Part III...

Reaching her tower room Corabell flung herself on her bed and sobbed. Her tame heron, Herald stood by watching her sadly.
"Alas! My uncle is too greedy to keep me in his kingdom! I shall flee to the Blue Mountains if it brings me to my death!"

Corabelle packed a satchel of herbs, a bottle of starburst and a map of the countryside. She slept till dawn. Saddleing Herald she flew out the window.
"Oh dawn! Prose of day!" cried Corabelle.
Baron Woodcock was just setting out when he saw Corabelle make her flight.
"You blithering donkey! Come back!" He turned a heliotrope shade and shouted with rage.
"Ha Ha! Baron Eoodcock, you are justly let down. Never shall I return to you!" replied Corabelle laughingly.
"You daughter of a pig! I'll get you yet!"

Corabelle sailed on smoothly thru the balmy air. Herald made the best of time. FLYING gave perfect view of the countryside. Black buffalos and snow white armadillos trudged thru fields of golden clover.
"Herald! How lovely is this. May we always travel together in perfect harmony!" sighed Corabelle.
Wafts of clover greeted them as the heron descended toward a gurgling brook.
"I shall not give you Starbursts, dearest Herald. But I know from my Uncle that Silver backed fish delight here in the water," said Corabelle, taking the bottle.
Herald groaned and stalked to the brook and eyed it coldly.

Corabelle sat on a rock and ate. Just then, she slipped and fell into the water with a scream.
Herald squawked loudly.
"Get help! Help, Herald!" Corabelle hung onto a rock.
Herald flew away.
"Dear God! Save me! I would be better off at the castle and in the misery of the Macron backed Baron than drowned."
It seemed like hours. Corabelle gave out in exhaustion and was just let go when someone tossed a branch. "Grab ON and hold tight!"