Go right, towards the water.

I follow the right path, my sword at the ready. Soon enough I've come to a swamp of shallow water and bubbling mud. Pink petals, fallen from the surrounding trees, are sprinkled across its surface. Several pixies are sitting on a floating log in the middle of the swamp, playing some kind of pixie game with twigs and pebbles. They look like tiny women, no larger than my little finger, dressed in leaves and bits of grass, fluttering about on gossamer wings. They're so engrossed in their game that they haven't seen me approach.

Pixies! These are my enemies. They'll play all manner of pranks on me if I don't look out. I should capture one and make her tell me where the Queen is. They don't yet know I'm here. If I can sneak up behind them, through the swamp, I should have them completely at my mercy.