It had been more than a month since they had been there together, and as they neared the creek bed, they slowed down.
Jess wasn't sure he still remembered how to be a king.
“We've been away for many years,” Leslie was whispering. “How do you suppose the kingdom has fared in our absence?”
“Where've we been?” “Conquering the hostile savages on our northern borders,” she answered.
“But the lines of communication have been broken, and thus we do not have tidings of our beloved homeland for many a full moon.”
How was that for regular queen talk? Jess wished he could match it.
“You think anything bad has happened?” “We must have courage, my king. It may indeed be so.”
They swung silently across the creek bed. On the farther bank, Leslie picked up two sticks.
“Thy sword, sire,” she whispered. Jess nodded. They hunched down and crept toward the stronghold like police detectives on TV.
“Hey, queen! Watch out! Behind you!” Leslie whirled and began to duel the imaginary foe.
Then more came rushing upon them and the shouts of the battle rang through Terabithia.
The guardian of the realm raced about in happy puppy circles, too young as yet to comprehend the danger that surrounded them all.
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