Some years later, Buttercup found herself engaged to one Prince Humperdink. It seemed that the Prince was doing some sort of political move, as he claimed that Buttercup was of an obscure noble family. The wedding was in two weeks.
Buttercup was riding her horse, one of her few pleasures these days. She thought of Westly, wondering what the slave would have been doing now, if he was still alive. Would he have approved of her marrying Prince Humperdink?
Suddenly, she encountered an odd trio, a huge hulking brute of a werewolf, a scarred vampire with a sword, and a short werewolf.
"Excuse me," the short one said. "We are but poor circus performers, who are lost. Is there a reasonably close town?"
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