August 16, 1245
For the last three days young Michael and I have been held hostage in a dark cave. They roll stones over the opening, and so have not bothered to bind us. They are careless but are safe in doing so, for I would never abandon my companion, and Mickey seems to be in some sort of enchanted sleep. None of my efforts can wake him. Many times the merfolk have questioned us about our reasons for wishing to cross the river, and I, for the safety of the Princess Harriet, cannot answer. I doubt we will ever get there at this point.
Sir Melchisedek R. Gnawington