“They are not aware of me,” she said. “I appear only to you.”
“How? Why?”
“Because only you can hear the Song. Few can. Without the Song, no one can see me, hear me, know of me. Nor could they ever reach the place where I am prisoner as you did. I chose you to free me. And you almost did. You are very brave.” She smiled, and his face grew hot. “I cried after they took me back, thinking I had doomed you to be a prisoner, too. Or worse.”
Or worse. Link remembered the giant insect thing and pushed the memory away.
Or worse“I made a deal with this guy,” he said, trying for cool, trying for casual. Like he did this stuff all the time. Not totally a lie. He had made a deal. No need to say he’d had no choice. Deal or die, basically. “Barry, Berry, or something.”
hadThe Dancer nodded. “Beroal
