“But first, I need to know what is your business in this forest, my lady?” the thief demanded.
“It is none of your concern!” She retorted.
“But it is, my lady.” For the first time since her capture Marian felt the chill of danger from his voice radiate through her. “Are you headed for the Sorcerer’s castle?” The thief asked.
“No,” she nearly scoffed “ I’ve been in hiding from that monster for thirteen years. But now I’m coming home.” Tears were started to well up in her eyes, for she was beginning to feel the defeat in knowing how close she was, yet she might never see home again.
Hearing the innocence in the maiden’s voice, the thief’s heart flickered in recognition. “What is your name?” he whispered and spun Marian to face him.