Back at the castle, Galaxia was sitting on her throne. She waved her hand while scowling at an Arabic dog, and she said, "Take her far into the forest. Find some secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers." "Yes, Your Majesty." said the Arabic dog, glaring at Galaxia before bowing before her and smiling sarcastically. He is an Arabic dog with light brown fur, a black nose, eyes, and ears, wearing loose Arabian clothing. His name is Dijon, the Arabian thief and huntsman. "And there, my faithful huntsman, you will kill her!" "Yes, Your Majesty," Dijon nodded. "But--but who?" Amy stammered.