"Oh," said Robert desperately, "of course you don't know it, but you're not _real_ at all. You're only here because the others must have been idiots enough to wish for a castle--and when the sun sets you'll just vanish away, and it'll be all right." The captain and the men-at-arms exchanged glances at first pitying, and then sterner, as the longest-booted man said, "Beware, my noble lord; the urchin doth but feign madness to escape from our clutches. Shall we not bind him?" "I'm no more mad than you are," said Robert angrily, "perhaps not so much--Only, I was an idiot to think you'd understand anything. Let me go--I haven't done anything to you." "Whither?" asked the knight, who seemed to have believed all the enchanter story till it came to his own share in it. "Whither wouldst thou wend?" "Home, of course." Robert pointed to the castle. "To carry news of succor? Nay!" "All right, then," said Robert, struck by a sudden idea; "then let me go somewhere else." His mind sought eagerly among the memories of the historical romance. "Sir Wulfric de Talbot," he said slowly, "should think foul scorn to--to keep a chap--I mean one who has done him no hurt--when he wants to cut off quietly--I mean to depart without violence." "This to my face! Beshrew thee for a knave!" replied Sir Wulfric. But the appeal seemed to have gone home. "Yet thou sayest sooth," he added thoughtfully. "Go where thou wilt," he added nobly, "thou art free. Wulfric de Talbot warreth not with babes, and Jakin here shall bear thee company." "All right," said Robert wildly. "Jakin will enjoy himself, I think. Come on, Jakin. Sir Wulfric, I salute thee." He saluted after the modern military manner, and set off running to the sand-pit, Jakin's long boots keeping up easily. He found the Fairy. He dug it up, he woke it up, he implored it to give him one more wish. "I've done two to-day already," it grumbled, "and one was as stiff a bit of work as ever I did." "Oh, do, do, do, do, _do_!" said Robert, while Jakin looked on with an expression of open-mouthed horror at the strange beast that talked, and gazed with its snail's eyes at him. [Illustration: "Oh, do, do, _do_!" said Robert] "Well, what is it?" snapped the Psammead, with cross sleepiness. "I wish I was with the others," said Robert. And the Psammead began to swell. Robert never thought of wishing the castle and the siege away. Of course he knew they had all come out of a wish, but swords and daggers and pikes and lances seemed much too real to be wished away. Robert lost consciousness for an instant. When he opened his eyes the others were crowding round him. "We never heard you come in," they said. "How awfully jolly of you to wish it to give us our wish!" "Of course we understood that was what you'd done." "But you ought to have told us. Suppose we'd wished something silly."