Unlocking the Spell by E. D. Baker
“I always keep a hook in my pack in case I have a chance to do a little fishing. I was thinking that I’d like to try my hand now while we wait for Beldegard, but this water is probably too rough.” A gull swooped down to skim the surface and came up with something wriggling in its beak. “You know,” said Liam, “I think I’ll try anyway. I may not catch anything, but it’s better than sitting around here twiddling my thumbs. I’ll be right back. I just have to cut down a sapling to make a fishing pole.”
“He’s going to fish?” Gwendolyn asked, joining her sister at the water’s edge. “I didn’t know that princes knew how.”
“Liam is no ordinary prince,” Annie told her. “Unlike most princes, he didn’t acquire his skills through magic. He taught himself a lot of things because he’s interested in a lot of things.”
Liam had been gone only a few minutes when they heard shouting and the sound of someone running through the forest. He came back soon after carrying a sapling.
“What happened back there?” Annie asked. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” he told her as he started to strip the bark off the sapling. “There was a wolf nosing around, so I chased it off. There’s a lot more wildlife in these woods than you’d think. Can you unravel a thread from my blanket while I look for a worm? Maybe I’ll get lucky and catch a fish for our dinner.”
With Annie’s help, Liam soon had the pole assembled. Once he had dropped the baited hook in the water, he sat down with his back against a tree.
“Is that it?” Gwendolyn asked. “I thought it was going to be more dramatic.”
“It can be when he actually catches something,” said Annie. “I used to go fishing with the stable boys when you were practicing etiquette and courtly manners. We caught some pretty big fish in the Crystal River.”
“I probably won’t catch anything today,” Liam said. “You might as well sit back and—”
Twang! The line suddenly went taut.
“I’ve got one!” Liam shouted, giving the pole a quick jerk. When there was still resistance on the line, he yanked the pole back hard and a fish as long as his arm flew out of the water, landing with a splat on the ground behind him.
The fish was gasping when Liam bent down to retrieve it, but it wasn’t until he picked it up that the fish spoke. “Kind sir, please let me go.”
Startled, Liam nearly dropped the fish. “Am I imagining things, or did this fish just talk to me?”
“Of course I spoke,” said the fish. “I am a magical fish and will grant you three wishes if you release me back into the water.”
“Really?” Liam said. “Any three wishes?”
“Within reason,” said the fish.
“Then help us get across the river.”
“No,” said the fish. “First you have to let me go, then I grant you the three wishes. Haven’t you noticed that I’m a fish, and I’m out of the water? Toss me back in so I can breathe!”
“Oh, right, sorry!” Liam gently removed the hook from the fish’s mouth and set it back in the river.
With a flick of its tail, the fish disappeared into the churning water.
Liam sighed. “So much for my three wishes.”
A branch snapped in the forest and Beldegard came bounding onto the road. “I found a boat!” he shouted. “Follow me. It’s not far.”
“Say,” said Liam, his expression brightening. “Maybe I’ll get my wishes after all.”
“You can ride on my back, my sweet love,” Beldegard told Gwendolyn as he came closer. “I don’t want the thorns to scratch you.”
“Oh, but it’s all right if we get scratched,” Annie grumbled to Liam.
“If the wishes are really true,” Gwendolyn said as she climbed on the bear prince’s back, “you should wish for something better, Liam, like we find the dwarf or Beldegard gets turned back into a man now.”
“What wishes?” asked the bear prince.
“The fish didn’t do anything,” said Annie. “I was listening and all I heard was his own personal magic that allows him to talk. The river is noisy, but if the magic was related to you, I should have been able to hear it.”
“It’s an awfully big coincidence if that’s true,” said Liam. “I ask for help crossing the river and Beldegard finds a boat we can use.”
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t a coincidence,” said Annie. “Beldegard was looking for a boat anyway.”
They argued about the fish’s magical abilities as they struggled through a thicket of thorns, crossed gullies, and climbed jumbled rocks. “You know,” Annie finally said, “just because something says it has magic, doesn’t mean it really does.”
“You’re too cynical,” said Gwendolyn.
“Maybe,” Annie replied, “but you’re too trusting.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but here’s the boat,” said Beldegard, stopping at the edge of the river.
An old dinghy rested on the shore just past the water line. With one snick of his claws, Beldegard snapped the frayed rope that secured the boat to a tree.
“It isn’t much of a boat,” said Liam as he stepped closer to inspect it.
“Maybe not,” the bear prince replied, “but it should do the job.” Fitting his shoulder against the side of the boat, he pushed it toward the river. It was almost touching the water when he glanced toward Liam and shouted, “Don’t just stand there! Grab the rope!”
Liam lunged and caught the rope just before the boat slid into the river. Water sloshed over the side and Liam shook his head. “I don’t know about this…”
“Get in!” Gwendolyn said as she clambered over the side. “This is the answer to your fish wish, remember?”
“What fish?” asked Beldegard.
“Are you swimming across or what?” Liam asked the bear prince.
Beldegard snorted. “In this river? Not likely. This boat should hold all of us.” He hefted himself into the boat, making it tip until Annie thought it was about to capsize. When it had righted itself, it was sitting so low that the water was only inches below the gunnels.
