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’
Surely
you
’
re
.
.
.
I
heard
.
.
.
I
thought
.
.
.
.
’
’
What
did
you
think
?
’
snapped
Keli
.
She
wasn
’
t
shouting
any
more
.
Her
words
came
out
like
white
-
hot
whips
.
The
maid
collapsed
into
a
sobbing
heap
.
Keli
stood
tapping
her
foot
for
a
moment
,
and
then
shook
the
woman
gently
.
’
Is
there
a
wizard
in
the
city
?
’
she
said
.
’
Look
at
me
,
at
me
.
There
’
s
a
wizard
,
isn
’
t
there
?
You
girls
are
always
skulking
off
to
talk
to
wizards
!
Where
does
he
live
?
’
The
woman
turned
a
tear
-
stained
face
towards
her
,
fighting
against
every
instinct
that
told
her
the
princess
didn
’
t
exist
.
’
Uh
.
.
.
wizard
,
yes
.
.
.
Cutwell
,
in
Wall
Street
.
Keli
’
s
lips
compressed
into
a
thin
smile
.
She
wondered
where
her
cloaks
were
kept
,
but
cold
reason
told
her
it
was
going
to
be
a
damn
sight
easier
to
find
them
herself
than
try
to
make
her
presence
felt
to
the
maid
.
She
waited
,
watching
closely
,
as
the
woman
stopped
sobbing
,
looked
around
her
in
vague
bewilderment
,
and
hurried
out
of
the
room
.
She
’
s
forgotten
me
already
,
she
thought
.
She
looked
at
her
hands
.
She
seemed
solid
enough
.
It
had
to
be
magic
.
She
wandered
into
her
robing
room
and
experimentally
opened
a
few
cupboards
until
she
found
a
black
cloak
and
hood
.
She
slipped
them
on
and
darted
out
into
the
corridor
and
down
the
servants
’
stairs
.
