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’
Is
it
a
man
?
’
came
Keli
’
s
voice
from
within
.
The
maid
’
s
eyes
glazed
over
and
she
tilted
her
head
,
as
if
not
sure
of
what
she
had
heard
.
’
It
’
s
me
,
Cutwell
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
Oh
,
that
’
s
all
right
,
then
.
You
can
come
in
.
’
Cutwell
pushed
past
the
girl
and
tried
to
ignore
the
muffled
laughter
as
the
maid
fled
the
room
.
Of
course
,
everyone
knew
a
wizard
didn
’
t
need
a
chaperon
.
It
was
just
the
tone
of
the
princess
’
s
’
Oh
,
that
’
s
all
right
then
’
that
made
him
writhe
inside
.
Keli
was
sitting
at
her
dressing
table
,
brushing
her
hair
.
Very
few
men
in
the
world
ever
find
out
what
a
princess
wears
under
her
dresses
,
and
Cutwell
joined
them
with
extreme
reluctance
but
with
remarkable
self
-
control
.
Only
the
frantic
bobbing
of
his
adam
’
s
apple
betrayed
him
.
There
was
no
doubt
about
it
,
he
’
d
be
no
good
for
magic
for
days
.
She
turned
and
he
caught
a
whiff
of
talcum
powder
.
For
weeks
,
dammit
,
for
weeks
.
’
You
look
a
bit
hot
,
Cutwell
.
Is
something
the
matter
?
’
’
Naarg
.
’
’
I
’
m
sorry
?
’
He
shook
himself
.
