A/N: Thank you again to Clare for betaing this project and thank you to those of you who have reviewed, favorited and followed. This is only my second story, so I am still not really confident of my writing, so I really hope you like where the story is going. Reviews would be lovely!

Nothing was going to stand in Emma's way of getting her son back and getting home. Not even the man who was now staring daggers at her. She shouldn't have been surprised at the sight of the giant beanstalk in front of them. She just didn't expect it to be so ominous. Dark clouds circled the top, or what she thought was the top, of the stalk. Ravens cawed as they circled the large object.

"Well love, your compass awaits." Killian said, "Shall we?"

She looked over to the man, giving him another death stare; similar to the one she gave him earlier. He was becoming annoying. He was nothing like she remembered. She couldn't help but wonder in the man she knew was still inside. If he was still caring, sweet, compassionate, willing to do anything for his family - and looking at the man, she wasn't quite sure he was.

"Wait…" she called out to the group who had begun to walk closer to the beanstalk. "If these beans can create portals, why don't we just get one? Why do we need the compass?"

She remembered his explanation earlier. If a bean could be used to get the home, why should they even bother with the compass - or with Cora for that matter?

"Because there aren't any more beans, anywhere. Whatever story you think you know, my dear, is most certainly wrong" he said. The my dear part made her roll her eyes, but pulled at her heartstrings as well. She tried to ward off the memories that came flooding back to her with his endearment.

"There was a guy named Jack, a cow, and something about an evil giant with a golden goose or harp. It's been a while," she explained rather quickly, hoping to distract everyone from the internal mind fuck she was having.

"Sounds like a lovely tale, but the truth isn't as glamorous. The giants grew the beans, but rather than use them for good and share them, they used them to plunder the lands. Jack was a man who fought a terrible war, defeating all but one of the giants. The beans were destroyed by the giants, burned and salted the Earth they grew in. If they couldn't have them, then nobody could. It's really very bad form." Emma found herself rolling her eyes again. She remembered the Killian who used to believe in good form. Was that Killian still there?

"Why hasn't anyone tried to grow more?" Emma questioned.

"Because one giant did survive - the most fearsome and terrible of them all." Killian explained.

"And we need to get past him to get the compass - don't we?" Mary Margaret questioned, joining in on the conversation. Mulan and Aurora stood back, not willing to involve themselves.

"Indeed." Hook smiled. "And once we get it, we steal the ashes back from Cora and we're on our way."

This caused Mulan to move back towards the group, a slight anger in her eyes.

"How do we know you're not just using us to get the compass for Cora? How can we trust you?" she questioned, bringing up the point Mary Margaret had only moments ago.

"Because you four are far safer company. Cora was means to an end - that end being to get to your world." He replied. She knew he wasn't lying, but something just didn't seem right. Why did he want to get to their world? "Am I lying love?" he questioned, turning to look at Emma.

"No, but why do you want to get to our land in the first place?" She asked.

"That love, is a tale for another time." he confessed, something passing in his eyes. She couldn't place the look, but it felt familiar.

"Fine. Let's get this over with." Emma said rather sternly, walking towards to the stalk. It was quite dominating, looming above her, but she could and would conquer this - she had to. It had been a few days in this realm, and she wasn't sure how much time had passed in her world, but she had to get to Henry.

"However, the giant has enchanted the beanstalk. No one is able to climb it." Killian said, moving closer to the stalk.

"Then how the hell are we supposed to get up there? Seriously? Why did you even bring us here?" Her voice raising to meet the anger she was feeling inside. This was a wild goose chase.

"Thanks to Cora, I do have a counter spell that allows us to climb. If you'd be so kind milady," he said, motioning with his tied hands towards Mary Margaret.

Her mother rolled her eyes at the man, moving to cut the rope that held him prisoner. In one build motion, her mother cut the rope and Killian rolled his arms and nodded a thanks. His cocky smile back on his face. He held up his hand - showing off a glowing cuff.

"This will allow me to climb to the top. I have one more - Cora was going to come with me, but like I said, you four are much better company. So only question remains… which of you four lovelies will be taking her place?" he questioned, looking at the four women standing in front of him.

They all turned to look at each other, Emma wondering if her mother was going to insist that Mulan or her go. Emma was already mentally preparing herself for not just the climb that she knew she was going to take, but for the fight with her mother over it.

