August 8, 1245
After a good trot this morning, I have felt better. The trees are getting denser and closer together, and this would be the perfect spot to hide a prisoner and remain unseen. I feel confident that we are nearing the location of Princess Harriet, and the weather seems to be on our side. I can only hope that things will remain this easy. Nature may be luring me into a false sense of calamity here, but as long as we still have two legs we will keep going. Harriet, my love, have no fear!
Sir Melchisedek R. Gnawington