| Helena, who had been Annafrid, who had been Hannah, who had been Fred,
couldn't understood how she could have got such a simple spell wrong. And
how had she got into this body, how did she know where she was and who
everyone was? Most importantly, where had her magical ability gone?
"I asked you a question, girl," bellowed Mistress Cratchet, interrupting
Helena's thoughts. "Er, I'm sorry, Mistress Cratchet. I'll get on with
scrubbing the floor right away." "Leave that for now. One of the wizards
wants to see you at once, though why he should want to see a good-for-nothing
such as you I can't imagine. It's Wizard Prang who has asked for you. Don't
keep him waiting."
Helena knew that Prang was one of the less senile of the wizards who
had retired to the castle. She made an attempt to tidy her hair, adjusted
her blouse as best she could (prompting yet another question - should her
breasts really be so big?) and then hurried to Wizard Prang's room high
in the keep. She knocked on the heavy oaken door.
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 After a moment,
she heard the bolt being withdrawn, and then the door was opened.
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