"Go on, fight it out ladies. Don't be afraid to really get into it," he said, swaying his body in a fighting motion. For the third time in less than ten minutes, Emma found herself rolling her eyes. Yet, stifling a laugh at the same time. Maybe there was some Killian still left in there.

Sixteen. Emma was finally sixteen. She had been looking forward to this birthday for a long time. In her eyes, she was an adult now. She could legally drive, she could just get in the car her mother had gifted her, and just drive. Not that she would do that; she was happy where she was. But the idea that she was actually able to do that was invigorating.

Her mother had sat her down that day for a woman-to-woman talk. Emma had been dreading this conversation for years. Hell, she was in high school now, and the covered just about everything she needed to know in Health class. Her brain was already scared from having to listen to a middle-aged overweight PE teacher discuss sexual health; and now it looked like she was going to have to listen to her mother discuss it as well.

She didn't have a boyfriend, all the boys in her school lacking in anything Emma found interesting. Sure there were some good-looking guys that Emma didn't mind looking at, but she was looking for something more.

She had been dreaming about her seaside village a lot lately. She always started by trying to find Killian. She hoped he found the happiness he deserved, and she hoped he was able to change his ways, but as the days piled up, and each one passing without a sign from him, she began to worry. It was hard for her to remember that he was just a dream. Even though he was just a dream, she couldn't help but feel he was real in a way. She felt closer to him than anyone else.

The talk her mother had with her wasn't as scaring as she thought it would be. Mostly Ingrid just droned on about coming into herself. Growing into all the magic she had inside of her. Ever since she was little, Ingrid had told her she had something special locked away. Emma was feeling different, more powerful. However, she knew it wasn't because of magic, but because she was comfortable with who she was. She was doing really well in school, she had a good group of friends, and she was happy.

She went to bed that night hoping to have another wonderful dream of her village. The next thing she knew, she was smelling the salt and hearing the crowd that had wondered into the street.

She was standing at the fountain, which was turned on and flowing. Children raced about, yelling greetings as they passed. Over the years, Emma had learned many names, there was Sarah who worked at the tavern, a man named Stephens who ran the docks, and a young boy named Leo who always wanted Emma to play hide and seek with him. Emma felt close with her village family. The best part was they never questioned why she would only sometimes show up, and how each time she somewhat looked different. Her dreamworld was perfect.

The crowd was moving down towards the docks. She could see giant sails flowing in the breeze. She had never seen them before during her visits. There was an energy surrounding the movement.

"What's going on?" she questioned to no one in particular, but someone must have heard her, because an answer came from her side.

"The Jewel of the Realm has docked. It's the newest ship in the Navy." Emma turned to find the redheaded Sarah next to her.

"Really?" Emma questioned.

"Yes! It's so exciting. We never thought we would get to see it. Normally it's docked in the South. We heard that the Captain insisted on docking here - saying he grew up here and wanted to return home." Sarah explained.

Hope overcame Emma. She knew of someone who grew up here, was on ships, wanted to be in the Navy, and wanted to return. Was the ship's captain Killian? Was he back?

She ran with Sarah down to the docks, taking in the ship. It was grand to say the least. The ship was at least twice the size of the other ships that docked in the marina. It's sails a pristine white, which made the dark wood stand out. Men were bustling around the docks, moving supplies on and off the ship. She didn't see anyone she knew. She and Sarah sat on a bench near the ship watching the excitement unfold. A few minutes after sitting down, Emma heard a conversation that peaked her interest.

"Captain Jones said he and the Lieutenant will be at the tavern for a while and they expect the ship to be in pristine condition upon their return." one man said, as he was rolling a barrel near the ship.

"Aye, gotten a bit bossy since the promotion hasn't he?" the other man said, looking annoyed at the fact the Captain had laid orders.

"Shut your trap man. Captain is a good one. Same as the Lieutenant. They are good men," the man said. However, Emma was too busy running up towards the tavern to see if what her mind thought was true. Emma took a shortcut through the alleyways, not wanting to waste a minute. She hoped and prayed that it would be Killian in the bar. She hoped that he turned everything around and that he was finally the man he wanted to be. She also prayed it was him simply because she missed him.

