Her wish had sunk to the bottom of the magic pool. If she now wished on the fountains, they would throw it up towards the sky.
“That is what I believed when I first saw them,” the Duke said quietly.
Oleta looked at him in astonishment.
“You are reading my thoughts.”
“Your eyes are most expressive,” he replied, “and, because we think alike, it’s not difficult.”
“At the same time it makes me feel that I must be careful of what I think,” Oleta pointed out.
“I will not betray your secrets,” the Duke answered, “even though you will not trust me with them.”
“But I do trust you,” Oleta replied.
“Then tell me why you are running away.”
Oleta turned to look again at The Castle below her.
“I don’t want to talk about myself. Instead tell me who this beautiful glorious Castle belongs to.”
