John William Waterhouse The Sorceress

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you trying to say it might reach us at the same time as the ceremony?'
'Um. More sort of, um, before it,' said Cutwell wretchedly. There was no sound but the drumming of Keli's fingers on the edge of the table. Cutwell wondered if she was going to break down, or smash the mirror. Instead she said:in the long run.'
She reached out and patted his hand.
'Poor old Cutwell,' she said.
'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. 'How do you know?'He wondered if he could get away with saying something like, I'm a wizard, we know these things, but decided against it. The last time he'd said that she'd threatened him with the axe.'I asked one of the guards about that inn Mort talked about,' he said. Then I worked out the approximate distance it had to travel. Mort said it was moving at a slow walking pace, and I reckon his stride is about —''As simple as that? You didn't use magic?''Only common sense. It's a lot more reliable