It was surprising how much you can miss someone who isn't real. She thought of Killian almost daily. In fact, it had become something of a crush. Its part of the reason boys never interested her. She didn't need anyone, she had Killian. Sure, it had been two years since "seeing" him; but she felt closer to him than anyone else. It was silly really. They didn't even know much about each other - only talking a handful of time, but something about him called to her.

She rushed into the tavern, not bothering to stop and say hello to the owner. She glanced around the room, hoping to spot him. There was one table at the back - pushed into a corner. Two men sat around the table - their heads close together in conversation. It was dark in the corner; hell it was dark in the whole tavern. She remembered Sarah saying it created atmosphere - Emma said it created people with eyesight problems.

One person, who she assumed was the captain, based on the detailing of his coat, had light brown hair. It was messy, but perfect. He looked familiar, but wasn't Killian. However, when his eyes met hers, and she saw the blue they held, she knew he had to be related to Killian somehow. She was guessing that the man was his brother. Her heart began to swell, if Liam made Captain, then there was hope for Killian too. However, the swell in her heart wasn't as big as it could have been, cause that meant that Killian wasn't the Captain, which meant he wasn't here.

She had begun to turn around when she heard her name called from the corner.

"Swan?" called out the voice. It was in that moment that Emma almost fell to the floor in joy. The voice was familiar and warm. The accent wasn't as thick as she remembered, but the voice still held some playfulness.

She turned back around slowly, worried that this was a dream within a dream. It was when her green eyes met his blue, that she let a smile cross her face.

"Jones?" She said, not moving towards the table. For some reason her body didn't want to move.

"Aye love, it's me." He said, standing up and moving towards her.

He was taller, his body growing till it filled in. He didn't look gangly anymore; instead muscles could be seen beneath his jacket. His hair was still messy, and long, but it accented his face well. There was slight scruff on his chin and cheek. His eyes were the same though, but this time, they were welcoming and happy. The three times she had seen him, he had been crying. She silently thanked the gods that this time, she saw his eyes for how powerful they were. They held something this time - confidence, cockiness, and a hint of passion maybe. Emma wasn't sure, but she was intrigued.

Once he reached her he didn't stop, moving to pull her into a large hug. They hadn't hugged before. He was firm, but held her gently. His arms came to wrap around her neck and back, pulling her into him. She breathed him in, he smelled of the sea, and it was intoxicating.

As he pulled back, Emma could see the change in the man she used to know. Everything about him had changed, but in a good way. Emma's eyes lit up with her smile.

"I can't believe its you," she finally said.

"Me either. I had hoped to see you of course, but I got worried when I didn't find you earlier this morning. Come, we have ale and food on the way. Plus, you can finally meet Liam." he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the table in the corner.

Liam stood up upon their approach, putting a hand out for Emma to shake. He was slightly taller than Killian, and built a bit differently, but anyone would be able to tell they were brothers.

"You must be Emma. I'm Captain Liam Jones. It's nice to meet you lass. My little brother here has talked quite a lot about you." he said, shaking Emma's hand.

"Younger brother, please." Killian said, rather upset at his brother's comment.

Emma giggled at Liam's introduction. It was nice to see the banter between the two. They both looked so happy - different than how Killian used to be. She had only seen Liam once, and he did look much different than before, but she knew he was happier too.

Killian motioned for Emma to sit between them. However, before the food arrived, Liam excused himself. Emma was a bit hurt by his quick departure, but was relieved when Killian confessed his reasoning.

"He just wants to give us time to catch up Swan. I promise. I have to admit that I've missed you terribly since our last meeting. Liam knows that, so he is just giving us space. He's gone back to the ship to check in on the crew." Killian explained.

"Oh." Emma said, not really sure how to respond. He had thought of her, just like she had thought of him. "I did see the ship, she is beautiful. She's very big too!"

"Aye, that she is. Liam was made Captain only a short month ago, and the promotion came with the ship." Killian explained.

"How long has it been Killian?" Emma asked, knowing that sometimes the time's passing in her dream world didn't match the time in her real world.

"Two long years love. I was sixteen that last you saw of me. I'm actually nineteen now. I just had a birthday." He said, smiling at his last statement.

"Oh my God!"

"Aye lass, and how old are you now?" he asked.

"I just turned sixteen actually. Today's my birthday. I can't believe it's been so long! I've been around quite often, but I've never seen you." She explained.

