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I’ll answer one question in spite of your politeness merely because your skin is nearly fleckrunner attractive.”
    So such, the fleckrunner’s ash green skin lacked only smokiness to match perfectly the tint of Nimble Missst. Nimble Missst herself was glad of that lack. She enjoyed a pride in the singularity of her own smoke ash green skin.
    â€œWhen was Zootch allowed to visit Sadlar?” asked the princess briskly, ignoring the lazy sarcasm of the fleckrunner.
    â€œSnapjaw mind, indeed. I am impressed,” said the fleckrunner in a mocking manner, though he was in fact so such deeply and foldingly startled. “After ten bar years of whining and begging, he was allowed to visit Sadlar’s Gardens for three days last year. It was the lone time he ever traveled beyond these walls until … well … now.”
    â€œGood. Leave me alone,” said Nimble Missst, turning away.
    â€œSo polite,” said the fleckrunner, retreating and closing the reddest door.
    Nimble Missst strode to the bound timber gate and out onto the high cobbled road. She paced from one side of the road to the other and back again, glancing from time to time up at Cloud Castle City.
    What’s taking so long? she thought. Ridiculous! Get the cape, the red vest and the pantaloons. How long can that take? Ridiculous. I don’t want to go up there. Don’t need craggers and hollowites all staring after … Afraid of me? Ridiculous. I don’t … Ah, finally!
    Cloud Castle City ponderously sailed off in the direction of the Danken Wood, leaving the fluttering figure of Motty behind. Clutching the requested silver cape and red garments, Motty descended to land on the road next to Nimby. She folded her stubby yellow wings and danced in a tiptoe circle, bowing.
    â€œOh, happy day, once more to spend time drinking in the beauties of the Blossom Castle terraces!” she sang.
    â€œWe’re leaving for Clover,” announced the no-nonsense Princess.
    â€œWell, it was a short visit, but nice while it lasted,” sang Motty, and she pirouetted to hand the princess her things while at the self and same time she shot her tongue out and wrapped it around her own head in loops.
    â€œStop being ridiculous,” ordered Nimble Missst, though in truth of fact Motty’s ridiculousness was the very reason Nimby was desirous so such of her company.

Chapter Nine
    The Search for Zootch Begins
    Silver cape, red vest and red pantaloons in hand, Nimble Missst shimmered to green cloud and rejelled a crafted moment later wearing the red clothes and holding the silver cape, azure tunic and pantaloons in hand. Such was how she ever dressed, thusly that quickly and easily.
    â€œCarry these in your pocket. I’ll need ‘em later to become Quen,” said Nimby. She handed the ceremonial silks and her grampa’s silver cape to Motty.
    â€œSmooth and cool, so smooth and cool, like as the underside of a golden harp,” sang Motty. She folded the garments neatly and slid ‘em into her pocket, which was immense, so said a fact, being the lone pocket on Motty’s dark blue six-legged substantial trousers.
    All of Nimble Missst’s doubts about being thrust into marriage with Zootch in order to become Quen of the Boad, All Fidd and Leee Combined, had been swept away by winds of consternation and bafflement. Someone afraid of her? Someone afraid of her? So such a possibility had never remotely at all even once occurred to her. Respect for her snapjaw mind? Certainly. Deference to her Royalty? Ever so. Admiration for her puzzle skills? To be sure. Regard for her independence? So such had she always believed. Fear? Ridiculous.
    â€œHe can’t have gotten far without magic or wings. If he fears me, he’ll fear the Woods. He’ll not wander far from the road. Ye fly that side. I’ll fly this. Eyes open. Look for flashes of ridiculous silver and gold garb,” said Nimble Missst,