Randall pointed to a section of ground, about five feet square, that was shifting. Merging, perhaps, is a better word. The word blurmpling is descriptive of the sight, though non-existent, and the word banana is wholly inappropriate. The clearest description of the sight to greet Randall's eyes is to say that one section of the forest was melting into the other.

"Trippy," said Sir William.

"Maybe if we just stand here, the graveyard will come to us."

They just stood there. After a few moments, they reached the mutual consensus that it was a dumb idea. After a few more moments, they decided that it was a dumb enough idea to quit doing it.

"Squire, I have a very, very important question to ask you," Sir William announced.

"Okay."

"Where's the bag with the princess?"

"I set it down right ... uh-oh..."

He hurriedly began looking around. The bag was gone without a trace. The section of forest they'd been observing before was no longer blurmpling, and had been replaced by a completely different set of trees. As was the section where he'd left the bag.

"I think this counts as an additional negative twist to our little predicament," Randall commented.

"Oh no-voices in my head!" moaned Sir William. "I'm hearing voices in my head!"

"You've got to control yourself! If you lose your mind, we're dead!"

"Too late!" shrieked Sir William. "I've gone looney! Find me a bucket to drool in! No, Mommy, no! Don't put the ice in my shorts!"

And then he fainted.

Randall quickly knelt down beside him. "Sir William? Consciousness would be a real real good idea right about now!" good idea right about now!"

He began to shake him. When that was unsuccessful, he began to lightly slap him on the face. As enjoyable as that was, it became clear that it wasn't going to work, and so he prepared to jump up and down on his chest. Sir William's eyes opened just as he was about to make the first leap.

"I'm fine," Sir William a.s.sured him. "Just needed a bit of rest, that's all."

"Our situation isn't as bad as it seems," said Randall. "So we've killed the princess and lost her body. It could be worse. Not much much worse, I'll admit, but it could still be worse. I mean, suppose there were a huge, bloodthirsty dragon behind us." worse, I'll admit, but it could still be worse. I mean, suppose there were a huge, bloodthirsty dragon behind us."

Sir William looked at him closely. "Squire, if there really is a dragon behind us and you're just making that comment to be ironic, I am going to be very upset."

"No dragon. That was just an example of how our situation could be worse."

"Good."

"All we need to do is figure out the pattern of shifting forest. One of us should climb to the top of a tree and see what we can figure out."

"You climb," said Sir William. "I'm still a tad insane."

"Okay, I will." Randall reached up for one of the large branches on the nearest tree.

"Squire, I just realized something important. It was the moving forest that prevented us from following the map!" Sir William smiled proudly at his brilliant new discovery.

"Uh ... yeah, good thought. Missed that one."

Randall began to climb. The branches were covered with sap, and it wasn't long before his hands and clothes were, too. It was difficult, treacherous climbing, but fifteen minutes later he'd reached the top, which swayed as he peered out over the entire forest.

"I can see the graveyard!" he called down to Sir William. It was perhaps half a mile away, and the trees had been cleared away around it in the pattern of a skull. A misshapen skull with only one eye socket and no mouth, but still recognizably a skull.

A fly landed on his cheek. Randall slapped it, then uttered the type of curse the average person would utter upon finding his or her hand stuck to his or her face with tree sap. Very stuck. He tried to use his other hand to remove it, and thus found that hand stuck to the hand that was stuck to his face as well as stuck to the fly.

"Great," he muttered. "Just great. Now how am I supposed to get down?"

"Creeeeeeeeak," said the tree branch he was sitting on.

Randall froze, terrified, desperately trying not to make any moves that would cause the branch to break. The owl that came out of nowhere and started attacking his face made this process more difficult. The owl's feet stuck to the sap, and it squawked loudly as it tried to pull free.

The branch snapped. Randall and the owl fell, landing on the branch below, which Randall had previously gone without noticing was occupied by an opossum. It dove at him. Randall let out a scream, admitting the creature into his open mouth, and then the new branch snapped.

Snap. Scream. Screech.

Snap. Scream. Chirp.

Snap. Scream. Bock, bock, bock.

Several repet.i.tions later, Randall landed on the ground in a heap of mammals, reptiles, and birds. He spat out a small frog. This was not what Sir William, in his half-mad state, needed to see. As a child, he'd been kept up late with tales of the dreaded Etchemendy Beast, a horrific monster that resembled a giant stork. Granted, Randall and the animals didn't look much like a giant stork, but their presence was still enough to trigger these memories for Sir William, who promptly fainted again.

