What happened to the Princes in the Tower? Was it a mixture of time and magic which transported them through history and legend? Here is one story of betrayal, fear, bravery, loyalty and love. It might be true, or it might be fantasy. Maybe only Edward and Richard know the answer.It might still seem like a dream to them ... that first day after that night of flaming torches ...Richard stared at the new world and then allowed his brother to come into focus. "Where are we?" he asked feebly, "What's happening? Where are we? Where is this place?" "I don't know," said Edward, truthfully. "I think we are alive but maybe bewitched." "Bewitched " breathed Richard in horror. "In Hell?" "No Not Hell. I won't believe that," said Edward. "We've done nothing to deserve Hell. That was a wizard. The purple mist He did something. A spell or something." Richard collapsed, feeling more wretched than before. Edward held him. "Courage my brother. We live. We are surrounded by strangeness, but we are alive." "But what can we do?" asked Richard. "Where can we go? Who will be our champion?" This looked like the place where they had seen the fox. The knights felt nothing. There seemed to be no magic in this place. Maybe the magic only worked at night, or when the wizard was nearby. Ralph thought back to the moment when they had entered the purple mist. The wizard had vanished, they thought. What if he had just hidden behind the mist, somehow? If so, where did that leave them and the boys. Was there any way back?