This time they flew over a great marshy plain, then a wooded bog, then some lowlands which were a maze of tiny rivers and lakes. The many tributaries eventually came together into one giant river which cut a deep valley through the plain. It was into this which the Triceratops descended.

"This is the valley of which Gryphon speaks
Which way, do you think, should we Winsome Witch seek?"

Elisabeth slipped down off the Triceratops' back and looked up and down the valley. Flying above the plains, they had still been lit by the last sliver of daylight, but here in the valley, the sun was long gone. True to the Grypon's limerick, as night fell, the zephyr rose and wound its gentle path through the valley. It was warm and sweet, with the fragrance of honey, and it made a soft hissing sound as it passed through the grasses and leaves.

Elisabath watched the direction in which the grasses were bending. Then she licked her finger and held it up to the wind, to get a better fix on its direction. "Follow the night wind," she said. "This way!"

The night wind led Elisabeth, and Elisabeth led the Triceratops deep into the forest. Eventually, the brush became so thick that the Triceratops could not continue any further.

"I'm afraid, my brave young friend
That I have reached the end
Of my journey along this path
There's no longer a broad enough swath"

"Okay," said Elisabeth. "You wait here, and I'll meet you back here as soon as I can."

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