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’
Sorry
,
I
—
’
’
Being
royal
is
a
sort
of
family
tradition
.
I
expect
it
’
s
the
same
with
magic
;
no
doubt
your
father
was
a
wizard
?
’
Cutwell
gritted
his
teeth
.
’
Um
.
No
,
’
he
said
,
’
not
really
.
Absolutely
not
,
in
fact
.
’
He
knew
what
she
would
say
next
,
and
here
it
came
,
reliable
as
the
sunset
,
in
a
voice
tinged
with
amusement
and
fascination
.
’
Oh
?
Is
it
really
true
that
wizards
aren
’
t
allowed
to
—
’
’
Well
,
if
that
’
s
all
I
really
should
be
going
,
’
said
Cutwell
loudly
.
’
If
anyone
wants
me
,
just
follow
the
explosions
.
I
–
gnnnh
!
’
Keli
had
stepped
out
of
the
dressing
room
.
Now
,
women
’
s
clothes
were
not
a
subject
that
preoccupied
Cutwell
much
–
in
fact
,
usually
when
he
thought
about
women
his
mental
pictures
seldom
included
any
clothes
at
all
–
but
the
vision
in
front
of
him
really
did
take
his
breath
away
.
Whoever
had
designed
the
dress
didn
’
t
know
when
to
stop
.
They
’
d
put
lace
over
the
silk
,
and
trimmed
it
with
black
vermine
,
and
strung
pearls
anywhere
that
looked
bare
,
and
puffed
and
starched
the
sleeves
and
then
added
silver
filigree
and
then
started
again
with
the
silk
.
In
fact
it
really
was
amazing
what
could
be
done
with
several
ounces
of
heavy
metal
,
some
irritated
molluscs
,
a
few
dead
rodents
and
a
lot
of
thread
wound
out
of
insects
’
bottoms
.
The
dress
wasn
’
t
so
much
worn
as
occupied
;
if
the
outlying
flounces
weren
’
t
supported
on
wheels
,
then
Keli
was
stronger
than
he
’
d
given
her
credit
for
.
