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Chance found it difficult to smile, but he liked Rysdale and respected him If anyone could help it would be this wizard—who had come from a dimension of wizards!

“Aye, Princess Royce,” Chance offered “She has gone off with the devil … with Pestale, though I doona knohy … but we need to get to her, and Trevor’s faic It can’t shohere she is, and then if he has taken her back in ti, ye see”

The wizard stroked his long white beard and sat thoughtfully before he got to his feet and said, “Come with me …”

Chance and Trevor got up and followed the swooshing skirt of his long, glittering blue robe He stopped sharply and turned, sending his cone-shaped blue hat askew; Trevor sed a chuckle

The wizard’s finger went to his nose as he said, “I al he went rushing off to a long, buffet-styled table and picked up a silk tapestry runner He shook it at theive us the story!”

Chance and Trevor eyed one another, but as he had already started off again, they hurried to follow

He swung open the door to what appeared to be a weapons roolass globe

“My Seeker shall find theic …” He picked it up, took it to a round table, and set it down on top of the silk tapestry

“Sit!” he told theh-backed, ornately carved chair He seelobe as he plopped onto the thick red chair cushion

They followed suit and watched as he waved two hands around the globe and said, “Her name is Princess Royce … her essence is Seelie Fae”

“More than,” said the soft, genderless voice of the globe “She is Royal born … and her mother is Daoine”

Chance’s broent up Daoines were the highest caste of Seelie Fae, in tune with nature, and fancied themselves ‘the keepers of nature’ He had not known that He looked at Trevor, who confirmed it with a nod That hy he’d said she had many untold powers!

“What more can you tell us, Seeker?”

“She is a prisoner of her own… in a place where tilobe

“How so?”