Psyche flew back through the keyhole and locked the door from the inside. She had a little trouble hanging the key ring back on the hook, but she did it.
Outside, the baby archery range was deserted. Saffy was grateful no one was around. Maybe Psyche was right and they were all eating supper.
“Hurry!” Saffy called. “The Hubbard is already waiting.” The ran (and flew) down to it.
“Oh,” said Psyche when they got to it. “I don’t have a transport scroll. Cupids don’t get them.”
Saffy held hers out. “I have one. Will it work for you too?” She hadn’t done anything with it since the fairy godparents had given it to her. “Let’s try it.”
“Ohhhh!” Psyche’s eyes lit up. “They gave you a Free Passage. That’s because you’re a princess.”
“Free Passage? Really?” Saffy studied the scroll, but the wr
