Epilogue *SAFFY*AT THE NEXT Seven Kingdoms Archery Contest, Saffy pulled the arrows out of her target and wrote down her points on her score sheet with Merrill and Webb’s tiny fairy quill pen. As she wrote, the scores vanished, blowing up into the air like sparkly dust motes.
A breeze blew the sparkles up over Prince Indy’s head.
“What was that?” he asked. As always, he’d chosen a target next to Saffy’s.
She looked over. “Dust, I think.”
“Fairy dust, more like.” Indy gave her a dark look.
After the scores were totalled up and the score cards inspected by the judges, Indy was awarded the Archery Trophy. He went up to the front and accepted it with a bow and a gracious speech.
But when he came back to his spot, his first words to Saffy were “Did you let me win?”
“Of course not.” Saffy
