SEVENTEEN
By the time she'd reached home, Rosa still had no more idea of how better to slay the wolf than she had that morning, but she had thought up a plan of how to find the knight without breaking her word to Alard.
But in order for her plan to work, she needed to learn to fly before dusk, when the wolf would come out to hunt.
Rosa already knew her cloak wasn't good enough to achieve true flight. She needed something like a boat or a raft that could float on air. If her father, a carpenter, were still alive, he'd build something in moments, but she was not as practiced as he'd been with wood or tools. There had been an old door in the lumber pile, though...
She dug it out and laid it on the ground. All she had to do was fly it around the clearing. Rosa took a deep breath and bit
