Unlocking the Spell (13 page)

“I hear someone, but I don't see anyone,” said Gwendolyn.

“There's no need to be rude!” the voice said, and a sprite no taller than Annie's knee stomped between the moonflowers to stand in front of Gwendolyn. Scowling with his head thrown back and his hands planted on his hips, he looked outraged.

“Aren't you adorable!” Gwendolyn cooed, and crouched down so her eyes were level with his.

The sprite's face turned red so quickly that Annie was afraid he was going to hurt himself. “How dare you!” he said. “I am not ‘adorable'!”

Annie grabbed her sister and pulled her away from the sprite. “Please excuse my sister. She's never met anyone like you before. She didn't mean to be rude.”

“Huh,” grunted the sprite. “Why are you here anyway? Are you nosy posies come to snoop around, or do you have a real reason?”

Annie glanced up as a light rain began to fall even though the sun was out. She was mesmerized when the moonflower blossoms opened to form a translucent roof that caught every drop of the sun shower. Looking through the blossoms from below, Annie saw patterns forming on the petals as the drops splashed and ran to the center, where they seemed to disappear.

“How beautiful!” she breathed.

“We came to see the fairy Moonbeam,” said Liam.

“Well, you can't,” said the sprite. “She's not here. And before you ask, I don't know when she'll be back. She's gone to the capital to help some girl get ready for the prince's ball. After that, she could go just about anywhere to help one of her charges. Now, if that's all you want, you should go.”

“Could you answer one other question first, please?” said Annie. “Why did everyone tell us that the way to the Moonflower Glade was long and fraught with danger? It was long enough, but it wasn't particularly dangerous.”

The sprite shrugged. “It's what Moonbeam tells people to discourage visitors. She hates unexpected guests.”

The sun shower stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Annie looked up as the blossoms closed back into their spheres.

“Which way do we go to reach the capital?” asked Beldegard.

The sprite looked surprised. “So it
is
an enchanted bear! I wondered why he was with you. You go that way,” he shouted at the bear prince, pointing to where the path turned right.

“I'm a bear, I'm not deaf,” grumbled Beldegard.

“I was trying to be helpful,” the sprite replied, and stomped off.

“I still think he's the cutest thing,” whispered Gwendolyn.

“I heard that!” the sprite shouted.

Annie took hold of Gwendolyn's arm and hurried her onto the path. “We'd better go before you get us in real trouble!”

Following the path that the sprite had shown them, they reached a well-traveled road in less than an hour. “I know this road,” said Beldegard. “It's the main route from the north to the south end of Floradale. I've traveled it many times.”

“Do you mean to tell me that we could have reached the Moonflower Glade by going this way?” said Liam as they stepped aside to let a wagon pass. “It would have saved us so much time!”

“But no one told us about it,” said Annie. “Moonbeam probably doesn't mention it to people because she doesn't want them to drop in.”

“Why would they want to?” said Liam. “And why would she care? It sounded like she's almost never home.”

“At least we have some idea how to find her,” said Gwendolyn. “All we have to do is locate the girl she's helping.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” asked Liam.

“We'll go to the ball and Annie can bump into each of the girls. The one who looks beautiful through magic will be the one that Moonbeam helped. When Annie touches her, the girl's magic will fade and we'll know. And don't worry. Getting into the ball will be easy. The crown prince of Floradale is our cousin.”

“I've heard he's spoiled rotten,” said Beldegard.

“Prince Ainsley is our mother's oldest brother's only son,” said Annie. “We couldn't visit them when we were younger because our parents were afraid that Gwendolyn might touch a spinning wheel. They discouraged visitors, too, just in case one tried to slip a spinning wheel into the castle. We've never actually met Ainsley, but we have seen miniature portraits of him. He's handsome, of course, and I hear that he prides himself on his dancing.”

“Which was probably a christening gift from a fairy, just like his good looks,” said Liam. “He sounds like a real winner.”

“You shouldn't make judgments about people before you meet them,” Gwendolyn told him. “He might be very nice.”

“Or he might be like most princes who received all their best qualities as christening gifts from fairies and never have to work for anything. But you're right, I shouldn't judge him before I meet him.”

Beldegard said something to Gwennie that Annie
couldn't hear, but it made her sister laugh and bend down to kiss the bear prince's furry nose and receive a lick on her cheek in return. Annie glanced at Liam. He used to be spontaneously affectionate toward her, kissing her now and then and touching her arm or cheek when they talked, but something had changed. He hadn't shown any real sign of affection toward Annie in days. Sure, he held back branches for her and he'd tried to help her cross the bridge, but he would have done that for anyone. Lately he didn't seem to want to touch her unless he had to, and even then he stopped as soon as he could. If only she knew what was going on!

They were standing on the side of the road, talking about what they should do next, when a carriage filled with revelers passed by. “You should get a ride to the capital with someone,” said Beldegard. “You'll get into town a lot faster. I'll meet you by the south gate tomorrow.”

“I hate that you can't go with us,” said Gwendolyn.

“I wouldn't be of much use to you. No one will want to give a bear a ride, and I wouldn't fit in at the ball anyway.” Beldegard made a strange wheezing sound, which Annie thought was the bear version of laughing.

