TWENTY-FIVE
For the third time, Xylander returned to the clearing where he'd lit the fire for Zurine. Rain had erased her horse's tracks, along with any signs of her passage. He hated to admit it, but he'd lost her. How could he save her now?
No matter how much he wanted to...
Not even a hunting dog would help him now, for the same rain that had taken her footprints had surely washed away her scent, too.
He would retrace the path her horse had taken on its own, then return to town, and ask Guinevere for her magic mirror. If it could show her the princess in some distant cottage, then surely it could show him the path the princess had taken to get there.
He trudged along the muddy trail, wishing she'd left at least something for him to follow. Hadn't there been some ancient princess
