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7. The King of Treem
"Your
Majesty! Oh Your Majesty!" They hugged, and the
King of Treem told Prin the Princess was fine, but
she missed her Dog so.
"This
is Mika from Algor," she said happily with tear-filled
eyes. "He's looking for Gumba the Wise."
The
King of Treem shook Mika's hand and nodded his head.
"Yes, Gumba the Wise. You must be on a terribly
important mission. You are on the right path, but
you have a long way to go."
Mika's
eyes lit up. He was going the right way after all!
He still had his Quest!
"Would
you like to come to the Land of Treem, my son?"
the King asked. "You will be our honored guest.
There will be feasts and a celebration...It's only
a day's ride from here."
"Sir,
if you don't mind, now that I know I am headed the
right way, I am eager to be on my Quest."
"Of
course. But you are always welcome in the Land of
Treem."
Prin
whispered into the King's ear. "Yes, we have it,"
he answered. And he called for one of his men who
handed something to Prin. She bounced over to Mika
and held it out to him.
"This
is my Collar. If you'll wear it as a belt, it will
keep the Walborks and any other evil in the Great
Woods away. And then they hugged for so long Mika
could hardly breathe. Laughing, the two teary-eyed
friends said goodbye.
The
King handed Mika a small flask. "This will give
you energy, and will rest your body, so that you
won't have to stop and sleep for many days."
"Oh,
thank you," your Majesty," Mika said, and feeling
quite tired, he took a swallow. Instantly he felt
wide awake. And then the King handed him a traveler's
pack that made him remember the one his mother had
prepared, which was lost on the ocean. Then they
each went their own separate ways, leaving Mika
once again quite alone.
 
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