"I suppose we should rest for the night." He sounded reluctant. "We wouldn't want you stumbling onto a dancing mound, or following a white bunny down a dark hole. Come on, I know a place not far from here where we can sleep undisturbed." He had no intentions other than to sleep that night. He took her hand, leading her away. There was a lovely little pond through a stand of trees, but he wasn't going that way. He was going past it. The water shimmered in the moonlight.

She stares at it.

There was a dark shape that breached the perfect surface of the pond, sending ripples across the still water. The top of a horses head, coal-black and slick like a seal, watched Lin with baleful white eyes

She stares at it in amazement.

Puck followed her gaze. He took one look at the pond and the creature, grimaced, and pulled her onward. "Kelpie pond," he muttered. A few minutes later, they came to the trunk of a huge, gnarled tree. The bark was so knobby and rough one could almost see faces peering out of the trunk. Puck knelt among the roots and knocked on the wood. There was a tiny door, barely a foot tall, near the base of the tree.

She takes a step towards the pond, curious about the horse.

Puck noticed. "Princess," he said, a warning in his voice. "I wouldn't go over there. That kelpie will tear you into shreds." The small door opened a crack, a head peering out suspiciously. "Eh? Who's there?" a rough squeaky voice asked. The little mans skin was the color of walnuts; his hair looked like a bundle of twigs sticking out of his scalp. He wore a brown tunic and leggings and looked like a stick come to life. Except his eyes. He had black shiny eyes, like a beetles.

She gives him a confused look before looking back at the kelpie.

"Good evening, Twiggs," Puck greeted politely.
The little man blinked, squinting up at the figure towering over him. "Robin Goodfellow?" he squeaked at last. "Haven't seen you round these parts in a while. What brings you to my humble tree?"
"Escort service," Puck replied, shifting to the side so that Twiggs could get a clear view of Lin. His beady eyes were fixed on her, and he blinked in confusion. Then, suddenly, they got huge and round, and Twiggs looked back at Puck.
"Is...is that...?"
"It is."
"Does she...?"
"No."
"Oh my." Twiggs opened the small door wide, beckoning them with a sticklike arm. "Come in, come in. Quickly now. Before the dryads catch sight of you, irritating gossips." Twiggs vanished inside, and Puck turned to Lin.

((Sure))


"So bother what are you doing"Virgil asked