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After the party was over, when everyone was asleep. Sir Brophy snuck into Princess

Nyssmah’s room and stole her. He put her into a big sack and put her onto the back of his horse.

Then he set fire to her bed to make it look as though a dragon had flown into the castle and carried

off Princess Nyssmah. Then he galloped his horse as fast as he could away from the castle toward

the tallest mountains in the world. He planned to kill Princess Nyssmah and leave her in a cave, so

it looked like a dragon had killed her.

In the morning, on the day of the wedding, Princess Nyssmah was gone and her bed was

burned up. It looked just like a dragon had carried her off.

“Quick!” said the King. “Call Sir Brophy, the Royal Champion!” But the Sir Brophy was

gone, too. (Again, only Lere know that he had stolen Princess Nyssmah.)

“Perhaps he has gone to fight the dragon,” said the Royal Steward.

“Yes,” said the King. ‘That is what must have happened.” Everyone in the castle was as sad

as could be - even Droopsy the dog. They already missed Princess Nyssmah and hoped that

Brophy would rescue her so they could have the wedding.

0 nce again, child(ren), you must fly if we are going to see what happens next. Quick! Grow

your wings! Grow your wings and let them carry you over the land, over the hills, past the forest,

over more hills until we get to the tall mountains. And there, halfway up the mountain, is Sir

Brophy carrying the Princess-In-A-Sack. And there, right at the top of the mountain, is a cave.

Sir Brophy climbed to the cave and pulled the Princess-In-A-Sack into the cave.

“Help!” screamed Princess Nyssmah. “Help! Someone please save me!”

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