“You are so more bossy than me,” came a muffled voice. “Running Feet said so.”
The prince raised his eyebrows at the woodman who looked mildly horrified at this turn of events. “Now look at the trouble you’ve landed me in.” Tarkyn addressed the top of Sparrow’s head again. “Okay. Maybe yesterday I was bossier. But I’m not usually.”
Sparrow lifted her head and Tarkyn was relieved to see she was laughing. “Oh yes you are. Daddy says so. But,” she added kindly, “he says you’re not as bossy as you used to be.”
“Waterstone: Fount of all wisdom,” explained Tarkyn. He frowned. “I really don’t know what you woodfolk found to talk about before I came along. I seem to be a source of constant entertainment for all of you.”
Unexpectedly, Sparrow’s eyes met Running Feet’s and they grinned at each o
