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tell her it’s from Daniel. I could write some cute poem—’roses are red’ or whatever—hey, that’d probably be new to these medieval rubes. And we could—”
    “Shelby?” Miles interrupted her. “What about getting home? We don’t belong here, remember? We’ve already helped Lucinda by giving her hope to go to the Valentine’s Faire, but we can’t really do much else to change the way her curse plays out. We need to find an Announcer.”
    “Well, you know wherever Luce is, the rest of them are bound to be nearby,” Shelby said quickly. “If we could just find Daniel, it would be, like, two birds, one stone. He’d go to the Faire; we’d find our way back to Shoreline.”
    “I don’t know if it would be that easy to get Daniel to that Faire.”
    “Then we can’t go home! Not until we make good on our promise to Luce! I don’t want to be one more person who lets her down.” Shelby felt suddenly deflated. “She deserves better.”
    Miles slowly exhaled. He paced around the well, brow furrowed—his thinking face. “You’re right,” he said finally. “What’s one more day?”
    “Really?” Shelby squealed.
    “But where are we going to find Daniel? Didn’t Lucinda say something about a castle?” Miles said. “We could find it and—”
    “Knowing Daniel, he could be moping around anywhere. And I do mean
anywhere
.”
    Shelby heard the sound of horses’ hooves and turned her head toward the wide central pathway through the marketplace. Past the merchants’ stalls, which were being shut down for the evening, she caught a glimpse of a regal, snow-white horse.
    When it passed the last merchant’s awning and came into open view, Shelby gasped.
    The figure in the black leather saddle lined withermine—whom Shelby, Miles, and most of the townspeople watched in unabashed awe—was truly a knight in shining armor.
    Broad-shouldered, his identity obscured by his visor, the knight rode through the square with a commanding air of nobility. The riveted steel plates began at his feet, which were steadied in two stout stirrups. His legs were encased in polished greaves, and his mail coat was cut so close it clung to his muscular sides. His metal helmet had a flat top, with two curved plates meeting in an angled seal over his nose. There were tiny breathing holes in the front of the visor and a narrow slit across his eyes. It was alarming: He could see them, but they could only see the blinding outward evidence of him.
    A sheath fastened at his left side carried a sword, and over his armor he wore a long white tunic with a red cross across the chest like one Shelby thought she’d seen in a Monty Python movie.
    “Why don’t we ask him?” Shelby said.
    “Seriously?”
    Shelby faltered. Sure, she was nervous about approaching a real live
knight
. But how else were they going to find Daniel?
    “Do you have a better idea?” She pointed at the looming figure. “He’s a knight. Daniel’s a knight. Chances are they’re gonna run in the same chivalric circle, right?”
    “Okay, okay. And Shel?” Miles inhaled halfway,something he did when he was nervous. Or when he thought he might be about to hurt Shelby’s feelings. “Try not to use the Georgia peach accent, okay? It might have rolled right over love-struck Lucinda’s head, but we need to be more careful about blending in. Remember what Roland said about messing with the past.”
    “I’m blending, I’m blending.” Shelby hopped off the edge of the well, straightened her shoulders like she imagined a proper lady might do, gave Miles a wink that felt a little awkward, and strode toward the knight.
    But she’d taken just two short strides when the knight turned to face her, lifted his visor, and narrowed his dark eyes into a glare—a glare that Shelby had earned several times before.
    Speak of the devil. Hadn’t Miles
just
mentioned Roland Sparks?
    Roland glanced back and forth between Shelby and Miles. He clearly recognized them, which meant