Jeffara was feeling soothed by contact with her beloved and the rhythm of the horse. She even dared to dream of a lovely hot bath to cleanse the foulness of captivity from her. Then she heard a harsh cry coming from overhead. She looked up, and fell instantaneously from hope to despair.
A mighty green dragon was descending, and Jeffara's memories told her that it was the favorite steed of the wizard who had kidnapped her. It landed in front of the two, and Prince Theobald reined in his horse rather than collide with it.
The wizard stood on a platform on the back of his steed. "Ha, you thought you could get away, little prince! The prize is mine! Prepare to die!" The prize, Jeffara thought, is that what I am here?
"Never shall you have her!" shouted the Prince.