The king, seated on his throne of gold and ivory jumped up, pointed toward his magician, and roared, Then it is charged to you to change the future! It is your task to give this kingdom into the hands of Peace. Find a plan, see it succeed, or your life shall be the forfeit of your schemes failing!

Silas stood transfixed. He had not seen this in his own future and decided to leave the king's presence before he really got into trouble. Your wish is my wish your majesty. . .but I must have time. In three months shall I seek your Highness again. At that time I shall give you my plan and if not to your liking, I shall give my life as well!

These are bold words magician. Make a plan as bold and make it work. This is my warning to you! With which the king stormed out followed by his servants, three lion cubs, six dogs of all types, two parrots carried by bearers, and a wilsit, which is a cross between two animals none of us have ever seen.

Silas knew he was in trouble, but he also knew he was smart. He left the throne room and returned to his laboratory determined to devise a plan to save the kingdom. . .and himself!

Silas spent the next several weeks trying to think of a way to save the kingdom and his own skin. He knew the two girls, Ingred and Csenta, were both nearing an age when men would not only fight in their names, but also would fight to give them their own names. For even though Ingred was beautiful, Csenta too would inherit half the kingdom and this made her appear, at times and to certain knights, to be beautiful too.

It was just luck that Silas, walking in the garden by the south castle yard saw Ingred and Csenta talking. It dawned on him, that if he approached these two, he might better understand how to solve his dilemma. Reaching in his pocket and grasping his lucky frog, he shuffled up to them. Hello, ladies of the realm. How are you on this fragrant morning? Silas was never good around women; they made him itch, and so he often sounded silly.

Ingred answered, her breath sweet, her tone adoring, We are fine, sir. This is a bountiful day is it not?

Quite so, Lady. A day fit for singing, dancing, and perhaps a chat?

You want to know about our future, magician, Csenta said boldly. You think our father's plan will not fare well.

Silas, taken aback by Csenta's understanding of his tact, replied, I am afraid of what is not yet truth, of what is still unwoven, and of what design the fates may weave. It was

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