THE PROCESS of removing the animals and tree sap was a long, tedious, and fairly disgusting one, but eventually Randall was back to normal. The only casualty had been the fly.

"Sir William? Time to get up."

"Leave me alone."

"Sire, I saw the graveyard from the top of the tree. If we just throw out the map and move in a straight direction, we should be able to find it."

"Did you see the bag while you were up there?"

"No, but we'll worry about that later. Come on, get up."

"Just leave me alone. Go away."

"But Sire-"

"Randall, my personal pestilence ... get lost."

"Look, I know our situation is grim. But it's not the end of the world."

"Just my my world." world."

"Come on, don't give up on me. You're a knight of Mosiman Kingdom!"

"Not anymore."

"Sure you are! Say, remember the song that all the squires-in-training have to sing to each new knight after they're inducted?"

Sir William frowned. "That song won't make me feel any better."

"Sure it will!" Randall put his hand over his heart and began to sing.

Oooooooooh....

We all love William, our new knight.

His presence fills our souls with light.

William makes us shout with glee.

He is the best knight for me.

Randall began miming the trumpet riff, then continued.

William's our master, this we know.

He is up high, while we are down low.

He is the one we all cheer and praise.

All of us swoon when we meet his gaze.

Randall began miming the ukulele riff, then continued.

We're nothing but bunions upon his foot.

When he showers, we're just the soot.

Oh, how we stink in comparison to his might.

Next to William, we all really bite.

Randall performed the refrain. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaaah!!!" Sir William was beginning to grow teary-eyed.

We're just the sc.u.m he sc.r.a.pes off his dinner bowl.

We're just the coa.r.s.e hairs in his facial mole.

We're just the backwash in his bottle of wine.

We're just the milk that sprays out of his nose when the jester says a particularly funny line.

Randall repeated the verse six more times.

Oh, why oh why can't we be more like William than the worthless, pathetic slug-like creatures that we are?

I mean, really, we're nothing but feeble-brained dweebs with severe body odor and we might as well make a living cleaning sewers for all the good we do and I think we all should go drown ourselves in a boiling vat of tar.

If William was a box of chocolates, we'd be the gross ones with orange gook in the center.

Forget it, we're not even good enough to finish up this song, let's just crawl into the ground and mulch and to heck with making this last line rhyme.

Randall started the refrain once again, but Sir William held up his hand, silencing him. "Enough! You've convinced me! Let's resurrect the princess, get her to the kingdom of Rainey, then go home and humiliate some squires!"

BY WEAVING a more-or-less straight path through the thick trees, they were able to locate the graveyard. An immense, rusty fence surrounded the entire cemetery, and a series of three signs depicted a stick figure touching the fence, a pile of ashes next to the fence, and a kiriki licking up the ashes.

"We won't be able to get over it," said Sir William, surveying the area. "I guess we'll have to go through there." He pointed to a small, rickety wooden shack that was leaning against one part of the fence.

"Could that be the Realm of Mystery?" Randall asked.

"I haven't a clue."

They walked over to the shack. The door, hanging on one hinge and slightly ajar, had the words "Realm of Mystery" scribbled across it.

"Not very impressive, is it?" Randall commented.

"Well, h.e.l.lo there, you two!" came a familiar voice from behind them.

They turned around, and Lawrence stepped out of the forest. He was holding the sack with the remains of Princess Janice. "I don't suppose either of you would care to purchase a partially-cremated corpse, would you?"

"You found the princess!" Sir William shouted. "I can't believe it!"

Lawrence hid the bag behind his back. "So, she's worth something to you, then?"

Sir William took a deep breath. "What do you want?"

"Well ... I could certainly use a Smith Model KL7-RA Prosthetic Locomotion a.s.sistance Device."

"You bovine!"

"Yep, that sounds good. A nice artificial leg for this bag of royalty. I'll just hang around until you find one."

Sir William started to rush forward, but Randall threw out his arm in an attempt to restrain him. "We have some money," he said. "Fifteen dvorkins, I think. Give us the princess, and they're yours."

"Sixteen, and we have a deal."

"We don't have sixteen."

"Okay, fifteen and a leg."

Sir William spoke up. "You don't seem to realize just how dead I can make a man."