John Flanagan: The Royal Ranger

“She’s a nice kid,” Len said.

Gordon, who was the older of the two by some years, agreed. “Like her mother,” he said. Then he added thoughtfully, “Mind you, Princess Cassandra used to stalk us when she sneaked out of the castle as a girl.”

Len raised his eyebrows. “Really? I hadn’t heard that.”

“Oh yes.” Gordon nodded, remembering. “She practised her stalking skills on the sentries. Then she’d let fly with her sling and hit the heads of our spears. A right terror, she was, until we got used to her tricks.”

Len was trying to equate the current Princess Cassandra—the caretaker ruler of the Kingdom—with the picture his companion had drawn of a wild, adventurous tomboy terrorising the castle guards.

“You’d never pick it now. She’s so calm and dignified, isn’t she?”

“WHERE THE BLIND, BLUE, BLITHERING BLAZES HAVE YOU BEEN?” the calm and dignified Princess Cassandra demanded.

Maddie froze in shock as her mother’s words echoed round the living room of the royal apartment.

She had tiptoed up the tower stairs and crept silently into the room, unlatching the door carefully, then opening it quickly to prevent any long, lingering squeaks from the hinges. The interior was in darkness, with heavy drapes across the window and only a few glowing embers in the fire grate.

She had paused just inside the door, senses alert for any sound or any hint of another’s presence in the room. She had taken off her boots before climbing the stairs and now held them in her left hand. Satisfied that her parents were still asleep in their chamber, she had begun stepping carefully across the thick carpet towards her own suite of rooms.

Then her mother—as skilled in the art of ambush as most mothers are—had startled her with her furious, echoing roar.

Maddie froze in mid-stride, one foot poised above the carpet. She looked frantically around the room. She had been convinced that it was empty. Now she made out the dim form of her mother seated in a large, high-backed armchair.

“Mum!” she said, recovering quickly. “You startled me!”

“I startled you?” Cassandra rose from the chair and crossed the room to face her daughter. She was in her nightgown, with a heavy robe over it to protect her from the chill. An observer would have remarked on the similarity between the two women. Both were small in stature, slender and graceful in their movements. Both had green eyes and attractive features. And both had the same determined tilt to their chins. In times past, people had mistaken them for sisters and it was no surprise that they had. They shared the same mass of blonde hair, although there were occasional grey streaks in Cassandra’s now—testament to the strain that she had been under, managing the Kingdom for her invalid father these past three years.

“I startled you ?” she repeated from closer range, her voice rising a few tones with incredulity.

“I thought you were asleep,” Maddie said, trying an innocent smile. In fact, she was sure her mother had been asleep when she had left the apartment, several hours before. She had peered into the royal bedchamber to make sure of it.

“I thought you were asleep,” her mother replied. “I seem to recall that at the ninth hour you made a big fuss about how tired you were.”

She feigned an enormous yawn. Maddie was uncomfortably aware that it was an excellent impersonation of her own performance the previous evening.

“Oh, I’m soooo tired!” Cassandra said, still mimicking her in an exaggerated little girly voice. “I’m afraid I’m off to bed right away.”

“Ah… yes,” Maddie said. “Well, I woke up. I was starving, so I went down to the kitchens to get something to eat.”

“Carrying your boots,” Cassandra observed. Maddie looked down at them, as if seeing them for the first time.

“Um… I didn’t want to get mud all over the carpet,” she said quickly. Too quickly. Speaking quickly often results in a mistake.

“That would be mud from the kitchen,” Cassandra said evenly.

Maddie opened her mouth to reply, but could think of nothing to say. She shut it again.

“Madelyn, are you crazy?” Cassandra said, her anger finally bursting like water gushing through a fractured dam. “You’re a princess, the heir to the throne after me. You can’t go gallivanting off in the forest in the dead of night. It’s just too dangerous!”

“Mum, it’s just a forest. It’s not dangerous. I know what I’m doing. I saw a badger,” she added, as if that would excuse what she’d been doing.

“Oh well, if you saw a badger, that makes it all right!” Cassandra’s sarcasm cut like a whip. “Why didn’t you mention the badger immediately? Now I can go back to bed and sleep peacefully because I know you weren’t in any danger. How could you be if you saw a blasted badger?”

“Mother…” Maddie began in a tone that implied her mother was being unreasonable. Maddie only called Cassandra “mother’ when she was exasperated by what she saw as obsessive, over-controlling behaviour.

Cassandra was all too well aware of that fact and her eyes flashed with anger.

“Don’t you Mother me, Madelyn!” she snapped.

Madelyn’s shoulders straightened and she stood a little taller. She was two centimetres shorter than her mother and, at times like this, she felt that deficiency put her at a disadvantage.

“Then don’t you Madelyn me!” she retorted crisply. Cassandra only called her by her full, formal name when she felt she was being irresponsible, immature and infuriating.

“I’ll Madelyn you any time I please, young lady!”

Maddie rolled her eyes. “Oh, we’re on to young lady now, are we?” she said wearily. She made a beckoning gesture with her hands. “Let it all out. Let’s hear the litany of my sins. I’m a terrible girl. I’m irresponsible. I’m a disgrace to the royal house of Araluen.”

She stood facing her mother, one hand on her hip in a petulant pose, as totally infuriating as only a teenage girl can be when she knows she’s in the wrong but refuses to admit it.

Cassandra’s hand twitched and she felt an overwhelming urge to slap her daughter. She shoved her hands into the pockets of the gown to prevent any such action. She took a deep breath and lowered her voice.

“There are bears in that forest, Madelyn. What would you do if you ran into one?”

“Dondy says that if you meet a bear, you crouch down, stay still and don’t make eye contact.” Dondy was the royal forester and hunt master.

“He also says that’s a last resort and it’s only successful half the time.”

“Then I’d run the other way. Or climb a tree. A small, thin tree so he couldn’t climb after me.” She added the last quickly, before Cassandra could point out that bears were able to climb trees.

It was obvious that she wasn’t going to surrender this point. Cassandra changed tack. “There are criminals too. Brigands and bandits and outlaws. They hide out in the forest.”

“They’re pretty few and far between these days. Dad has seen to that,” Maddie replied. Horace had recently conducted a series of armed sweeps to drive the outlaws from their lairs in the forest.

“It’d only take one. You’re well known. You could be kidnapped and held to ransom.”

“He’d have to catch me first,” Maddie said stubbornly.

Cassandra turned away, throwing her hands in the air in resignation. “Mind you, we’d have to be willing to pay to get you back,” she muttered. Her tone indicated that this would be no certainty.

The door to the bedroom opened, emitting a shaft of light into the dark room. Horace entered. His hair was tousled and his nightshirt was tucked into his trousers. His feet were bare. So was the blade of the sword in his right hand. It glinted in the light of the lantern he held in his left hand, sending random reflections darting around the walls.