RAPUNZEL, ACT 2 (1 PART) A Sir Neva Mar tale
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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)
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It’s malice you know. What they say about the Witch I mean. Sure, there is a tower out there in the woods. Sure, it’s hard to get to. There’s a beauty in it too. Locked up tight.
Are you prince, perhaps? Just a knight on a Quest? No? Good. Don’t meddle with Rapunzel. That’s the lady in the tower. Trust me on this, you’ll be a happier man if you leave her alone. Only the Witch goes to see her. The Witch looks after her.
Sir Neva Mar had listened to the peasants at the inn with interest. It was obvious that something was up. Sir Neva Mar was a questing knight. He was always looking for the wrong to right or the princess to save.
That last still rankled. He had successfully tracked the dragon and found the princess. Problem was, she not only hadn’t wanted to be saved, she had faced him down with a spear and run him off. It seemed that she had wanted to stay with the dragon. It simply wasn’t right.
Sir Neva Mar was following the faint track carefully. It was hard to see and he was a skilled tracker. Sometimes he had to dismount to be sure of where the track went. His quarry was cunning. The Witch had nearly lost him with that trick back at the stream. Then, there had been the doubling back and at one point she had taken to the trees.
None of her tricks could fool Sir Neva Mar for long. The land was rising now and the forest changing with it from hardwoods to pines. The ground was getting rockier and still the witch led him on.
She showed no sign that she knew the he was following her. It seemed that she used this sort of precaution as a matter of routine. That was how come Sir Neva Mar had not lost her. She had got careless and left little, subtle clues.
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