A/N- Woo-hoo! I got FIVE REVIEWS!!!!  Hurray for the Red, White and Blue!  I have no clue why I said that, but I'm in an extremely excellent mood this morning.

            As you noted last chapter, it became a A/G fic.  And Faithful entered the picture.  Also, I have a question for you peeps.  Do ya'll want me to be more descriptive or a bit vaguer?  Tell me when you review.  *Tries to use the old Jedi Mind Trick, but fails horribly.*  Darn!  It worked for Luke and Obi-wan!  Why can't it work for me?  Anyway, please review.

*= Faithful talking

italics= thoughts

Chapter 3-

            Alanna woke up the next day in her room, still with the goofy grin on her face.  That was until she tried to open her mouth to yawn.  When she tried, she found that there was black car hair all over her mouth. 

            "Wha- the-?"

            *Oh, sorry about that.  But you really shouldn't sleep with your mouth open like that.*

            "YOU CAN TALK!?!?!?!?"

            *Don't you remember yesterday?*

            "I remember that George…never mind.  Not exactly.  So, who was it that wanted me to have you?"

            *The Great Mother Goddess.*

            "WHAT!?!?!?!?" (A/N- Can you tell that I like to do "?!?!?!?!"?)

            *The Great Mother Goddess.  You know, the one that rules over all the-*

            "I know who she is," Alanna snapped, "but what does she want with me?"

            *Because, you need all the help you can get.  I was sent to be your advisor.*

            Advisor? This might be a good thing.  I need all the advise I can get.  She chuckled inwardly.  'Specially with MY temper...

            "Ok Faithful.  I think that's an exceptional answer.  Now, would you mind getting off my leg?"

            "Do you, Alan of Trebond, promise to serve me through thick and thin, war and peace, and in sickness or in health?"            "Yes, Your Highness."

            "Rise."

            Jon shook Alan's hand firmly.

            "By the power of the Royal House of Conté, you are now my body squire."  (No clue how the formal stuff is.  Sounded like a wedding, didn't it?)

            "Well, why don't we go to the Dancing Dove to celebrate?"

            Alan(na) had been in terrific mood ever since they gone to the Dancing Dove.  When he suggested they go now, Alan was so excited, he was practically bouncing off the walls.

            "Why don't you get Raoul and Gary?  I'll go ahead and tell George we're coming." suggested a very excited Alan.

            "Good idea.  I'll meet you there."

            Ok, that was a very short chapter but I have a small case of writer's block.  I'll post some more later today.  May the Reviews come from you.