I don't think the wolf-boy wants to walk near me but I want to walk near him 'cause he's nice and safe and big enough to keep away the bad things from the forest.

And he looks like he's going to sneeze and if he does that would be funny.

"I am beginning to be of a mind," I say slowly, "that you lose things from outside these woods, you stay here overlong."

"Oh, but if you lose things then you can find them again!" I tell the lady. "Sometimes. If you do the right thing and know the right way to go. You can find people, too. And maybe you can find thoughts? Did you lose your idea about why you want to go to the tower?" I ask her.

We go upstream, and I hear voices and start to feel…itchy. Not just the prince's sword. Worse harder bad.

"The key is that way." I point.