seen them in person.”

“If we are unmasked, then the new ruler will move on me with a war. And this time the guilty party is really me.”

“They should at least raise the castle from the ruins before summoning the military forces. Surely everyone there has already been stoned to death. If anyone survived, their thoughts wouldn’t be on war, but on rebuilding. I was once involved in building a castle. If the stones are not carried by the Finodirri, then you can’t build a castle in one night.”

“What are the Finodirri?”

“They are the most faithful and unselfish magical helpers. They don’t charge you anything, and they don’t ask for gratitude, but you must know a secret if you want to manage them. I do know one. I was once summoned by a king to rebuild his castle in a cursed place. No sooner had anyone laid a foundation than the ground turned to swamp. I whistled to the Finodirri. They did it in three days. They didn’t have to be paid, but the king didn’t treat me kindly. He chased me out of the council very quickly. He didn’t like the idea of ghosts screaming from the walls of the new castle and swamp creatures crawling out of cracks in the floor. So I took my revenge on him by summoning the Finodirri again. They beat the king and his regiment to death. And they destroyed the castle. Now the swamp creatures rule there again, but every moonlit night the castle rises from the swamp as a ghost. Do you want to go there and dance with the local ghosts? But, no, tonight is not a moonlit night! Some other time, I think.”