Hackworth found a concealed path that wound through trees up a hillside to 
a little grove around a cool, clear pond of fresh water—he tasted it 
just to be sure. He stood there for a while, looking out over the enchanted 
island, wondering what Fiona was up to right now. This led to
daydreaming: perhaps she had, by some miracle, encountered Princess Charlotte, 
made friends with her, and was exploring some wonder with her right now. This 
led him into a long reverie that was interrupted when he realized that someone 
was quoting poetry to him.