"Well love, Happy Birthday then!" He lifted his goblet and toasted to her.

She smiled at the gesture. Had it really been two years since they saw each other - and was he really nineteen. She had to admit that he was ridiculously good looking. He was also strong now. How could all of this happen in just two years? While the time that passed seemed long, it also seemed to fly by.

" And you haven't seen me because I've been gone. The night you found me and pulled me from my drunken stupor, we left. It took six months, but Liam and I saved up all our money and bought our commissions. I stopped gambling and drinking. We've been in for almost two years now. Liam went up quickly through the ranks - unfortunately because of battles where we lost officers. I've been rising slowly. I'm Liam's First Lieutenant actually." She could tell that he was proud of himself. The smile on his face said everything. She was proud of him too.

"Oh Killian, I am so proud of you! You did it! I always knew you could." Emma said, pulling him into another hug. It was uncomfortable since the table was in the way, but they made it work.

"Well it really is all thanks to you love. Times were bad for a while, with that Captain, but each time he reared his ugly head, I just thought of you. It made things better." they had ended their hug, but he had pulled her hands into his. He didn't let go. Their fingers intertwined as he looked at her with true adoration. It actually made her blush. It seemed silly that even though they had only met a handful of times, they relied so heavily on each other. She didn't want to admit to herself or him that she felt the same. When times were hard at school or even just life (she was a teenage - life sucked) she thought of Killian and he gave her hope.

"Tell me about everything Killian." She said, moving away from the subject. She didn't know if she could handle telling him that he made things better for her too. She had to remember that he wasn't real. He was just a dream.

They spent the next few hours in that stuffy tavern discussing his adventures over the past year. They had travelled south and seen the Southern Isles. He told her about the mermaids that haunted distant waters that would lure men to their deaths. He scared her when he said they almost did lose their last ship thanks to one "bloody monster of a siren". He raved about the deserts to the east and the mountains to the north. Emma was quite jealous of their adventures. The most she ever got to do was go to Chicago on a field trip.

"It sounds amazing Killian. You are so lucky you get to have these adventures," she confessed. The food in front of them had been cleared a while ago. They both had mugs in front of them, but thankfully they were only filled with water. He was true to his word and had quit drinking fully - refusing to touch the stuff even at Liam's advancement party.

"Aye, but I've miss the land here. I must confess that I have thought of you every day since our last meeting." She stared into his eyes, which held nothing but the truth. Emma's heart began to race, unsure of what to say back to him.

"Killian, I…" she trailed off. Fear racked through her system. How could she feel the same way about him, knowing what she knew? He was a dream - he couldn't be anything more. How could she feel something for him? Yet at the same time, she knew it was impossible not to feel something. He might be a dream, but he was her dream.

"Emma, you don't need to say anything. I just had to tell you how I felt when I saw you again. I'm infatuated with you Emma. I wasn't lying when I said you were my guardian angel. You always appear to me whenever I am in need; you guide me through tough times. I begged Liam to come back here, because I needed to see you again. I had hoped that you would find me - that we would find each other." with this confession, he reached across the table to take her hands back into his. She felt the electricity running through their connected fingers.

"I've missed you too. I would be lying if I said I didn't think about you every day. You've helped me too," she confessed looking into his eyes.

"We are in town only a few more days. I was hoping to see more of you, get to know you better. What do you say?" he asked.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" she gawked.

"Aye love, I guess I am. Emma, would you go out with me? Say tomorrow night?"

"Oh Killian, I would love to, but I don't think I can." she said quietly, sadness taking over. She did want to go out with him. Something had happened quickly - once she realized that while he was a dream, but her dream, she allowed herself to open up to him. What was the harm? Why not play out every one of her fantasies while here. But, she also knew that the time wouldn't last - and while she knew he wasn't real, she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

She could see the look of disappointment on his face. He wasn't shattered, but there was a sadness behind his eyes.

"Let me explain, I don't know if I'll be here tomorrow. I can't guarantee anything," she said, not wanting to go into details. His face brightened at her explanation and hers did too. She wanted nothing more than to see him again.

"That's fine lass. How about if you are here, you meet me at the fountain at six o'clock. If you aren't I will know why." he offered.

"It wouldn't be because I didn't want to be there." she hoped he could hear the promise in her voice.

