I thank thee most graciously. Yes I can be cruel when I need to be and so can my goblins, thank you very much. If you don't believe it I might set them on you. Between you and me, you won't like that very much. And to further mention, I don't exactly appreciate the comments about my pants.

If I may now, I will continue. You see Sarah is one of very few mortals with the power of just knowing something is going on. I'm sure many of you have experienced something with someone where you try to surprise them with something but fail to because they already just know.

Well Sarah has that power. She realized something was amidst for she called far more sooner than normal. I, of course, answered her call as did Sir Didymus.

She asked but of course the knight did not know. None of those she called would know or be able to tell her. There was a particular spark in her eye that Sir Didymus ignored but I did not. Maybe she realized what I did for her and I believe she did especially when he was leaving she said, "It was really mean but you can thank that king of yours."

He bowed low to her and kissed her hand as he went off on his quest to tell me. He left through the mirror like always but I remained on my perch outside her window like always. I waited to feel the pull of magic but it did not happen.

I watch her most intently, something was wrong with this situation. I was still there. Sarah was still in her room. Her call was finished so therefore I should not be able to remain. For a single moment I thought that her power over me was fading. I tried changing but failed. I did the only thing I could. I had to take the opportunity.

I tapped on her window. It startled her. She turned and looked down at my puny form, curious on to what an owl was doing at her window and during the day. All we did was gaze at each other. I could do nothing but be there even that was something I shouldn't be doing. If I could speak, I probably wouldn't have been able to. Though after ages it seemed I let out a single hoot, a most indecent way of communication because Sarah most likely did not speak owl. But none the less she smiled at me.

She then opened the window slowly but not the screen to let me in, "What is a scrawny owl like yourself doing during the day?"

Scrawny! I have you know I am not scrawny. Angry hoots and chirps were all she heard. She let out a laugh like I told a joke. She shook her head at me and then said goodbye.

I watched her leave and then felt the strong pull of magic like normal drawing be back to the Labyrinth.

Even now I am still curious about the situation for it shouldn't have happened. Don't get me wrong I am not complaining. I have wanted, wished to be with Sarah alone. I was granted that. I wanted to have some sort of communication between her and myself. I, in its most absurd form, was granted that too. If only she knew it was me and not some random crazy daylight enjoying owl.