When Annie had taken her seat, Liam pulled the boat as close to the shore as he could get it and stepped in. The boat sank even farther in the water. Taking up the two oars, he slid them into the oarlocks and turned the boat toward the other shore. The current immediately grabbed them and began carrying them downriver, but Liam dipped the oars in the water and, with a few powerful strokes, got it headed in the right direction.
“Well, well, well,” said a voice from the water. “So you found a boat. Good for you! Too bad it’s going to sink!” They all looked down at the fish swimming beside them. Beldegard growled.
“What do you mean?” asked Liam. “Are you going to make it sink?”
“I don’t have to,” said the fish. “Look!” A wave washed over the side. Water sloshed around their feet as one wave followed another.
Liam began to row harder. “Can’t you help us?” he asked. “I saved your life. I put you back in the water.”
“After you took me out! And now I have a sore in my mouth and my throat is scratchy from breathing all that dry air. The last thing I want to do is help you.”
“But what about my wishes?” asked Liam. “You said I could have three wishes if I let you go!”
“So I lied!” said the fish. “What are you going to do, catch me again? As if I’d be dumb enough to fall for the old worm floating on the water twice in one day! Besides, if I could do real magic, do you think I’d stay in this lousy river? It’s cold enough to freeze off my fins, and half the time it’s flooding. Naw, I just want to watch you flounder around in this boat until it sinks. Ha-ha!”
They were halfway across the river now and Liam was struggling with the oars against the current. Annie could see the tendons in his neck stand out each time he dragged the oars back.
“Why don’t you just give up?” the fish said to Liam. “You’re not going to make it anyway.”
“I should never h
Annie took off her shoe and began to bail the water out of the bottom of the boat; she soon saw that her efforts were doing little. They were nearly three-quarters of the way across, but the waves were growing higher and Liam looked exhausted.
“Is that the fish you were talking about?” said Beldegard, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air.
“That’s the one,” said Gwendolyn.
“You humans aren’t very bright,” said the fish. “And bears are even dumber. I bet I know snails that are smarter than you!”
Annie was seated in the front of the boat. The riverbank was so close now that she could almost touch it. “Just a few more feet!” she shouted to Liam.
“I have a question for you,” Beldegard said to the fish in a softer voice as he leaned toward the side of the boat.
The fish swam closer, peering up at the bear prince with its cold, round eyes. “Yes?” it said. “What is it?”
“Were you ever a human?”
“Human?” the fish said, sounding incredulous. “Of course not! Now if that isn’t the stupidest question I’ve ever—”
With a swipe of his paw, Beldegard scooped up the fish and shoved it into his mouth. The boat thudded into the riverbank as he closed his eyes and chomped. “That was one obnoxious fish,” he said as he climbed out of the boat. “But it certainly was delicious!”
Chapter 15
The current had carried them so far downstream that it took them nearly an hour to find their way back to the road. They turned south then and soon found themselves in open country with hay fields on either side.
“Why did you ask the fish if it had ever been human?” Gwendolyn said to Beldegard after a while.
“Because if it had been, I wouldn’t have eaten it,” said Beldegard.
“It’s surprising how many talking animals we’ve encountered,” said Liam. “I wonder how many of them were human once.”
“I don’t know of any, other than myself and those three bears,” the bear prince said, “but then I haven’t asked very many.”
“That’s odd,” said Annie.
“Why, it’s not like I’ve had the opportunity—”
Annie shook her head. “No, I mean that little hut over there. I thought it was an extra-big bale of straw until I saw that it had a window and a door.”
“Isn’t that darling!” Gwendolyn exclaimed. “Do you think someone built it for a child?”
“Out here in the middle of nowhere? I can’t imagine who would take the time to… Gwennie,” Annie shouted as her sister started toward the hut. “What are you doing? Come back here!”
“Hello, little guy,” Gwendolyn said, peering through the window. “What are you doing in there? Annie, come quick,” she called over her shoulder. “There’s the cutest little pig in this hut!”
“I live here, lady,” the pig said, standing up on his hind legs. “I’m the one who should be asking you questions.”
“Did you hear that?” Gwendolyn called to Beldegard. “I found another talking animal!”
The pig leaned out of his window to see her companions. “You have a bear with you?” he asked. “Then you really should go. Prince Maitland has killed off most of the bears in Montrose and is hunting down the last few. He went past this morning and will probably be back any time now.”
Gwendolyn’s face turned pale. “We have to go somewhere safe!”
“Head for the woods,” the pig said, pointing south. “A bear is always safer in the woods.”
They walked faster after that, though occasionally one or the other would pause to look behind them. They had almost reached the forest when Beldegard groaned. “I don’t feel good,” he said. “I don’t think that fish agreed with me.”
“That fish didn’t agree with anyone,” said Liam. “Can you keep going for now?”
Beldegard grunted and continued on, but Annie could hear his stomach gurgling. She was relieved when they reached the forest, where there were more places for a bear to hide. The shade of the trees felt good as well, although it didn’t seem to help Beldegard’s noisy stomach.
