As the sun was setting, the Leshy turned to Little Esther, looking at her with pride. "Little girl," he said, "it seems you have come at a most opportune time, for there is a thing that needs doing, and, to my regret, no one to do it. But you are, by all means, rightly fitted for the task. "You see, there is a princess lost in the woods, who has gotten herself trapped. It seems an evil witch has chained her with some nasty chains, causing her to forget who she is. You must journey to her, and remind her, for, if she remembers who she is, the spell will be broken." "Me, sir?" Little Esther questioned. "I'm a little girl, sir. Surely, you must have somebody brave and strong, and better fit for the task. 'Cause you see, sir, I'm small and weak and fearful. I could never do something so brave." "That's why you're perfect for the task," the Leshy laughed delightedly, "for the witch will never expect you of undoing such a great and terrible spell. You are braver than you know, and you will break the spell."