In the courtyard of a small temple on the same street as the grand Dagoda of the Enchanter, the Forbidden Princess came nightly to her balcony so that all who desired gaze at her beauty. She was beautiful, indeed, but her eyes were empty and her expression blank.
Oh great Park.. Great Park. Amanda sighted and longed for the friends, Caretaker and Marcie, remembering the Circle of Sacred Flames and the Great Celebrations. How she would love to make entrance and become real- a princess again.
Despite these longings, she contented herself to be doing the crucial work of the Kingdom. In the months since slipping into the Enchanted City and for the learned respect for her unpolished compatriots in the taxi resistance and for the skills of chief, big operator, and she had discovered that her own gifts of perfect aim and seeing were invaluable to the cause.
Amanda spent many nights in the little courtyard not far from the bustling terminal of the City taxi Company. She liked to sit in the soft light of the courtyard lanterns and remember Great Park — the graceful wood doves, the forest creatures, the pattern of leaf and sun and shade on a hidden stream.