part two

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The solicitor then bowed low and transformed into a scruffy rat, leaving the path to the tower relatively clear. The group made their way to the bottom of the tower where all looked up (except for justice) at the great height of it. An extremely tall tower it was, with ivy growing all around it, spiraling up and creeping into every crack and crevice. The only window was so high up you could barely see the dark of it, but a voice as clear and crisp as a fresh spring of water floated down upon their ears. The old queen’s eyes filled with tears and she called out.

“Repunzle, my daughter Repunzle!” and out of the window appeared a golden head.

“Mother?!”

The queen cried out in joy at the sound of her daughter calling her name.

“My Repunzle let us up into your tower!” Repunzle nodded, hummed a imperceptible tune and suddenly the ivy began to curl and grow wrapping itself in the shape of a staircase curling up and into the window, ever moving like an escalader .

The Old Queen stepped onto the ivy and let it carry her up into her daughter’s room, the others followed. When they reached the window they all stepped rather clumsily into the room. It was dark and cold in that high tower room; the air seemed stiff, as if held by some magic.

Standing just beside the window with a smile on her sweet face and a look of pure happiness in her eyes, was the princess Repunzle. Though she wore only rags she carried an aura about her of such regal-ness, that even the old Queen, whose daughter she was, seemed dimmed by her. The two embraced happiness emitting from them.

The siblings stood watching the happy reunion, feeling al little awkward, But soon Repunzle put them at ease.

“My lady Repunzle how is it we can come into your tower so easily yet you are trapped in it?” Truth asked.

“The ivy is held under enchantment, as long as I am in the tower it will grow and listen to my command, but the instant I leave, the ivy will die and I will no longer be able to climb down.”

The siblings looked amongst themselves smile forming on their lips.

“My lady Repunzle, we also are under enchantment. By night we are humans as you see us now, but by day we are birds. Each of us great flyers I might add.” Truth’s voice assured Repunzle that even though the story seemed impossible, it was true.

“ it is but a few moments from sunrise, you must all go down the ivy and wait at the bottom until you have become birds, then you must fly up to me and carry me down. Make sure my mother reaches the bottom safely.” When Repunzle finished speaking she hugged her mother and sent the group back out the window and down the ivy staircase.

They had barely reached the bottom, when the sun peaked over the horizon and the royal children became birds again. They immediately Flew up to Repunzle’s room and carried her down, for in his bird form Justice was able to see. By the time they reached the bottom the ivy was no longer clinging to the tower but laying in dead heaps on the grass. The birds rested Repunzle’s feet on the ground and took off again wheeling in the sky above the Queen and Repunzle. The group made their way back to their original camp spot, and prepared breakfast. After breakfast the queen unfolded her green blanket and spread it on the ground, she and Repunzle sat in the middle and the birds picked up the corners. They where extremely strong birds and found the weight of the two women as nothing. They flew until late afternoon making their way toward the hideous castle of Monrough, where the queen’s eldest son had hidden himself away. They had barely made it half way when the sun neared the horizon the birds landed and the group opted to spend the night walking as far as they could.

Repunzle walked by Justice’s side guiding him as much as she could. The full moon lit their way illuminating every obstacle. Beauty sang a song of Old halls and the glorious days of peace, Repunzle and Charity joined her song and their voices echoed off the trees on either side of them. They were now in the great old forest of Monrough and were nearing the castle grounds. After a while Wisdom kindly asked the women to be quiet, for he feared silence would aid them most at this part of their journey. Justice talked quietly to Repunzle as she led him telling her of how he and his siblings became as they were.