TITLE: TOO LATE FOR PARSNIPS
GENRE: MG - Fantasy
Princess Calypso’s gift for blending in lets her pull elaborate pranks. When her latest hoax gets the royal family kidnapped, no one notices her. To rescue them, she must learn to speak up in the spotlight.
The nameless princess climbed the North Tower of Cochem castle. The stairs wound past the Palace Agricultural Library (PAL)—closed today in honor of her christening—and came out on the sun-warmed parapet.
Rooks wheeled above her head. The stone was warm under her hands, but the Mosel valley was cloaked in its usual mist. The striped tents of the Red, Yellow, Orange, Magenta, Indigo and Violet Kingdoms poked up through the white, fluffy, layer. But there were no yurts along the riverbank, and even more telling, no clouds of blackflies. No blackflies meant no Blackfly royals.
Lifting the hem of her brocade christening gown, the princess galloped down the stairs to the castle’s great hall. All she had to do was keep her parents on task until the Blackfly family arrived. It had to be possible.
In case it was, the princess came up with a name for herself for each step:
Anything but Sibyl.
All seven of her sisters were named Sibyl.
“Sibyl—” In Cochem castle, King Oliver leaned over to whisper in Queen Sibyl’s ear, a pointless effort since the hall was already so noisy that he had to shout to be heard.
The youngest princess, back at her self-appointed station underneath the head table, had no trouble making out the words.
“Is the child here?”
“Which child? Oh, you mean—what’s her name?”
“Yes, that one.” King Oliver hesitated. “But she is a she? You’re sure of that.”