A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews...your plot ideas were the jump I needed!!!!! Sweet Saturn and Me Gusta Books—you each get VBPs. Enjoy. (And honestly, I can't remember the name of the wizard who gets stuck with Killer's donkeyness at the end either. I just adore Killer.)

And now, on with the story!!

Mendanbar looked at Inigo's wounds and sighed. "Sure then. We'll have some guest rooms made up for you. Our friend Morwen can look at your friend's injuries."

"She is a healer? Like Miracle Max?" Fezzik asked anxiously.

"Well, I don't know about this Max guy, but Morwen is a witch."

"A what?" Buttercup cried, eyes wide with fear. She didn't like things that were out of the ordinary.

Unfortunately for her, Kazul chose this time to arrive. The air stirred and wind tangled the princess's hair as an enormous shape blocked out the sky. Huge wings beat the air as the shape landed in the middle of the garden.

"Kazul!" Cimorene yelled. "My plants!"

"Oh, sorry, Cimorene." Kazul's head bent down and surveyed the damage. "Did I really harm anything?"

"EEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!" Buttercup screamed in belated terror and fainted. Westley caught her with a strangled 'oof' as she fell off her horse.

"Um...is that a dragon?" he asked, watching the newcomer warily.

"Yes. I am. Who are they?" Kazul asked, returning the look with open curiosity.

"Kazul, this is Westley, Fezzik, Buttercup, and Inigo. They're looking for a place to stay while Inigo recovers. People, this is Kazul, king of the dragons."

"Pleased to meet you, sir," said Westley with a smile.

Kazul snorted out a bit a steam in his face. "Ma'am, actually."

"But—"

"Don't ask. That's just how it works." Mendanbar cut short the question and turned his attention to the dragon. "What's up, Kazul? We weren't expecting you to visit until next week."

"Morwen is missing. She was supposed to come over for dinner last night and she didn't show up. I went by her house this morning, but she wasn't there. The cats are frantic!"

Cimorene paled. "Are you sure? What did the cats say?"

"None of them were making much sense. Trouble said something about wizards, and that's all."

"All right. Let's go to Morwen's and see if we can figure out what's going on." She looked at the four travelers (two of them now unconscious) and sighed. "You three should come with us. We'll get your friend in a bed to rest before we leave."

An hour later, they were once again standing in front of the castle. The horses had been stabled and Inigo was passed out in a guest room. Buttercup had awoken, been enlightened of the situation, and was still frightened out of whatever wits she had. Cimorene paced up and down in front of them like a drill sergeant.

"People, this is an important recovery mission. There is potential danger, and those stupid wizards are involved." She whirled to face them on. "And you know what that means."

"Buckets," Mendanbar said with a nod.

"Buckets?" Westley asked, confused.

Cimorene gave each of them a large wooden bucket filled with soapy water. They smelled of lemon and Westley looked dubiously into his.

"How will this help us?"

"Everyone knows wizards are melted by soapy water," Kazul said. Then she grinned evilly, revealing rows of giant, pointy teeth. "They also burn very well."

"Kazul. No burning, eating, or dismembering wizards, okay?" Cimorene reprimanded. She clapped her hands. "Ready everyone? Buckets? Let's go!"

Suddenly Buttercup raised a timid hand. "Um. These buckets are awfully heavy..."

Westley quickly picked up her bucket. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll carry it for you." They stared into each other's eyes lovingly.

"Oh, for goodness—" Cimorene clapped her hands again, right in front of their faces. They jumped and looked at her guiltily. "Hello? Morwen? Missing? Needs help?"

"Lead on, your majesty."

"Cimorene."

And so they set off towards Morwen's cottage. It wasn't a long walk, at least not with Mendanbar carefully manipulating strings of the forest's magic to make sure it was a straight path. When they arrived, the king and queen were surprised to find all of Morwen's assorted cats in front, yowling and crying. They stopped when they saw Kazul and ran to her, jumping on her head and back and tail. Trouble was right next to her eye, mewing intensely.

"What is he saying?"

Kazul listened. "He says a wizard came and took her away before she had a chance to grab the bucket she keeps by the stove. He took her out through the door, but it didn't open up here."

"He manipulated her door?"

"Somehow."

"How now?" Fezzik asked. Mendanbar took that as a query for explanation.

"Morwen's door can open up to different places. Her library, the garden, pretty much wherever she wants. But a wizard shouldn't have been able to make it work."

"Maybe we can, though," Westley suggested. "If we want it to take us where the wizard took her?"

"Good idea." Cimorene smiled at him meltingly. Her husband glared at him. "Kazul, you stay here and make sure no wizards are hanging around. Try to avoid killing them, though. Just scare them off."

Kazul nodded, nearly dislodging Trouble. The others trooped inside and stood in front of the door. Cimorene opened it and looked outside. She was gazing at trees, dark and tall.

"It's the edge of the Enchanted Forest, up towards the north. There's less magic here." Mendanbar frowned. "The wizards must have taken her out of the forest, at its weak spot."

Cimorene strode into the trees, and the others reluctantly followed. "They probably just went straight. Mendanbar, now that we're closer can you do a locating spell?"

"Not if they went out of the forest, but I can try." He concentrated, and a few moments later they saw a clearing appear before them. Morwen sat in it, along with two wizards. She was bound and gagged, her ginger hair falling around her shoulders and her eyes shooting bloody murder at her captors.

"She's still in the forest!" Cimorene cried happily. "Come on, we have to get her!" She began to race through the trees. Mendanbar caught up to her and stopped her rush.

"Slowly, sweetheart. We still don't know how to get to them and it wouldn't be a good idea to announce our presence too quickly." They waited for the others and then moved on, carefully this time.

Just as the king and queen were getting the feeling that their friend was close, a scream came from behind them. They all looked back to where Buttercup had lagged behind the others.

She was gone.

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