When Alf wheeled to the right, Marcus followed; it didn’t occur to him until a few moments later that this was a much narrower path and could easily be missed. He pulled his pony to a halt and considered the situation. It was beginning to get dark, and with nighttime coming it would be all too easy for the coachman to go the wrong way; he also saw, now that he had stopped, a turning circle for the coach not far ahead. “Oh, bother,” he said out loud. “What should I do? Do I let them go home? Or what? I can’t let them get lost in the forest. After all, it’s my fault they’re here.” Alf came swinging back. “Is there a problem, Mr. Prince?” Marcus rubbed at his head to try to clear his thoughts. As he did so he felt a twitching in his jacket pocket and remembered Flo. He looked down and saw her crawling out; a moment later she was in the air flying a woozy circle. “Hello,” he said. “Are you feeling better?”
