point. I will do the rest.

Silas wasn't sure he liked leaving his entire life in the hands of someone else, but afterall, she was a princess, and she was intelligent, and she was sure of herself, and in fact, she had a plan which was one thing more than Silas had. Obviously, he agreed.

On midweek, the king summoned Silas to his throne room. This is where all official business was done. It is certain that Silas had some misgivings. The proof of this was that he had given all his magical equipment away to friends.

Silas, at the king's request, entered the room. Magician, boiled the king, have you a plan to save this land?:

Everyone in the room, and just everyone was there, quieted at the king's words. They were in the best of places, because either way, they were going to get a show. Crowds like shows. If Silas really did have a plan, then they would all be saved the trouble of the inherited war. If he had no plan, they could watch Silas die. Either way, the crowd was in for a treat.

Silas spoke quietly at first and then in a stronger tone as he got going. Wizards are all talkers, and Silas was no exception: Liege, my lord. I have come to this room today to bring you peace and satisfaction. I have devised a plan so bold it is no less than a masterwork, so intricate it seems simple, so magnificent it will move you to tears of joy. It gives the land peace and. . ., and he rambled on holding his audience of royalty rapt for more than thirty minutes.

It's good Silas talked so long because Csenta was slow in starting her plan. However, once begun, it would save the kingdom. That was certain!

About forty minutes after he had begun, Silas himself began to wonder where Csenta was. Ingred was there. All the knights chasing after her were there, but Csenta was missing.

Finally the king interrupted, Silas, magician, wizard, and to coax him, friend, please tell us your plan. My guests grow impatient.

Silas got the hint. One moment more if you would indulge me. The plan comes. . ., and he saw Csenta come in the room, Now!

The king rose. What is this? Csenta are you the plan our magician speaks of?

Csenta paused and spoke slowly. Father, sister, friends of the realm. As you know my father has led you well. He shall lead you until his death many years from now. At that time my sister and I are to inherit the king's land and responsibility. Knowing this, and knowing our sisterly ways; our personalities, Silas, my father's servant,

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