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’
I
am
only
twenty
,
ma
’
am
.
’
She
stood
up
and
walked
over
to
her
dressing
room
.
One
of
the
things
you
learn
when
you
’
re
a
princess
is
always
to
be
older
than
anyone
of
inferior
rank
.
’
Yes
,
I
suppose
there
must
be
such
things
as
young
wizards
,
’
she
said
over
her
shoulder
.
’
It
’
s
just
that
people
always
think
of
them
as
old
.
I
wonder
why
this
is
?
’
’
Rigours
of
the
calling
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Cutwell
,
rolling
his
eyes
.
He
could
hear
the
rustle
of
silk
.
’
What
made
you
decide
to
become
a
wizard
?
’
Her
voice
was
muffled
,
as
if
she
had
something
over
her
head
.
’
It
’
s
indoor
work
with
no
heavy
lifting
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
And
I
suppose
I
wanted
to
learn
how
the
world
worked
.
’
’
Have
you
succeeded
,
then
?
’
’
No
.
’
Cutwell
wasn
’
t
much
good
at
small
talk
,
otherwise
he
’
d
never
have
let
his
mind
wander
sufficiently
to
allow
him
to
say
:
’
What
made
you
decide
to
become
a
princess
?
’
After
a
thoughtful
silence
she
said
,
’
It
was
decided
for
me
,
you
know
.
’
