'An enchanted tree,' the Princess says. 'We must talk to it, and trust it to
understand.'
'OK.' I shrug and step back.
'The Princess turns to the tree. 'Tree,' she says softly, 'I am the Princess.'
'A rustling sound comes from the tree, and the sounds form into words.
'I am Omar the Oak,' the rustling words come slowly. 'What are you
doing in the enchanted, tangled forest? It is forbidden to ordinary
humans.'
'We are strangers in this enchanted, tangled forest,' says the Princess.
'My friends, here beside me, have just rescued me from the Trolls who
live in the caves, and now we are trying to get through to our ship in the
cove. My mother and father are waiting for me at home. They love me
and I love them, and we miss each other very much. Please let us pass?'
'The fallen tree is very still; not a branch stirs, not a twig twitches, not a
leaf flutters. Is the tree thinking?
'After a long while, slowly, very slowly, a leaf moves, a twig bends, and a
branch curves toward us. The branch stops near the Princess's hand.
She reaches out and gently touches it.
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