"Aye love, I know." he added.

Emma wasn't quite sure when her dream ended and her real world came back to her, but she woke up with a smile on her face. For the rest of the day, she prayed and hoped that she would dream of a blue eyed lieutenant again that night.

After a bit of bickering between the ladies of the group, they decided that Emma would be going up with Killian. While everyone else had taken to calling him Hook, she couldn't see him that way. Well she could, but she didn't want to. She wanted to remember him as he used to be. She wanted to remember the man she used to think about daily, the man she used to… Nope, not going there Emma.

She was going up simply because of Henry. It was the biggest reason for getting back home. Besides, her mother knew it was best not to argue with her. So she was going up. Now all she had to worry about was Killian. She was worried about being left alone with him for that long, but she would do anything to get back to Henry.

She made a deal with Mulan about them leaving if she didn't make it back in ten hours - and she hoped that Mulan would follow through. She had the poppy powder to knock out the giant if she needed it. The thought did cross her mind that she could always use it on Killian if he got in her way. She didn't think he would, but she wasn't going to take that chance. She knew he could beat her in a battle, and it was better to have a backup.

"Tick tock ladies, in this world we don't have time to just wait around." called Killian from off in the distance. They had sat him down away from their conversation. She had to admit that his reference to Peter Pan made her smile a bit - even though she knew he didn't even know the movie. Emma moved at his words over to him - coming the closest she had been to him since finding him out.

"I was hoping it would be you love." He said, a twinkle and a hint of jest in his eyes.

She was already regretting this, but it was what had to be done. She had to get that compass and get back to Henry.

"Just get on with it." she bit out.

Killian reached out for her hand, touching her for the first time in years. The same spark that once shot Emma when they touched was still there, however, it was calmer now and not as bright, but it was there. His hand moved to circle her wrist and brought her right hand to his shoulder.

"Put your hand right here love," he whispered, winking his eye. As she places her hand on his shoulder, he snapped the cuff to her arm. She pulled back the second she could, not wanting to be this near to him at the moment. Emotions were rushing back and she needed to push them away. She hadn't felt this way since she first met him as a lieutenant.

"Are you sure this will work?" she questioned, looking at her wrist then to the beanstalk.

"Aye, this will allow you to climb, but of course there are other dangers. Thankfully, I'm here to protect you." he added with another wink. She shook her head.

"Just what I've always wanted." sarcasm was dripping from her lips.

"I can't climb one-handed though, can I?" he said before she could turn and begin their ascent.

She moved to Mary Margaret who was holding onto his hook. She reached for the object, taking in the detailing of the hook. It was nicer than she through, well taken care of.

"Don't think I'm taking my eyes of you for a second." she said as she handed him the appendage. He snapped it on in a quick beat flourishing the hook in the air.

"I would despair if you did." he smiled, motioning them to begin.

They had been climbing for what seemed like hours. Emma was trying her damndest to not look down. She had never really been scared of heights, but being thousands of feet up in the air with Killian Jones climbing next to her was making fear creep up. There had been a few times farther down the stalk where she thought she might slip – but now that they had been climbing a while, she felt more comfortable. It also helped that they had been climbing in silence the entire time.

"You never forget your first beanstalk you know." Killian said, with a hint of laughter in his voice.

She didn't respond.

"Most men I am sure take your silence as off-putting, but I know you better than that love." He added, as they moved a bit farther up the stalk. They were still nowhere near the top, and if he kept talking, she wasn't sure if they would make it.

"I'm concentrating." She huffed.

"No Emma, you're afraid. Afraid to talk, afraid to reveal yourself to me: to trust me again." He always knew exactly what she as feeling, how did she think she could put this past him.

"Am I?" she took the chance to look at him. He had matched her the entire way up the stalk, never once falling behind, or leaving her behind. She had seen the look in his eyes before. She knew he could tell exactly what she was thinking. For some reason, ever since the night she met him sober, he had been able to see right through her.

"Aye. We have a history Emma, a deep history. It's been quite some time since we've seen each other, and you're afraid of what it may lead to." He hit the nail on the head. She was afraid, afraid of what everything meant. He was real, for years she didn't want to believe in her dreams, especially after high school. Yet here he was, and he was saying all the right things to get her walls to come crumbing down.

