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"Have you ever heard of King Arthur?" said Morgan.

"What did you read about me, Jack?" said Morgan.

Morgan smiled. "You can't believe everything you read, Jack."

"Wh-where are you from?" asked Jack.

"But are you a magician?" said Annie.

"You're from Camelot," said Jack. "I've read about Camelot."

"Oh yes. Many wonderful books. I want to borrow them for our scribes to copy."

Jack nodded.

"Most call me an enchantress. But I'm also a librarian," said Morgan.

"Did you find books here?" said Jack.

"For the Camelot library?" asked Jack.

"Well, I am King Arthur's sister," said Morgan.

"A librarian?" said Annie.

"You -- you're a witch."

"Yes. And I've come to the 20th century, your time, to collect books. You are lucky to be born in a time with so many books."

"Precisely," said Morgan. "I travel in this tree house to collect words from many different places around the world. And from many different time periods."

"Yes. I'm the M person," said Morgan.

Annie found her voice first. "The M person," she whispered.

"Oh, thank you! I wondered where I'd lost it," she said. She put the medallion into a hidden pocket in her cape.

"So can anybody work the spell?" asked Annie. "Anybody who tries it?"

"How do you get there?" asked Annie.

"I think you dropped this in dinosaur times," said Jack. He handed the gold medallion to Morgan.

"H-how?" asked Jack.

"Oh dear, no! Not just anybody," Morgan said. "You two are the only ones besides me to do it. No one else has ever even seen my tree house before."

"Yes. You see, I like the pictures in the books. Sometimes I want to visit the scenes in the pictures. So all the bookmarks mark places I wish to go."

"Did you put all the bookmarks in them?" said Jack.

"Is it invisible?" asked Annie.

"Yes," said Morgan. "I had no idea it would ever be discovered. But then you two came along. Somehow you hooked right into my magic."

"Well, for two reasons, I think," explained Morgan. "First, Annie believes in magic. So she actually saw the tree house. And her belief helped you to see it, Jack."

"I placed a spell on the tree house," said Morgan. "So when I point to a picture and make the wish, the tree house takes me there."

She picked up Jack's backpack and handed it to him. Jack and Annie picked up their raincoats. It had stopped raining.

"Oh, so you were the pteranodon!" said Annie.

"Oh man," said Jack.

"You can't imagine my dismay when you started to take off for dinosaur times. I had to make a very quick decision. And I decided to come along."

"You're leaving?" whispered Jack.

"And the cat and the knight and Polly!" said Annie.

"Yes, but I must go home now. The people in Camelot need my help."

"You were all these things to help us?" asked Jack.

"I'm afraid I must," said Morgan.

"Yes," said Morgan softly.

"Then you picked up a book, Jack. And because you love books so much, you caused my magic spell to work."

"Wow," said Annie.

Morgan smiled.

"Never," said Morgan. She smiled at both of them. "You remind me too much of myself. You love the impossible, Annie. And you love knowledge, Jack. What better combination is there?"

"You won't forget us, will you?" asked Annie, as they put their raincoats on.

Morgan le Fay touched Annie's forehead gently. And then Jack's. She smiled.

Annie and Jack stood a moment, staring up at the empty oak tree. Listening to the silence.

"But how?"

"Good-bye," she said.

Annie smiled. "Morgan must have put it there," she said.

They stood below the oak tree and looked up.

Jack covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut.

Jack opened his eyes. The tree house was gone. All gone.

Then everything was silent.

Jack just nodded. He felt too sad to speak. As they started walking, he put his hands into his pockets. He felt something.

Annie left the tree house first. Jack followed. They climbed down the rope ladder for the last time.

Annie sighed. "Let's go," she said softly.

"Magic," said Annie. "I think it means she'll be coming back."

The leaves began to shake.

"Good-bye," said Annie and Jack.

Suddenly the wind began to blow.

Morgan was looking out the window. Her long white hair blew in the breeze.

Absolutely gone.

Jack pulled out the gold medallion. "Look!" he said. "How did --?"

Absolutely silent.

A loud whistling sound filled the air.

Jack smiled. He clutched the medallion as he and Annie took off through the wet, sunny woods.

As they walked, the sun shined through the woods. And all the wet leaves sparkled.

Everything, in fact, was shining.

Or gleamed like gold.

Leaves, branches, puddles, bushes, grass, vines, wild flowers -- all glittered like jewels.

Annie had been right, thought Jack. "Forget the treasure chest."

They had treasure at home. A ton of it. Everywhere.