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’
Ah
.
Yes
.
Her
,
’
said
the
Chancellor
.
’
A
portrait
of
–
who
you
said
–
in
fireworks
.
Of
course
,
it
’
s
probably
all
pretty
simple
stuff
to
you
wizards
,
but
the
people
like
it
.
Nothing
like
a
good
blowout
and
a
blowup
and
a
bit
of
balcony
waving
to
keep
the
loyalty
muscles
in
tip
-
top
shape
,
that
’
s
what
I
always
say
.
See
to
it
.
Rockets
.
With
runes
on
.
’
An
hour
ago
Cutwell
had
thumbed
through
the
index
of
The
Monster
Fun
Grimoire
and
had
cautiously
assembled
a
number
of
common
household
ingredients
and
put
a
match
to
them
.
Funny
thing
about
eyebrows
,
he
mused
.
You
never
really
noticed
them
until
they
’
d
gone
.
Red
around
the
eyes
,
and
smelling
slightly
of
smoke
,
Cutwell
ambled
towards
the
royal
apartments
past
bevies
of
maids
engaged
in
whatever
it
was
maids
did
,
which
always
seemed
to
take
at
least
three
of
them
.
Whenever
they
saw
Cutwell
they
would
usually
go
silent
,
hurry
past
with
their
heads
down
and
then
break
into
muffled
giggles
along
the
corridor
.
This
annoyed
Cutwell
.
Not
–
he
told
himself
quickly
–
because
of
any
personal
considerations
,
but
because
wizards
ought
to
be
shown
more
respect
.
Besides
,
some
of
the
maids
had
a
way
of
looking
at
him
which
caused
him
to
think
distinctly
unwizardly
thoughts
.
Truly
,
he
thought
,
the
way
of
enlightenment
is
like
unto
half
a
mile
of
broken
glass
.
He
knocked
on
the
door
of
Keli
’
s
suite
.
A
maid
opened
it
.
’
Is
your
mistress
in
?
’
he
said
,
as
haughtily
as
he
could
manage
.
The
maid
put
her
hand
to
her
mouth
.
Her
shoulders
shook
.
Her
eyes
sparkled
.
A
sound
like
escaping
steam
crept
between
her
fingers
.
I
can
’
t
help
it
,
Cutwell
thought
,
I
just
seem
to
have
this
amazing
effect
on
women
.