"Now is not the time. We don't have time for this." She said, moving farther up the stalk. She couldn't talk to him and climb at the same time.

"Why, because you have to get back to your son? Remember love, you're a bit of an open book. I've always been able to read what you are thinking." He said with a smile. She stopped climbing to turn and look at him.

"You may have been able to read me in the past, but now it's just called eavesdropping." She bit out. She was getting frustrated.

"Love, we have to talk about this. You cannot keep ignoring me. I know you want to talk to me. You're just scared. It's not because you are in a rush to get back to your son, even though I know you want to get back to him. No, you are rushing because you don't want to talk to me." Killian's plea hit her in the gut.

"There isn't anything to talk about." She said, lying.

"Of course there is love. What we had in the past wasn't something you can just forget about; what happened between us isn't something I could ever forget about. I've thought about you everyday since you left. Emma, look at me." He pleaded. She looked up before she looked at him. They were near the top now. The clouds had thickened around them; however the sun was bright enough, light was getting through. She then looked to him. There was nothing but need in his eyes. The years had aged them. There was pain in them.

"I didn't forget Killian. I never forgot. It's just been so long. I've changed. You've changed. We aren't the same people we used to be." She confessed, using his name for the first time. No, she never forgot him. In fact many nights she found herself hoping to dream of him. After Henry was born, they had never seen each other again – at least not face to face. Ten long years had passed.

"Aye, that part is true. It's been such a long time."

"Ten years is a long time, but that doesn't mean I ever forgot." She added.

"Ten years? No Emma, it hasn't been ten years. At least not for me." He said dully. She could tell there was more to his words.

"How long has it been Killian?" He may have looked a bit older, but not that much older. There was no way it had been that long.

"Give or take three hundred years." He whispered.

She almost lost her footing with that. They had slowly been moving, unable to stay in one spot long, but his confession almost made her fall.

"Be careful love." He said, reaching out to steady her.

"Are you serious? How the hell has it been three hundred years? That's impossible." She exclaimed.

"I don't have the answer to that love, but it's true."

"Well fuck" was all she could say.

Three hundred years and he still thought about her. Three hundred years and there was still a spark between them: it was undeniable. In the ten years since she last saw him she had changed: she had to close herself off from love. She couldn't let anyone else affect her the way he had. She had become lost in a dream, so she changed. But at that moment, it wasn't the changes in her she thought about. It was Killian. What had changed him?

"Why are you helping us?" she asked. It was the only thing she could ask after that bombshell he just dropped. Maybe it would also help her to understand what changed him.

"I told you, I wanted to get to your land." He explained, but she pushed, it was time for him to tell her everything.

"But why? Why do you want to get there?"

"Because of you." He said calmly, looking right at her.

"What?"

"Ever since that night, I have tried to find you Emma. It's taken me this long because I didn't know where to look. I've searched everywhere. I went to Oz, I searched Wonderland. Every land you can think of, I've travelled to, in hopes of finding you. There was only one place I hadn't searched – the land without magic. When I ran into Cora, and I heard of her plans, I decided to join her. I would do anything to find you again." He confessed.

Thankfully they had reached the top of the stalk before he confessed his reasoning for being with Cora. She was sure if she were still climbing when he said it she would have fell.

"You spent three hundred years trying to find me?" To say she was surprised was an understatement, and her voice said it.

"Aye," he said, "But it looks like it was all in vain. You've clearly moved on from me. You have your son, a good life."

The hatred in his voice was palpable. Was he really upset about this? She wanted to fight back, to explain everything. How dare he assume that what they had meant nothing!

"Killian wait," she yelled after him. He had started towards the entrance of the giant castle before them. Emma noticed bones scattered around a large courtyard. The air smelled smokey.

"Swan, what the hell are you doing?" He said, turning towards her, yelling at her in a hushed voice. "Stop yelling – or do you want to let the giant know we're here."

"I'm sorry, I just have to explain. Killian, I didn't think that you were…" she began before he interrupted her.

"You don't have to explain. We're here now, that's all that matters. Let's go and get that compass and get you home. Besides, you weren't the only reason I wanted to get there." He snarked. She could tell he was trying to pass off his anger, but it didn't work on her. She knew better.

"What other reason would you have?" she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the answer to the question.

"Why to get my revenge on the man who took my hand of course."

And with that he started towards the doors of the castle.