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‘I’ve got to do what,’ asked The Prince incredulously.

‘Don’t ask questions of the seer,’ ordered the woman behind the mask. ‘What do you think this is, twenty bloody questions? You asked for what I see and that’s what you get.’

‘Apologies,’ said The Prince, chastened. ‘I didn’t–’

‘No, you never do, you lot,’ continued the seer, getting up a good head of steam. ‘It’s all this “help me, help me” guff and you wake me up in the middle of the night for it too.’

‘Well, it was an emergency–’

‘Says you,’ sneered the Seer. ‘Royalty is all ‘me, me, me’,’ she said, shaking her head. ‘And me with the chilblains.’

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