They had gone only a short distance into the forest when Annie spotted another odd little hut. This one was made entirely of sticks and came only as high as her shoulder. It had a door facing the road and a peaked roof made of leafy twigs. They were walking past when a head appeared in the doorway.
“Look!” Gwendolyn exclaimed. “Another little pig! This one is even more darling than the first.”
“We shouldn’t stop now,” Annie told her sister, who had already started toward the hut.
“I have to lie down,” groaned Beldegard.
“Is that a talking bear?” the little pig said, trotting out into the open. “Oh, dear, this isn’t good. This isn’t good at all! You shouldn’t be here, bear. The prince will be by soon and he’s determined to rid the kingdom of bears.”
“We know,” said Annie. “Is there anywhere he can hide?”
“Go deep in the forest, as far from the road as you can,” said the little pig. “And hurry! The prince could be along any time!”
Beldegard groaned again. “I don’t know if I can walk that far.”
“You have to try, my love!” Gwendolyn cried, wringing her hands.
“He just has a stomachache,” said Annie. “You don’t need to be so dramatic. Come on, Beldegard. We didn’t come this far so some prince could take your hide for a trophy.”
Liam held a branch aside to let the others pass as they headed into the woods. “We’ve been in Montrose ever since we crossed the river. If this is your home kingdom, Beldegard, what prince would be out hunting bears?”
“My younger brother, Maitland,” panted Beldegard, trudging up a slope with his head hanging low. “I have two sisters, but he’s the only other prince, unless it’s someone from another kingdom.”
“Has your brother always hated bears?” asked Annie.
Beldegard shook his head. “He didn’t used to, but he’s always loved to hunt.” He groaned again and turned to bite at his side. “I don’t think I can go any farther.”
“If the prince is Beldegard’s brother, do we really need to run?” asked Gwendolyn. “We should just tell him who we are and what we’re trying to do. I bet Maitland would help us.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Annie. “Don’t you think it’s odd that his brother is hunting bears now? Until we know what’s really going on, I think we should hide Beldegard.”
“I agree,” said Liam. “Not all siblings are as nice as yours, Gwendolyn. Come on, Beldegard, just a little bit farther. They won’t see us once we get over the ridge.”
Beldegard’s muzzle was nearly touching the ground when he staggered to the top. “This isn’t very far from the road,” said Gwendolyn, looking back at the woods behind them.
“Keep going,” said Liam. “We haven’t gone nearly far enough.”
Beldegard started down the other side, one slow paw at a time. He’d gone only a few yards when he collapsed.
“Get up, my love,” Gwendolyn said, hurrying to his side. “We have to keep moving.”
Annie was right behind her sister when she heard a horse whinny. “Someone’s on the road!” she said in a loud whisper. “Hurry, we have to hide Beldegard!”
“Where?” Gwendolyn asked, looking around in confusion.
“Here, cover him with this,” Annie said, pulling her blanket from her knapsack. The bear prince had collapsed in a slight depression in the ground, which his bulk more than filled. Annie was glad that there wasn’t more of him to cover, as her blanket was barely big enough. It was a dull brown, not too different from the forest floor, and when they scattered leaves across its surface, Beldegard was almost impossible to see.
“They’re coming this way,” said Liam from the top of the ridge. “Sit down and act natural. Pretend we just stopped for a bite to eat. Gwendolyn, stop looking like the
Gwendolyn looked as frightened as a fawn in a dragon’s den. “I don’t think this is the time—” she began.
“Ooh,” groaned Beldegard.
“Gwendolyn, sit by his head and keep him quiet!” Liam told her as he hurried to join them.
While Gwendolyn carefully took a seat at one end of Beldegard, Annie plopped down next to his stomach and opened her knapsack, setting it on him as if he were a bump in the ground. She had just taken the first bite of hard cheese when five men on horseback appeared over the ridge.
“Good day!” Liam said, getting to his feet.
Annie noticed that he kept his hand near his sword; she wondered what he’d do if the men proved to be dangerous. Five armed men against one were not very good odds.
“Good day,” replied the young man who seemed to be leader of the group. Well dressed and with wavy brown hair, he looked a lot like Beldegard did whenever Annie’s touch made him turn back into a human. “My men and I are bear hunting. A particularly nasty one has been ravaging these woods of late. I would be careful if I were you.”
“Thank you for the warning,” Liam said. “And you are…”
“Prince Maitland,” said the young man. “Heir to the throne of Montrose.”
“I thought Prince Beldegard was the heir to the throne,” Gwendolyn said.
Maitland turned to face her. “He was,” he said, and shook his head as if in great sorrow. “He died on a quest two years ago. And who, may I ask, are you?”
“Just some travelers,” said Liam.
“You may be,” said Prince Maitland, “but this lovely lady is not.” With one fluid motion, he threw his leg over his horse and dismounted. Gwendolyn didn’t move when the prince strode to her side and pulled her hood back from her face and her cap off her hair.
The mounted riders stirred, their horses responding by shifting their feet. Liam took a step closer, but Annie caught his eye and shook her head. One thing Gwendolyn knew how to do was deal with men.