But I did. It had all just clicked into place. I understood what it was the Black Knight wanted.

“I haven’t spoken to everyone in the room,” I told the king and walked slowly toward Prince Edmond and Prince Hugh. Part of me was sorry to reveal him, but he’d ordered Tristan’s death. I couldn’t forgive him for that.

I stopped in front of Prince Hugh. “Are you the Black Knight?”

He folded his arms and scoffed at me. “You think you can insult me by asking such a question?” The king came toward me, and I could tell he was in agreement with Prince Hugh. The king grabbed my arm and dragged me several feet away from his son, but I didn’t stop talking. I had to say it all now. “You wanted to be heir to the throne so you invented the Black Knight and had the wizard’s apprentice make an invincibility spell for you. In return you told him he and Margaret could marry when you came to power. After the Black Knight killed Prince Edmond, he would disappear. Or better yet, you’d have Simon dress in the armor and you’d vanquish him yourself. The people would love you for it.”

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The king stopped dragging me across the floor. He turned back to Prince Hugh, his eyes considering his son again.

I said, “He is the Black Knight.” Margaret stepped toward me, but her eyes turned to her father. “Are you going to let her live after speaking such treason? She kissed the Black Knight. She can’t be trusted; she’s in love with the enemy.” I turned to Margaret. “And you’re in love with a goat.

That’s why Simon hasn’t come to see you. The wizard found out he’d stolen potions and turned him into a goat.”

Margaret flinched as though I’d hit her. The color poured out of her face and she held her hand to her lips.

“No,” she said.

The king watched her and then his eyes narrowed in on Hugh. “Is all of this true?” Hugh shook his head and he tried to smile. “Lady Savannah is a liar.”

The king loosened his grip on my arm, and I took advantage of his uncertainty and stepped away from him.

“Sometimes I am a liar, I admit it. I used to have an enchantment that, whenever I lied, a reptile would grow on my tongue. It happened more often than I liked. But then, luckily, I took switching potion and when I kissed the Black Knight, I switched enchantments with him.

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Now instead of invincibility, if he lies a reptile will come out of his mouth. So I’ll ask you again: are you the Black Knight?”

Hugh took several quick breaths. His eyes locked on mine. “I don’t need to answer your charges.” Edmond drew his sword. “Yes, you do.” Hugh looked between his brother and his father, and he shook his head. “You don’t believe her, do you? Who is she? What are her credentials, that you should believe her?”

I took another step away from the king and toward the window. “Why shouldn’t they believe me? I can’t tell a lie in the presence of the Black Knight or my tongue will burn out of my mouth.”

King Roderick gripped his sword harder. He slowly raised it. “Answer the question.” Hugh held up the palm of his hand, pleading, but his other hand was near the hilt of his own sword. “She is trying to trick you!”

Which proved to be a lie. Hugh grimaced, then coughed, and a long gray snake slithered out of his mouth and dropped to the floor. The room was silent for the length of a gasp.

Then Edmond lunged toward his brother with a yell.

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Hugh sidestepped him and drew his own sword.

“Whether I have the invincibility charm or not, I can still beat both of you with a sword. Stay back.” I didn’t know how long the three of them would stay occupied or who would win. At that moment I didn’t even care. I ran to the terrace and climbed over the balcony.

The vine cracked when I stepped on it, and for a moment I thought it would give way and I’d fall to my death. I clung to the branches, waiting, but it held firm.

I figured I wouldn’t give it a chance to change its mind and moved my feet downward along the vine until I found another foothold. Little branches and twisted knots cut into my feet and hands, making me move even faster.

I had to get down. I had to get down. I had to get—I saw a light down in the courtyard, not far away from where I would land. And not a torchlight—it was the un-mistakable beam of a flashlight. “Tristan!” I called, probably too loudly since I didn’t want to let any of the guards know where I was.

The flashlight beam momentarily swung over to me, and I heard the clang of swords, the yell of men. I squinted in the direction of the light and saw Tristan. He was on foot and fighting four of the castle guards.

He had come back for me, just like I’d hoped.

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I hurried to find the next foothold. How far away was the ground? Eight feet? Ten? I shifted my weight downward, ignoring the pieces of bark that bit into my hands.

Below me, Tristan knocked the swords away from one guard and then another. Still he managed to hold the flashlight steady with one hand as he fought with the other. With a kick to the chest, he sent one guard flying into two others. In between all of this, he slowly made his way toward me.

“So,” he called over to me when he was close enough that he didn’t have to shout. “Any particular reason you’re hanging from the castle vines?”

“I’m escaping,” I told him. “What brings you here?”

“I’m rescuing you. Hold on a second.” He knocked the last guard’s sword to the ground. The man held up his arms in a manner of surrender, backing up slowly, then turned and ran into the darkness.

Tristan walked over to me and offered me his hand.

“You’re almost to the ground. Just a few more steps.” I took his hand and jumped down the rest of the way.

I wanted to hug him, but instead he pulled me along the grass. “We need to run to the wall.” But my feet stung from where the vines had cut into them and I couldn’t think of running barefoot across the grounds. I slipped my hand out of his, reached into my 411/431

pocket, and put one slipper on my foot. “Please tell me you still have the other one of these.” He took my other slipper from his pocket, then knelt down and placed it onto my foot. “I guess I’m your Prince Charming tonight.”

I smiled back at him. “Thank you.” He stood up and took hold of my hand again, already pulling me forward. “Now we’ve got to run.” We went across the grounds and Tristan turned off the light so that we’d be harder to spot if the guards were planning another offensive. I hoped Tristan’s senses were still working and he could see through the darkness, because I couldn’t. Everything was dark shapes. It was like running blind.

Tristan took me to one of the towers and we hurried up the stairs. When I started to slow, he tugged me along. “Come on, this is just like track practice. Pretend we’re running up the bleachers.” We reached the level of the wall, and I saw he had a rope hooked to the side.

I peered over the wall. It was a long way down. In the dark, I couldn’t see the ground at all.

“You can do this,” he told me, and put my hand on the rope. “There are knots along the way to help you get footholds. It’s easier than climbing the rope in PE.” 412/431

It was wonderful, really, how well school had prepared me for life as a medieval fugitive.

I went down the rope first, trying to ignore the fact that my hands were stiff from the cold, and it was hard to get a foothold in dancing slippers. Finally I reached the ground. In moments Tristan was beside me again, holding my hand and guiding me along the wall.

We came to where he’d tied a horse to a post beside the wall. Tristan untied the horse and helped me up, then mounted the horse himself. He turned on the flashlight then, trying to light the way for the horse as it walked toward the forest.