“I know, my love. Annie,” she said, turning to her sister, “could you touch Beldegard's shoulder so we can
have one last kiss before he leaves? I won't see him again until tomorrow and—”

“Oh, look!” Annie exclaimed. “Here comes a farmer with a wagon. I'm sure he has enough room for three! We should ask him, Gwennie. There's no saying when another ride might come along, and you know we'll need time to get ready for the ball.”

“I suppose…,” Gwendolyn said, turning back to the bear prince.

“I must go,” he told her when she caressed his cheek. Nudging her hood off with his nose, he gave her one big slurp, licking her from chin to ear, before turning and heading for the forest.

“I'll see you tomorrow!” Gwendolyn called to his retreating back.

It took only a minute of negotiations for Liam to gain them seats in the back of the wagon. The farmer gave Annie and Liam cursory glances, although he couldn't seem to take his eyes off Gwendolyn. Her hood was still down and her hair was plastered to the side of her face. He watched as she waved good-bye to someone in the woods. When she turned back and noticed that the farmer was watching her, she was quick to pull her hood up before climbing into the wagon. The farmer sighed, then clucked to the horses to get them moving.

Annie was surprised by how much traffic was on the road. They passed a traveling minstrel wearing a lute strapped to his back. Armed knights rode on horseback alongside a gilded carriage, moving too quickly for Annie to see inside. A boy and an old man stopped by the side of the road were arguing about who should ride their donkey. Twice their wagon passed merchants riding with cavalcades of horses and carts bearing their goods.

Both Annie and Gwendolyn watched with great interest each time they approached another traveler, but Liam acted as if he had seen it all before. Covering his eyes with his cap, he took a nap leaning against a bushel of beets that bounced with each jolt from the uneven road. It wasn't far to the castle, but Liam seemed refreshed when they entered the walled city and he pulled his cap off his eyes.

Annie had seen a few castles during her hunt for Gwendolyn's prince, but none as grand as this. It rose on a hill above Loralet, glinting golden in the setting sun. Pennants flew from so many spires that Annie lost count as she gawked with her head thrown back like a tourist.

The farmer stopped his horses to let Annie, Liam, and Gwendolyn out of the wagon in the center of the city just outside the main castle gate. Annie was concerned that they might not be able to get past the guards, but Liam spoke with the men, demanding entrance in
such a regal and commanding way that they quickly stepped aside. Once inside the castle, they found a servant to fetch the steward.

While Annie and Liam sat down to wait for the steward to appear, Gwendolyn seemed unable to sit still. After examining everything in the small antechamber, she paced the length of the room. “I can't wait to go to the ball!” she said, her eyes bright with excitement. “I've never been to a ball before. There will be lots of dancing, won't there?” she asked, turning to Annie and Liam.

Liam laughed. “There'll be one dance after another where you'll dance with people you've never met before and hope you'll never meet again. I haven't been excited about going to a ball in years, or maybe never. It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have to talk to people, but most of them will bore you till your brain is numb.”

“I don't care,” said Gwendolyn. “At least I'll have the chance to dance with someone other than my dancing master and my ladies-in-waiting. And all the women will wear beautiful gowns and the men will be so handsome! I can't wait!”

“All I want is a hot meal and a hot bath,” said Liam. “What about you, Annie?”

“I just want to find the dwarf and go home,” she replied, watching her sister pace.

“We want that, too,” said Gwendolyn. “But while we're here, we might as well enjoy ourselves.”

Annie sighed. “That's true, as long as we don't forget why we're here.”

“And why is that exactly?” asked a voice from the doorway. Annie looked up to see a man wearing the chain and medallion of a castle steward. “I understand you told Erwin it was most urgent that I come see you. I'm a busy man. We're putting on a ball tonight, or haven't you heard?”

Annie took off the cap covering her hair so that he could see that she was a girl. “My sister and I have come to visit our uncle and aunt, King Daneel and Queen Theodora.”

“Oh, really?” said the steward. “You're dressed like farm boys and I'm supposed to believe that you're royal princesses? And who is he?” he asked, gesturing toward Liam. “The crown prince of Montrose who's been missing for two years?”

“This is Prince Liam, the crown prince of Dorinocco,” said Gwendolyn. “You may tell our aunt and uncle that Princesses Gwendolyn and Annabelle of Treecrest are here.”

The steward snorted in disbelief. “You expect me to believe that one of you is Princess Gwendolyn, the most beautiful princess in… Oh, my!” he said as Gwendolyn pushed the hood back from her face and pulled the cap from her hair. She smiled a slow, dreamy smile as she shook the tangles loose and let her hair tumble down her back.

“Pardon me, Your Highnesses!” said the steward, bowing low as he backed from the room. “I didn't know! I mean, I've never seen… I'll tell the queen of your arrival.”

Gwendolyn giggled as the sound of the man's clicking heels receded down the hallway. “I've always wanted to do that. Did you see his expression?”

Annie nodded. “Many times, and always on men who are looking at you. I guess having you with us is proof enough.”

“It seemed to be enough for him,” said Liam.