"Where - how?"

"I found her locked in a tower in the deep woods. She's been raised there her whole life by a woman named Gothel who lied to her about her name, her birthday, and who her parents are. But I guessed who she might be, and I invited her to come to the city with me and find out for sure, and now here we are."

"I - can I - can we come in - I'm worried she's going to find me again."

Okay, in they go, then.

Closely flanked by guards, in they go.

Rapunzel is still clinging to Rolan's arm.

Yes, yes she is. That is fine by Rolan. She can cling all she wants.

"We swept the woods. How far out is deep?" asks Cearl.

"W-we walked here in a day and a half."

"It's just shy of the Orimere border," says Rolan. "Maybe another half a day's walk. And it's not a big tower; you can't really see it until you're a stone's throw away."

"And she knows magic plants. She might have had something growing around when the search was going on. I don't know, I don't remember."

"You could sing the song," murmurs Rolan. "If you want."

"The glowing is what tipped me off," Rolan contributes. "That and the fact that it healed me of two broken legs."

"I'm used to it - Claribel is a nice name but I haven't ever been called it that I remember."

"It'll have to do for public occasions, if you can put up with it, but we don't have to call you that if you'd rather. Going to have to tell Ranae and - get word out for everyone else."

"So you think I'm the princess too."

"Think so."

"You're in time for your lantern ceremony, too. But - usually we have your crown out when the first lantern goes up - it's -"