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sorrowfully. “But Ella is apparently not among them.”
    “It seems that Lady Ella simply seeks a different kind of life than that which you can provide for her here at the palace,” Reginald said.
    “Poached eggs! How stupid can I be?” Frederic smacked himself on the forehead.
    “There will be other women, milord.”
    “I don’t want any other women. I want Ella . Reginald, what do you think I should do? And be honest with me; don’t just tell me what you think my father would want you to say.”
    Reginald considered this request. He’d been caring for Frederic since the prince was a child. And he’d never been more proud of Frederic than when he saw the young man stand up to his overbearing father. Frederic could use someone as feisty and fearless as Ella in his life.
    “Don’t let her get away,” Reginald said, dropping his overly stiff posture and speaking in an unusually casual tone.
    “Wow,” Frederic gasped. “Did you just get two inches shorter?”
    “Never mind me,” Reginald said. “Did you hear what I told you? Get a move on! Go after Ella.”
    “But how?” Frederic asked, still bewildered to hear his longtime valet speaking like a regular person.
    “We’ll put you on a horse. Charles can show you the basics. You don’t need to be the world’s best rider; you just need to be able to get around. Stick to the roads and you’ll be fine.”
    “But—”
    “I know you’re scared, Frederic. But here’s my advice: Get over it. Ella wants someone as adventurous as she is. A real hero.”
    “Then I’ve got no hope.” Frederic sulked. “I’m a fantastic dresser. My penmanship is top-notch. I’m really good at being a prince, but I’m pretty lousy at being a hero.”
    Reginald looked him in the eye. “There’s a bit of courage in you somewhere. Find it. Go catch up with Ella, wherever she is. And just see what happens. She might be impressed enough that you’ve left the palace.”
    “There’s no way my father will allow me to do this.”
    “We won’t tell him.”
    “He’ll notice I’m gone eventually. And when he does, he’ll send his men to retrieve me.”
    “Whichever way you go, I’ll send them in the opposite direction.”
    “I’m still not sure I should. It’s really dangerous out there.”
    “That’s your father talking,” Reginald said. “Look, if you go on this journey, you’re not just doing it for Ella, you’re also doing it for that little boy who once wanted to try everything.”
    “You mean my cousin Laurence, who broke his leg trying to fly with those wax wings?”
    Reginald looked at him soberly. “Frederic, you don’t really remember your mother, but I do. And I know what she’d want you to do.”
    Frederic stood up. “Okay, I’ll go.”
    “That’s the spirit,” said Reginald.
    Frederic marched out of his room. A second later, he marched back in.
    “I should probably change into something more appropriate for the outdoors,” he said.
    Reginald put his arm around him. “You don’t own anything more appropriate for the outdoors,” he said with a smile. “Come, let’s get you down to the stables.”
    The next morning, after several hours of secret, intensive riding lessons, Prince Frederic trotted out through the palace gates on horseback, with Reginald and Charles the groom waving him good-bye. His eyes were tightly closed, his arms wrapped around the horse’s neck. Then something dawned on him.
    “Wait,” he called back to Reginald. “I don’t know where I’m going.”
    “Ella’s note said she was going to find that Rapunzel girl,” Reginald said. “Those bards are never very good about telling you exactly where their stories take place. But based on the clunky rhymes, I’m pretty sure ‘The Song of Rapunzel’ is the work of Lyrical Leif, the bard from Sturmhagen. Humph. With a name like Lyrical Leif, you’d think the guy could come up with better lines than, ‘Her hair was real long, not short like a prawn.’ Anyway,